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