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Yo, my rap taste in my mouth 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 shit that would certainly move y'all
Peace to my summer villains with pink houses, from Red to QB
You know the routine, we a movie to show how our life is so ill

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

I dedicate my days to seein' you drip blood, I will always
Gambino and ScarFace, Black, no man can fill your shoes, now
What's bad news, it get no worse, so what y'all niggas know
About the turmoil, ya know about your blood soil, clothes and little
Hoes and the legs of slugs that crack the shin bone, the other shot
Blasts through your left clavical, Swizz suits and paint the avenues

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

Off top serious dogg, I'm out for the raw, back to the
The shit that I kick will dazzle your girl, handle the
Can't then take her for pearl, get him with the slip
Get him bent to he hurl, Hennessy got my locked, tight in a curl
Hold it down like Saddam you can't search my
Even dirty worms, I'm gonna still appear

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

Yo, my pen is sick like a addict, whenever Mega spits, I exhale
Preciseness, drug dealer ghetto shit, sweat in my hand, 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 destined to rep, yo my persona's the drama, my infamous Congrommalits mad real, niggas feel the Montana shit

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

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

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