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