Narcotic

[Prodigy] Come on Yeah let me touch that son Yeah that's that Mobb shit right there [Havoc] MC behind the mic nigga You know I spit that fire [Verse 1 - Havoc] You know these guns like Narcotics Youngin put them to sleep Call me the broom The way my shorty sweeping every thing off of the street And any little thing y'all pussy to me Like ki's in a coke drought, double it chief, you fucking with me Said you gangsta? Shit laying dormant or something Cause you ain't killing nothing, letting nothing die (Not at all) You that same old nigga getting fucked in your mind By that raggedy ass bitch that you call a dime And when it comes to the Mobb you know its beef all the time Out your rabbit ass mind you know I clap-clap-clap mine I know the rap's leaving nigga crooked getting out of line (yeah) If I catch homey looking the wrong way, Good-bye Cut and slice Then let your man cut in your life Evicting your ass out of your life (Get the fuck outta here) You just a broke ass nigga knowing you don't got it Better get up off your ass and bump that [Hook: repeat 2X] That yo, that dope, that (Narcotic) That haze, that dro, that (Narcotic) Them pills, that cognac (Narcotic) Getting backed up off that (Narcotic) [Prodigy] That's right That's right Check it out Hey yo, Its like [Verse 2 - Prodigy] Like I said Come through busting the gauge Huffing and puffing the haze Merck something for real I'm stuck in my ways Down for the murder and all that so come our way Down for the slaughter and down to pull a kamikaze Get nazi on niggas like Wiley did to grandpapi You'll mistake me for a beast how I smack beef for lunch The drama is all a movie You selling wolf tickets, I'm using guns loosely I'm not paranoid, I'm very truly Dangerous, you knock my pimp cup down, I shoot peeps And snatch jewelry Murder braids throughly Fuck what color you flag I'll blast through your pagely Get a warning from me Blood still gotta drip I don't send death threats I produce the source bitch Polka dot skulls and holes through they headrest They wanna be dope, we give them a fix of this [Hook - Starting with "That haze..."] [Verse 3 - Havoc & Prodigy] Homey must got it confused Talking about he hitting me up Sounding like he sniffing that stuff Running his jib War with Hav' is like breaking a mirror Homey it's on for life, fuck what you hear about these seven years My nine slug will alter your mind state for real After that party like a nigga home off a pill You a grown ass nigga you can do what you feel Can't knock the way a nigga eat his meal We got garbage bags full of that (Narcotic) Smoke like the sun splash concert It's chronic how we kill these beats and run these streets of death Now finally, we getting our paper, yes We touched our first millions when we was just kids But now we 'bout to take this shit to new brackets GT Bentleys and new Benz's We gotta O.D. and make them say that shit is.. [Hook - Starting with "That dope..."]