Smoke It Mobb Deep

[Verse 1: Havoc]
Go get your ratchet, my homie, we not havin that
Get 'em in the club when that shit jam packed
Keep thinkin it's 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 motherfuckin' resume
Catch Hav where the motherfuckin cheddar be
Slide through with your own risk
Chain gat, run a train with your lil bitch
Tears drop cause death is a tear jerker
Whether shot or strapped up to a steel gurner
It's foul how they took out Tookie
All this foul shit I did they should have took me
Smokey, smoke a mmmmm thats a slow toke
Liquor for the homies, gonna small toast

[Hook: Havoc]
I'm holdin, cock back nigga move slow
The moment, squeeze the trigga of the fo-fo
You notice, niggas snitchin for them po-pos
I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke
I'm holdin, cock back nigga move slow
The moment, squeeze the trigga of the fo-fo
You notice, niggas snitchin for them po-pos
I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no...