Prodigy Yo my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park For your ears to list-this You don't want to miss this dun Don't be a statistic Keep your rhymes to yourself, we make fools out of niggas And write shit that would certainly move ya'll niggas 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, what's your discussion Ya'll niggas talk a lot of shit heard you on your tape fronting I fake nothing, Fuck 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 what's bad news It couldn't get no worse, So what ya'll niggas 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 Havoc 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 Fuck, 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 shit that I kick will dazzle your girl Handle your bitch, can't 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 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 (2x) Cormega Yo, my pen is sick like a heroin add-dict, Whenever Mega spits Exhale preciseness, Drug Dealer Ghetto shit 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 be Gortexing to death, rocking ice with special fx's Obvious I was destined to rep Yo my persona is the drama, my Infamous Congrommalits Considered mad real, niggas feel the Montana shit Born official, my niggas that are gone I miss you I shed a tear, see ya'll niggas 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 And I can relax with my air max, appearing on my feet When I rhyme you enter my mind, Seeing nigga'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 Havoc How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x)