Narcotic Lyrics - Free Agents: The Murda Mixtape - Mobb Deep

(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 

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(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 

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(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...")