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Havoc
Go get your rachet my homie, we not havin that
get 'em in the club when that s**t 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 motherfkin resume, catch Hav where
the motherfkin chedder be, slide through with your own risk
chain gat on the train with your low b*tch
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 s**t I did they should have took me, smokie
smoke it mmmmm thats a slow toke
liquer for the homies, gonna small toast
Hook - repeat 2X
I'm holdin, c*ck back nigg* move slow
the moment, sqeeze the trigga of the fo fo
you notice, snitchin for the po po
I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke
Prodigy
I smoke that nigg* like a purple stick
smoke a b*tch p*ssy 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 s**t from Hav and s**t P wrote, yo they passin new laws
so they can bann us, cause our s**t is so strong 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