Relapse

[Intro: Chris Rock as Pookie in New Jack City]

This crack shit man, it's got me man

I got no control over it man

I tried to kick it man, but the shit just be callin' me man

It be callin' me man, I just gotta go to it

I need help, man

[Verse]

Ayo

Ayo, you niggas must be sniffin' white

For thinkin' me and you was ever close to alike, dike, you Fisher-Price

I'm like the new Benny Blanco, makin' sure you miss your flight

Catch you outside of the airport, and clip your lights

I need my chips to stack like six midget type

Before the end of the year's up and that shit is light

I'm way iller than the bullshit you niggas write

Hit your windpipe, twist a knife, never miss the nights

Mommy said "son, switch your life"

Streetz got you, it's the night to howl at the moon like a wolf in strife

While you move timid

We was cookin' up the hard in the jar that used to have the baby food in it

Tell the fiend "wait a few minutes"

Fuck the judge, the DA, the captain and the lieutenant

You a fool if when you get the paper all you do is spend it

Or shit that don't get you more chicken

It's the flow that sent mortal opps to the mortician

Bro listen, I shine mad bright, more than glisten

Got it on my own 'cause before niggas never saw the vision

Now my shit way more than clickin'

Your work garbage, you cook yours

Tried to front and had a doctor wrappin' up your face with the good gauze

Slide on you niggas like church socks on wood floors

You niggas ass-backwards, lovin' thots like good broads

It's the lord, nothin' over that

Body everything and disappear off the scene like the Zodiac

MPA 930 with the gold shoulder strap

My right palm got your soul attached

Nigga