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Yo, my rap taste good in my like Deer Park
For your ears to list this, you wanna miss this dun
be a statistic, keep your rhymes to yourself, we make
Fools out of niggas and write that would certainly move y'all niggas
Peace to my summer villains pink houses, from Red Hook to QB
You the routine, we need a movie to show how our life is so ill

Every in the projects we partied on the benches, few gallons
Of gin and Pepsi, remember Party wars, was back in like 90
We use to roll now we stuff dutches
rushin', what's your discussion
Y'all niggas talk alot of shit heard you on your tape
I fake nothin', fuck around and the wrong button

I dedicate my days to you drip blood, I will always love
and ScarFace, Killa Black, no man can fill your shoes, now
What's bad news, it couldn't get no worse, so what niggas know
About the turmoil, what ya know about your blood soil, and little
Hoes and the legs of pant slugs that crack the bone, the other shot
Blasts through your left clavical, melt Swizz suits and the avenues

How you want it? Bent or straight blunted, many are rare, rore
Havoc has over done it, while you sittin' there whisperin'
Like a little girl, fuck, waitin' around till the dutchy twirled
We at you, not 'cause we want to but 'cause we have to
To avoid the situation you couldn't last through
If I can't it at all I don't want it at all

Off top serious dogg, I'm out for the raw, to the world
The shit that I kick will dazzle your girl, handle the
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
Hold it down like Saddam you search my click
Even with dirty worms, I'm gonna appear

How you want it, bent scheme or straight
How you want it, bent scheme or straight

Yo, my pen is sick like a heroin addict, whenever spits, I exhale
Preciseness, drug dealer shit, sweat in my hand, plus the finer
Numb mesasurin' grams, gun on my waist, in case I see son
Who my man, I be Gortexin' to death, rockin' ice with special fxs
Obvious I was to rep, yo my persona's the drama, my infamous Congrommalits considered mad real, niggas feel the Montana shit

Born official, my niggas are gone I miss you
I shed a tear, see y'all niggas when I get
Yo, my dun did six years and still didn't hit the
I'm on the day when Rikers Island ciphers are incomplete
When I can sleep with no heat, hidden the sheet
And I can relax with my air max, on my feet

When I rhyme you my mind, seein' nigga's lead to excellence
I then manifested in the beat
Respect this like a jeep, my technique
Leaves my enemies for weeks, vexed in me
Especially they know my destiny, man scared to death of me
Can't even question me, I serve them stretchin' ki's, please

How you it, bent scheme or straight blunted
How you it, bent scheme or straight blunted
How you want it, scheme or straight blunted
How you want it, bent scheme or straight