| When I come home from work, I’m fiendin for an eight-ball
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| I got crack on my mind, I’m hearin cocaine call
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| Telling me to beep the dealer to deliver me stuff
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| Keep it a secret from my wife, cause she thinks I don’t use drugs
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| There I was, bleedin from my nose and damn
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| I couldn’t breathe but I’m still thinkin about the next gram
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| It’s Friday night, I’m not trying to leave my crib doped
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| I’ll kill myself while the dealer’s eating Japanese food
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| I ain’t got no pride, I’m buyin this shit
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| I’m lying to myself telling the runner I’m trying to quit
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| It’s all make believe, I pretend that I’m true
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| When you give me credit, I’m dodging you every chance that I get to
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| Even if it’s good, I’ll sniff it up in a minute
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| Beep you back complain that you put too much cut in it
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| If you fall for that — and bring me a new sack
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| I’ll be making more crazy faces than Jim Carrey on crack
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| Cause yo I’m ripped, I owe you loot, plus I annoy you
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| I deserve to be murdered, but the coke is doing it for you
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| I got nerve, can you put them pills on my bill?
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| Yo I’ll tell you we’re friends and yo we don’t even chill
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| I need drugs
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| I need drugs
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| Baking soda, cocaine, how sweet
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| I need to find me a crack pipe and I’m complete
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| I got these crack dealers chasing me through the cement jungle
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| Cuz they gave me shit to sell and yo I smoked the whole bundle
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| Yo I can’t front — I got dope in my spleen
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| And I’m telling everyone at this N.A. meeting I’m thirty days clean
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| I won’t die even with tuberculosis
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| I could go on forever mixing dope with my method dosage
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| You could find me at Brighton Beach or Coney Island
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| Or Rikers Island
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| My crack pipe is my violin
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| I play along to the police siren
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| My eyes squint looking for crack on the floor
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| Picking up breadcrumbs and lint
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| I don’t know who I am, ask me I couldn’t say
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| I took a chance and tried to get clean and it lasted one day
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| Tried to go to rehab too but couldn’t get admitted
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| And if there’s money missing from your pocketbook you know who did it
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| I need drugs
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| I need drugs
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| As a young teen I started with marijuana
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| Then graduated to coke cuz I needed something stronger
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| Mescaline, dust, downers, injections sensation
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| I love to experience a patient’s medication
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| I smoked the drugs off the back of my hands
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| All I need is a hit of it and I’ll create a new dance
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| Protect yourself, baby cover yourself up
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| My body swings all over once my seizure erupts
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| Into a frenzy, on the phone I got thirty sack
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| But when we meet face-to-face, I got ten dollars less
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| Made up my mind, I’m quittin' I’m swearing in tears
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| I’m not gonna get high, I’ll only drink beers
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| Can’t sit and wait for my dealer to come provide it
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| Gotta party to go to and I’m the only one invited
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| I search the whole house for the damn white mouse
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| And when I finally find it, I’ll sniff the whole ounce
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| I need drugs
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| I need drugs
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| Dealer, listen to me
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| When I come home from work
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| Fiendin' for an eight-ball
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| Nose candy on my mind
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| I’ve come to realize, you need me
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| And if you want me to keep coppin'
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| Give me a free piece
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| It’s my birthday
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| Yesterday
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| Anyway
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| I’m gonna go sniff this
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| I’ll beep you in an hour
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| I hate you |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Need Drugs, artist - Necro. Album song I Need Drugs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп