[Hook]
  "My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep
  {*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it
  
  (Verse One)
  Y'all valley of the dawgs, married to the moms
  Fuck carry at the proms sabotage your god with the chron
  Call my Dusk wildin I rapped any time for Black Helicopters
  Smash a teleprompter blast in front the Black Sabbath concert
  First role hospital nurse blow
  Life is good in the hood and when I skis it snows
  Portable hard drugs autoshotguns we got thugs
  Get my cock sucked by rock groupies and pop sluts
  Weird chicks, with big titties and pierced lips
  Exotic dancers in love with Bill da fuck you think
  Catch me at the barge whipping of the drugs n drink
  Bloods n crips coke dealing thugs n pimps
  Under the influence of things I bring to drug music
  To shootin you up, and dope you with decomposed narcotics
  Its dialibolical, your like a crack head prostitute
  Without the loot, witness the music thats responsible
  
  [Hook 4X]
  "My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep
  {*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it
  
  (Verse Two)
  Fighting a war inside my mind, im all lost the more i find
  The more I ride toward the skies, open wide rain warm
  You get ya brain torn, brain storm till the pain gone
  We gon unify the streets against the beast so get your gang on
  Hang on for life, o.d, relevant drugs
  Herione buzz, my team some intelligent thugs
  Y'all fear emotion, my crew pack the dance floor
  Like dance more me and my man's whore snap y'all like ham haul
  Its like a jungle sometimes we life in gangland
  Brooklyn, criminals thieves thugs and hoodlums
  Cats'll pull they gun out, take over ya drug route
  Then blow off ya legs n feet n order you to run out
  I'm in a three piece on the streets like peace peace
  But got guns for you cats who wanna see a cease beat
  I dont breathe right, my life dont seem right
  I dont see nights, and wont until my whole family eats right
  
  [Hook 4X]
  "My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep
  {*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it
  
  (Verse Three)
  I cop this buick with the seats pulled out in the back ways
  I keep an ugly pack a villians like killers and crab gangs
  Some are religious fastness, some are hype, some others blastin
  Some are dead or in jail fathers or young bastards
  I pump the drug music, abuse beats I been through it
  S.P's and MPC's, OC's and QP's
  Coke rocks to M3's Get jerz to VP's
  Work our way up, we dont give a fuck who gets stuck
  Getchu ate up, we saw the world layin the cut
  I coulda went to college, stay in bed with drug scholars
  Prayin for bricks, fancy whips plants n kicks
  Exotic chicks...tounge pierced blow with the pussy flicks
  Like click click, the papparattzi trippin off six
  Ripping off kids, the shorty cat who whips with the clip
  Like I'm in vegas with a trunk a coke
  Up in ya projects and ya never know I'm sellin soap
  Smellin the dope
  Hold the pope in Brooklyn how we took his wallet plus his laptop
  Jumped in the whip, skidded to the neighbor's crack spot
  
  [Hook 4X]
  "My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep
  {*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it