What's Ya Poison
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[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo, my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park
For your ears to list-this
You don't wanna miss this dunn
Don't be a statistic
Keep your rhymes to yourself, we make fools out of niggas
And write shit that certainly'll move y'all niggas
Peace to my summer villains with pink houses
From Red Hook to QB you know the routine
We need a movie to show how our life so ill
Every summer in the projects we partied on the benches
A few gallons of gin and Pepsi
Remember party wars (I remember that shit), that was back in like '90
We use to roll oo-wees now we stuff Dutches
Kids rushing, what's your discussion
Y'all niggas talk a lot of shit heard you on your tape fronting
I fake nothing, fuck around and push the wrong button
I dedicate my days to seeing you drip blood
I will always love Gambo and Scarface
Killa Black, no man can fill your shoes
Now what's bad news
It couldn't get no worse, so what y'all niggas know about the turmoil
What ya know about your blood soil, clothes and little hoes
And the legs of pants, slugs that crack the shin bone
The Other shot blasts through your left clavicle
Melt swish suits and paint the avenues
[Verse 2: Havoc]
How you want it? Bent, skied, or straight blunted
Medium rare, raw, Havoc just over done it
While you sitting there whispering like a little girl
Fuck, waiting around till the dutchy gets twirled
We going at you, not cause we want to but cause we have to
To avoid the situation that you couldn't last through
If I can't have it at all Then I don't want it at all
Off top serious dogg, I'm out for the raw
Back to the world, the shit that I kick will dazzle your girl
Handle your bitch, can't then take her for pearl
Get him with the pink slip, get 'em bent to earl
Hennessy got my mind locked, tight in a curl
Hold it down like Saddam you can't search my crib
Even with dirty worms I'm gonna still appear
How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x)
[Verse 3: Cormega]
Yo, yo, my pen is sick like a heroin add-dict, Whenever Mega spits
Exhale preciseness, drug Dealer ghetto shit
Sweat in my hand, plus the finger numb from measuring grams
Gun on my waist, In case I see son
Who wetted my man
I be gortex'd to death, rocking ice no special fx's
It's Obvious I was destined to rep
Yo my persona is the drama, my Infamous Conglomerates
Considered mad real, niggas feel the Montana shit
Born official, my niggas that's gone I miss you
I shed a tear, see y'all niggas when I get there
Yo my dunn did six years and still didn't hit the strip
I'm waiting on the day, when Rikers Island ciphers are incomplete
When I can sleep with no heat, hidden beneath the sheet
And I can relax with my air max, appearing on my feet
When I rhyme you enter my mind, Seeing niggas lead to excellence
I represented, manifested in the beat
Respect this, like a Lexus jeep
My technique, leaves my enemies stretched for weeks, vexed from me
Especially they know my destiny, man they scared to death of me
Can't even question me, I serve them like stretching keys, please
[Outro: Havoc]
How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x)
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