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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 in 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
A 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
[Incomprehensible] , 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

Will always love Rambo 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 soiled clothes and little hoes
And the legs of pant slugs that crack the shin bone?
The other shots blast through your left clavical
Melt swiss suits and paint the avenues

How you want it? Bent scheme or straight blunted?
Many are rare, raw, Havoc has just over done it
And while you sitting there whispering like a little girl
Fuck, waiting around till the dutchy gets twirled
We goin' 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 dog, I'm out for the brawl
Back to the world, the shit that I kick will dazzle your girl
Handle the bitch, can't then take her for pearl
Hit him with the pink slip, get him bent to hurl
Hennessey 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?
How you want it? Bent scheme or straight blunted?

Yo, yo, my pen is sick like a heroin addict, whenever Mega spits
I 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 gortexing to death, rocking ice with special FXs
Obvious that I was destined to rap
Yo my persona is the drama, my infamous congrommalits
Considered mad real, niggas feel the Montana shit

Born official, my niggas that's 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 niggas lead to excellence
I represent is manifested in the beat
Respect this like a Lexus jeep
My technique leaves my enemies stretched for weeks, vexed in me
Especially knowin' my destiny is near
They scared to death of me, can't even question me
I serve 'em like I'm stretching keys, please

How you want it? Bent scheme or straight blunted?
How you want it? Bent scheme or straight blunted?

How you want it? Bent scheme or straight blunted?
How you want it? Bent scheme or straight blunted?

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