What's Ya Poison (feat. Cormega)

Yo, my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park

For your ears to list this

You don't wanna miss this, thun

Don't be a statistic

Keep your rhymes to yourself

We make fools outta ****

And write shit that certainly'll move y'all ****

Peace to my Sumner villains in pink houses

From Red Hook to QB, you know the routine

We need a movie to show how our life so ill

Every summer in the projects, we partied on the benches

A few gallons of gin and Pepsi

Remember party balls? I remember that shit

That was back in like '90

We used to roll ooh-wees now we stuff Dutches

Bing bust it, what's your discussion

Y'all **** talk a lot of shit, heard you on the tape frontin'

I fakes nothin', ya fuck around and push the wrong button

I dedicate my days to seein' you drip blood

Will always love Gambo and Scarface

Killa Black, no man can fill your shoes

Now what's bad news

It couldn't get no worse, so what y'all **** know about the turmoil

What y'all know about the blood soil clothes

And little hoes, and the legs of pants, slugs crack the shin bone

The other shots blast through your left clavicle

Melt switch suits and paint the avenues

How you want it?

Bent, skied, or straight blunted

Medium rare, raw, Havoc just over done it

And while you sittin' there, whisperin' like a little girl

Fuck waitin' around till the Dutchy gets twirled

We goin' at you, not 'cause we want to 'cause we have to

Revoke the situation, that you couldn't last through

If I can't have it all, then I don't want it at all

Off top, serious dog, I'm out for the brawl

Battle the world, shit I kick'll dazzle your girl

Handle the bitch, can't, then take this referral

Hit 'em with the pink slip, get 'em bent to earl

Hennessy got my mind locked, tight in a curl

Hold it down like Saddam, you can't search my crib

Even with thirty worms, I'ma still appear

How you want it?

Bent, skied, or straight blunted

How you want it?

Bent, skied, or straight blunted

Yo, yo, my pen is sick like a heroin addict

Whenever Mega spit, I exhale preciseness

Drug dealer ghetto shit

Sweat in my hand, plus the finger numb's from measurin' grams

Gun in my waist, in case I see son

Who wetted my man

I be Gore-Tex'd to death, rockin' ice no special effects

Obvious, I was destined to rep

Yo, my persona is the drama, my Infamous Conglomerates

Considered mad real, **** feel the Montana shit

Born official, my **** that's gone, I miss you

I shed a tear, see y'all **** when I get there

Yo, my thon did six years and still didn't hit the street

I'm waitin' on the day, when Rikers Island ciphers are incomplete

When I can sleep with no heat, hidden beneath the sheet

And can relax with my Air Max, appearing on my feet

When I rhyme you enter my mind, seein' **** lead to excellence

I represented, manifested in the beat

Respect this, like a Lexus jeep

My technique leaves my enemies stressed for weeks, vexed at me

Especially they know my destiny, man, they scared to death of me

They fear, can't even question me, I'll serve 'em like I'm stretchin' keys

How you want it?

Bent, skied, or straight blunted

How you want it?

Bent, skied, or straight blunted

How you want it?

Bent, skied, or straight blunted

How you want it?

Bent, skied, or straight blunted