Don't do drugs
No, yo
Don't do it
Ayo (Don't do it)
Ayo
Turn my overall up a little bit, Uncle Ricky
Yeah, yeah
Drugs, drugs
Yo
I gotta laugh at take-a-toke niggas
Got 'em linin' up like I was still sellin' coke to niggas
You know how far paper stay with wrinkles on it?
Bags of weed with embalmin' fluid sprinkled on it
Now we breakin' down a brick after we cook, the powder swellin'
Gemstar shavin', preparin', and drug sellin'
Fingers numb, chopper to skin, blade stab 'em up
A lot of blood mixed all in the coke that we be baggin' up
Circumstances make you pray and hope your soul free
After fourteen hours of baggin' up a whole ki'
Gloomy like a match light in a room
More lethal than the heroin boilin' up in the arch of the spoon
I got that drug for the street like a doctor prescribin'
I spit more symbolic than what you're hearin' me describin'
That old powerful shit, you know that thing that's potent
That indescribable feelin', that thing that keep you open
And we ain't never jokin'
Baby
Uh, know your drugs got a hold on me, ooh
You know you got me, you know you got me
Oh, baby
Uh, I'm like a fiend 'cause it's all I need
Need, need
Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs
Yo, got niggas bent on the newest cloth
Baby, let me introduce you to the newest drug (Yeah)
Hallucinate a new visual in your newest dream
It sting your nostril a little like methamphetamine
The shit I spit chew on your flesh 'til you're properly rotten
Get cold and clammy skin like you was doin' Oxycontin
You see, the end results of my shit could be frightenin'
While you try to kill off pain, then I ???[1:40] like you's a Vicodin
Triflin'
Water every gram that I been slicin'
When I feed the street the drug to make 'em bug and get to pricin' in
While I give a Metallica dose, squeeze quick
Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, dope fiend shift
They turn you to a twisted sister, that's what I do with it
Rubber band the bread, that's how me and my motley crew get it
That old powerful shit, you know that thing is potent
That indescribable feelin', that thing that keep you open
I smell that reefer smokin'
Baby
Uh, know your drugs got a hold on me, ooh
You know you got me, you know you got me
Oh, baby
Uh, I'm like a fiend 'cause it's all I need
Need, need
Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs
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