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Narcotic Lyrics

Artist: Mobb Deep
Album: Free Agents - The Murda Mixtape (Main Disc)

[Prodigy]
Come on
Yeah let me touch that son
Yeah that's that Mobb shit right there

[Havoc]
MC behind the mic nigga
You know I spit that fire

[Verse 1 - Havoc]
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 its 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

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
That yo, that dope, that (Narcotic)
That haze, that dro, that (Narcotic)
Them pills, that cognac (Narcotic)
Getting backed up off that (Narcotic)

[Prodigy]
That's right That's right
Check it out
Hey yo, Its like

[Verse 2 - Prodigy]
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 niggaz 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

[Chorus - Starting with "That haze..."]

[Verse 3 - Havoc & Prodigy]
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 O.D. and make them say that shit is..

[Chorus - Starting with "That dope..."]

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