I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon Now tell me what y'all smoking What kinda heat y'all holdin' Well is your creep move potent We got the plan in motion Want to get high, come smoke with me Smoke with me, light it up

The smoking gun is what I’ve found The dirt I have on you is the ground Wish that I didn’t have to see a confidant as an enemy Now the truth is a ball and chain Holding my conscience to the flame Covered up, but still I know The secret of the life you’re

You can get jacked, like a cactus (Yeah) What is you smoking? Cat piss I'm at the five, Saks Fifth (Yeah), huh I plead the five 'cause I am no snitch (Yeah) After that say hocus pocus Yup, yup, yup, yup 'Cause I then disappear with your bitch, yup (Okay)

Watch dem niggas that be close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive It's just the likeness, of

Your love helps me breathe Oh, I can't sleep When I wake up, want you next to me Don't give a fuck what people think Oh, I can't sleep (I can't sleep) Plug just hit my phone, he said the pack is on the way Said I would stop smoking then I take one to the

Only a crazy little thing I read What are you smoking I'm just to fuck with your head I'm only joking And I don't believe a thing I've said (Why do I do what I do?) There is a song You're trembling to its tune At the request of the moon