Stop Smokin' That Shit

There ain't no way to put this shit
Try to find a place
Do one of these moves, look, check it out
Oh word, leave that shit like that

Why you keep smoking that shit?
Why, why you keep smoking that shit?
Why, why, why you keep smoking that shit?

Check it out yo, check it out yo

I'm a philly, check it out, bust it
I connect the spots like connect the dots
From the Lower East Side to way up top
I got a map to express on the six, I found you
Where they got the raw dog smoke at Soundview
Now, two nicks, damn it, do you understand?
Psych, no respect to the dread man or I'm a dead man

I ain't no fed man for the red hand
It's just my Walkman with instructions from Redman
Who left out step two
Remove the Philly filter 'cause I used
To know this bitch and it killed her

I'm smoking that shit 'cause I got a thousand jokes
Like putting your moms in a yoke 'cause she broke the choke
Bitch, you're fucking up my stick-up route
So either get some dough or get the fuck out south
With your bitch ass son
And tell him throw up his dukes so I
Can spend his lunch loot at Nook Nook

Check it, I do the hip-hop
The hip it, the hip it, the vicarious
The chief magician never giving these niggas a piece of my pie
'Cause yo, my shit is fat
Just like my pocket, your girl's titties is flat
So when the bitch slid incorrect with the phone from the big bro
I kindly reply with a smile, "Yo, chill, ah"

Damn, uh-uh-uh, I'm so sorry, um
Teeth your tits 'cause them shits is from Somalia

Check it out on the one to the two
With some shit from the zoo, it's the CM crew
Not from the docks but the blocks on the street of the dope
With the 40s, the Glocks, the Phillies to smoke
Just like George Bush is the type to drop bombs
George Kilpre is'll smoke skunks with your moms
Throw a 50 yard pass with an afro pick
To Steve, Earthquake, stop smoking that shit

Keep my gun out my holster, I'm wanted on the poster
'Cause I shot the chef who knocked the chip off my shoulder

He tried to get cute so Earthquake had to erase him
And place him in America's top ten like Casey Kasem
Attract him and act him with no sense of humor
If you heard I fell off, nigga, it's only just a rumor
So step the fuck back before you get your shit cracked
I had some bigga-bo plans and now I'm fat like that

Two hundred and eighty pounds of pure funk and no junk
I snatch your whole bitch up just like Dave did the Chipmunks
Kid, I'm rough, tough, strong enough to call your bluff
Handcuff you, waxed up while your bitch give me a buff
I do run, run, run, I do Run-DMC
The king of rap, you don't believe me? Believe these
Dead rhymes on wax, don't call me center fact
I slam hard like anthrax so turn it up to the max
Stop, you're pinching my nerves with rap slurs
I do my best curves, now it's time to get served

So suck my dick, I don't smoke that shit
I don't want this shit so you flip the script

You don't want that shit (Stop smoking that shit)
You know I'm on that shit (Stop smoking that shit)
I'm always, always on that shit (Stop smoking that shit)
You ain't on that shit (Stop smoking that shit)

Stop smoking that shit before you get killed
You know the flavor, my man, so just chill
Now hold your head up and hold your head high
Stop smoking the dust, you just might die

Relax your membrane before you get strained
And you won't have no motherfucking game
As you know, I'm on the microphone
To let you all know that shit that you smoke
To make you mad, ho, I don't give a fuck about you and your crew
I'm not Duke, Lord Set, drink that brew, I'm not Nasty Drew
I don't solve mysteries, never wear leaves
I got the motherfucker that's high to be wearing C
So back up, my man, I run out of breath

I got asthma on the side, I take it on to the left
So stop smoking that shit, my man

And I'm out, see you later, so kick the can

I drink Coke 45 and talk mad jive
You know I stay alive, my niggas stay alive
Easy on the smoke, I don't really feel like choking
I gotta save some breath for this bitch I be stoking
Every day I make a nigga get right
Jealous ass, pussy ass nigga can't write

I'm in my new disguise, feeding pigeons
Ducks, any bird, enforce my word
I make gadgets, illy ill toys that kill
Sleep on me, you get a sleeping pill
Pin that nigga down right on the map
If you ain't my nigga, don't reach for no dap
Slap right to the head
I pistol whip that ass, Moath on style, dead
You know what I'm saying?

Smoking that shit
Yeah, come on
Smoking that shit
Oh yeah, nigga, you know
You're smoking that shit
Earthquake, you know my man, you cold
Smoking that shit
Serious, George, I know you're not
Smoking that shit
Self Love, what you doing?

Smoking that motherfucking shit

Smoking that motherfucking shit
Put that fucking pipe down