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    [Pace Won]
    Who that smoked-out kid that do more drugs than a rock star?
    Not far from bein' in the back seat of a cop car
    Top dog that falls the fuck off, now he fiendin'
    The need for drugs got his ass stealin'
    He asks you for pocket change and cigarettes every time you see him
    White shit around his lips; he got open sores, bleedin'
    Kid blast more fast than Pete Rock could flip a remix
    Hope he don't OD like River Phoenix
    Hope his ass gets himself together and his people live to see it
    All his felonies become misdemeanors
    He shootin' up hot heroin, one dub, intravenous
    Robbin' niggas cleaner than the cleaners

    [Chorus - Pace Won]
    Yo, some people fiend for it, spend some cream on it
    They slip and get addicted, drop a G on it
    Next thing, they trip and they think their house haunted
    Niggas never should've got what they wanted

    [Hook - Pace Won]
    Yo, if you crack the fuck out you need rehab
    Dope the fuck up you need rehab, rehabilitation
    It's drug therapy for a patient
    Kickin' cold turkey got them kooky niggas shakin'

    Yo!
    [Az-Izz]
    Az-Izz, ex-Mad Math wiz
    Now I'm addicted to pills, hash, and acid
    For denouncin' Jevohah, first time I got high, it was over
    Got drunker than Grady off JD and Coca-Cola
    I broke bread with dopehead (??) that broke legs for mopeds
    Plus Axe fatter than the ass on Jennifer Lopez
    Sniff lines with cokeheads and bring the Rawkus like Mos Def

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    [Nawshis]
    Remember this; bad habits only get worser
    When your lungs insert lye, they just tryin' to reach the first high
    I used to smoke, drink mad brew straight
    Still be sober, so I had to graduate
    Nawshis; I'm addicted to gettin' lifted
    Didn't know not to, havin' rap a role model
    Until I heard Redman hit the rope
    I heard Mobb Deep sniffed coke
    Yo, Yo!

    [Chorus]

    [Hook]

    [D.U.]
    I'm the rehab specialist
    Checkin' shit from testosterone to female estrogen
    Stethoscope, check your pulse, detox shock treatment
    No eavesdrop, it's top secret
    Yo, Dr. Giggle; I jot down notes and start to scribble
    I figured out the riddle; ain't shit wrong with you
    (??????)I take acid with pain tablets
    A strange habit but that shit keeps my brains blasted
    Unbalanced chemicals bend the rules; break in lockers
    Stealin' tennis shoes; back in the day you should've finished school
    Was the man of the playground, now you're waist down
    Here's a shot of redemption; go make some cake now

    [Chorus & Hook 2x]

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    Composition: T. Smith and A. King

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