Mobb Deep - How You Want It? Lyrics
ProdigyYo my rap taste good in my mouth like deer parkFor your ears to list-thisYou don't wanna miss this dunDon't be a statisticKeep your rhymes to yourself, we make fools out of niggasAnd write shit that would certainly move ya'll niggasPeace to my summer villains with pink houses>from red hook to qb you know the routineWe need a movie to show how our life is so illEvery summer in the projects we partied on the benchesFew gallons of gin and pepsiRemember party wars, that was back in like 90We use to roll o-wees now we stuff dutchesKids rushing, whats your discussionYa'll niggas talk alot of shit heard you on your tape frontingI fake nothing, ***** around and push the wrong buttonI dedicate my days to seeing your drip bloodI will always love gambino and scarfaceKilla black no man can fill your shoes, now whats bad newsIt couldn't get no worse, so what ya'll niggas know about the turmoilWhat ya know about your blood soil, clothes and little ho'sAnd the legs of pant slugs that crack the shin boneThe other shot blasts through your left clavicalMelt swizz suits and paint the avenue'sHavocHow you want it? bent scheme or straight bluntedMany are rare, rore, havoc has just over done itWhile you sitting there whispering like a little girl*****, waiting around till the dutchy gets twirledWe going at you, not cause we want to but cause we have toTo avoid the situation that you couldn't last throughIf i can't have it at all i don't want it at allOff top serious dogg, i'm out for the rawBack to the world, the shit that i kick will dazzle your girlHandle your *****, can't then take her for pearlGet him with the pink slip, get him bent to he hurlHennessy got my mind locked, tight in a curlHold it down like saddam you can't search my clickEven with dirty worms i'm gonna still appearHow you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x)CormegaYo, my pen is sick like a heroin add-dict, whenever mega spitsExhale preciseness, drug dealer ghetto shitSweat in my hand, plus the finger numb from mesasuring gramsGun on my waist, in case i see sonWho wetted my manI be gortexing to death, rocking ice with special fx'sObvious i was destined to repYo my persona is the drama, my infamous congrommalitsConsidered mad real, niggas feel the montana shitBorn official, my niggas that are gone i miss youI shed a tear, see ya'll niggas when i get thereYo my dun did six years and still didn't hit the stripI'm waiting on the day, when rikers island ciphers are incompleteWhen i can sleep with no heat, hidden beneath the sheetAnd i can relax with my air max, appearing on my feetWhen i rhyme you enter my mind, seeing nigga's lead to excellenceI represented then manifested in the beat....respect thisLike a lexus jeepMy techniqueLeaves my enimies stretched for weeks, vexed from meEspecially they know my destiny, man they scared to death of meCan't even question me, i serve them like stretching ki's..pleaseHavocHow you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x)
