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 *****s
And write **** that would certainly move y'all *****s
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
Y'all *****s talk a lot of **** heard you on your tape fronting
I fake nothing, ***k 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 y'all *****s 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

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
***k, 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 **** that I kick will dazzle your girl
Handle the *****, can't then take her for pearl
Get him with the pink slip, get him bent to he hurl
Hennessey 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
How you want it? Bent scheme or straight blunted

Yo, yo, my pen is sick like a heroin add-dict, whenever Mega spits
I exhale preciseness, Drug Dealer Ghetto ****
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'll be Gortexing to death, rocking ice with special fx's
Obvious that I was destined to rep
Yo my persona is the drama, my Infamous Congrommalits
Considered mad real, *****s feel the Montana ****

Born official, my *****s that are gone I miss you
I shed a tear, see y'all *****s 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
An' I can relax with my air max, appearing on my feet
When I rhyme you enter my mind, seeing *****'s lead to excellence
I represented then 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 Ki's, 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