Smoke It Lyrics - Blood Money - Mobb Deep

(Havoc) 

Go get your rachet my homie, we not havin that 

get 'em in the club when that shit jam packed 

keep thinkin its a game get your man tooks 

I'm never under pressure, never seen hands shook 

blood money album drop, hell broke loose 

all the drama ain't no tellin who I'm gonna shoot 

check my motherfuckin resume, catch Hav where 

the motherfuckin chedder be, slide through with your own risk 

chain gat on the train with your low bitch 

tears drop cause death is a tear jerker 

whether shot or strapped up to a steel gurder 

its foul how they took out tookie 

all this foul shit I did they should have took me, smokie 

smoke it mmmmm thats a slow toke 

liquer for the homies, gonna small toast 

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(Hook - repeat 2X) 

I'm holdin, cock back nigga move slow 

the moment, sqeeze the trigga of the fo fo 

you notice, niggaz snitchin for the po po 

I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke 

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(Prodigy) 

I smoke that nigga like a purple stick 

smoke a bitch pussy till she walk with a limp 

elemental P, heavy metal things when my 2007 guns is 

plastic for you crackheads, the new crack is Mobb Deep 

put the pipe down pick up the CD, in a hood near you 

we got all the things, they sell they couch, and they TV 

just so they can get a few tokes of the dope 

new shit from Hav and shit P wrote, yo they passin new laws 

so they can bann us, cause our shit is so strong niggaz jaws be stuck 

twisted, twisted and they throwin up, they nausious 

because it the porshes we clutch, its a love hate thing 

we got wut these fiends dunn, they hate when we gone 

and love when we re-up 

(Hook) 

Smoke it, smoke it, smoke, smoke it (*repeat to fade out*)