Mobb Deep - Narcotic lyrics

Come on yeah let me touch that son
Yeah that's that Mobb shit right there

MC behind the mic nigga
You know I spit that fire

You know these guns like Narcotics
Youngin put them to sleep call me the broom
The way my shorty sweeping every
Thing off of the street
And any little thing y'all pussy to me
Like ki's in a coke
Drought, double it chief
You fucking with me said you gangsta?
Shit laying dormant or something
Cause you ain't killing nothing
Letting nothing die (Not at all)
You that same old nigga getting
Fucked in your mind
By that raggedy ass bitch that
You call a dime
And when it comes to the Mobb you
Know it's beef all the time
Out your rabbit ass mind you
Know I clap-clap-clap mine
I know the rap's leaving nigga
Crooked getting out of line (yeah)
If I catch homey looking the wrong way
Good-bye cut and slice
Then let your man cut in your life
Evicting your ass out of your life
(Get the fuck outta here)
You just a broke ass nigga
Knowing you don't got it
Better get up off your ass and bump that

That yo, that dope, that (Narcotic)
That haze, that dro, that (Narcotic)
Them pills, that cognac (Narcotic)
Getting backed up off that (Narcotic)

That's right That's right check it out
Hey yo, Its like

Like I said come through busting the gauge
Huffing and puffing the haze
Merck something for real
I'm stuck in my ways
Down for the murder and all
That so come our way
Down for the slaughter and down
To pull a kamikaze get nazi on niggas like
Wiley did to grandpapi
You'll mistake me for a beast how
I smack beef for lunch
The drama is all a movie
You selling wolf tickets
I'm using guns loosely
I'm not paranoid, I'm very truly
Dangerous, you knock my pimp cup down
I shoot peeps and snatch jewelry
Murder braids throughly
Fuck what color you flag
I'll blast through your pagely
Get a warning from me blood still gotta drip
I don't send death threats
I produce the source bitch
Polka dot skulls and holes
Through they headrest they wanna be dope
We give them a fix of this

Homey must got it confused
Talking about he hitting me up
Sounding like he sniffing that stuff
Running his jib
War with Hav' is like breaking a mirror
Homey it's on for life
Fuck what you hear about these seven years
My nine slug will alter your
Mind state for real
After that party like a nigga home off a pill
You a grown ass nigga you
Can do what you feel
Can't knock the way a nigga eat his meal

We got garbage bags full of that (Narcotic)
Smoke like the sun splash concert
It's chronic how we kill these beats
And run these streets of death
Now finally, we getting our paper, yes
We touched our first millions when
We was just kids but now we 'bout to take
This shit to new brackets
GT Bentleys and new Benz's
We gotta OD and make them say that shit is