How You Want It? (Deer Park)
Prodigy



Yo my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park

For your ears to list this

You don't wanna miss this dun

Don't be a statistic

Keep your rhymes to yourself we make fools out of niggas

And write shit that would certainly move ya'll 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 is so ill

Every Summer in the projects we partied on the benches

Few gallons of gin and pepsi

Remember Party wars, that was back in like 90

We use to roll o-wees now we stuff dutches

Kids rushing, whats your discussion

Ya'll niggas talk alot of shit heard you on your tape fronting

I fake nothing, Fuck around and push the wrong button

I dedicate my days to seeing your drip blood

I will always love Gambino and ScarFace

Killa Black no man can fill your shoes, Now whats bad news

It couldn't get no worse, So what ya'll niggas know about the turmoil

What ya know about your blood soil, Clothes and little Ho's

And the legs of pant slugs that crack the shin bone

The Other shot blasts through your left clavical

Melt swizz suits and paint the avenue's



Havoc



How you want it? Bent Scheme or straight blunted

Many are rare, rore, Havoc has 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 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 him bent to he hurl

Hennessy got my mind locked, tight in a curl

Hold it down like Saddam you can't search my click

Even with dirty worms I'm gonna still appear



How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x)



Cormega



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 mesasuring grams

Gun on my waist, In case I see son

who wetted my man

I be Gortexing to death, rocking ice with special fx's

Obvious I was destined to rep

Yo my persona is the drama, my Infamous Congrommalits

Considered mad real, niggas feel the Montana shit

Born official, my niggas that are gone I miss you

I shed a tear, see ya'll niggas when I get there

Yo my dun 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 nigga's lead to excellence

I represented then manifested in the beat....Respect this

Like a lexus jeep

My technique

Leaves my enimies 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 ki's..please



Havoc

How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x)