[Havoc]
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Go get your rachet my homie, we not havin that
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get 'em in the club when that shit jam packed
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keep thinkin its a game get your man tooks
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I'm never under pressure, never seen hands shook
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blood money album drop, hell broke loose
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all the drama ain't no tellin who I'm gonna shoot
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check my motherfuckin resume, catch Hav where
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the motherfuckin chedder be, slide through with your own risk
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chain gat on the train with your low bitch
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tears drop cause death is a tear jerker
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whether shot or strapped up to a steel gurder
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its foul how they took out tookie
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all this foul shit I did they should have took me, smokie
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smoke it mmmmm thats a slow toke
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liquer for the homies, gonna small toast
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[Hook - repeat 2X]
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I'm holdin, cock back nigga move slow
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the moment, sqeeze the trigga of the fo fo
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you notice, niggaz snitchin for the po po
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I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke
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[Prodigy]
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I smoke that nigga like a purple stick
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smoke a bitch pussy till she walk with a limp
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elemental P, heavy metal things when my 2007 guns is
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plastic for you crackheads, the new crack is Mobb Deep
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put the pipe down pick up the CD, in a hood near you
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we got all the things, they sell they couch, and they TV
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just so they can get a few tokes of the dope
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new shit from Hav and shit P wrote, yo they passin new laws
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so they can bann us, cause our shit is so strong niggaz jaws be stuck
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twisted, twisted and they throwin up, they nausious
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because it the porshes we clutch, its a love hate thing
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we got wut these fiends dunn, they hate when we gone
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and love when we re-up
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[Hook]
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Smoke it, smoke it, smoke, smoke it [repeat to fade out]
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Smoke It
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Mobb Deep |