Sha Money XL - Smoke It lyrics

[Havoc] Go get your rachet my homie, we not havin that Get 'em in the club when that sh** jam packed Keep thinkin its a game get your man tooks I'm never under pressure, never seen Hav' shook Blood money album drop, hell broke loose All the drama ain't no tellin who I'm gonna shoot Check my motherf**in resume, catch Hav where The motherf**in chedder be, slide through with your own risk Chain gat on the train with your low b**h Tears drop cause d**h is a tear jerker Whether shot or strapped up to a steel gurder Its foul how they took out tookie All this foul sh** 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, co*k back n***a move slow The moment, sqeeze the trigga of the fo fo You notice, n***as snitchin for the po po I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke [Prodigy] I smoke that n***a like a purple stick Smoke a b**h p**y 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 sh** from Hav and sh** P wrote, yo they pa**in new laws So they can bann us, cause our sh** is so strong n***as 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*)