Chris Lighty - What's Ya Poison lyrics

[Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo, my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park For your ears to list-this You don't wanna miss this dunn Don't be a statistic Keep your rhymes to yourself, we make fools out of n***as And write sh** that certainly'll move y'all n***as 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 so ill Every summer in the projects we partied on the benches A few gallons of gin and Pepsi Remember party wars (I remember that sh**), that was back in like '90 We use to roll oo-wees now we stuff Dutches Kids rushing, what's your discussion Y'all n***as talk a lot of sh** heard you on your tape fronting I fake nothing, f** around and push the wrong bu*ton I dedicate my days to seeing you drip blood I will always love Gambo and Scarface k**a Black, no man can fill your shoes Now what's bad news It couldn't get no worse, so what y'all n***as know about the turmoil What ya know about your blood soil, clothes and little hoes And the legs of pants, slugs that crack the shin bone The Other shot blasts through your left clavicle Melt swish suits and paint the avenues [Verse 2: Havoc] How you want it? Bent, skied, or straight blunted Medium rare, raw, Havoc just over done it While you sitting there whispering like a little girl f**, 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 Then I don't want it at all Off top serious dogg, I'm out for the raw Back to the world, the sh** that I kick will dazzle your girl Handle your b**h, can't then take her for pearl Get him 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 dirty worms I'm gonna still appear How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x) [Verse 3: Cormega] Yo, yo, my pen is sick like a h**n add-dict, Whenever Mega spits Exhale preciseness, drug Dealer ghetto sh** 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 gortex'd to d**h, rocking ice no special fx's It's Obvious I was destined to rep Yo my persona is the drama, my Infamous Conglomerates Considered mad real, n***as feel the Montana sh** Born official, my n***as that's gone I miss you I shed a tear, see y'all n***as when I get there Yo my dunn 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 n***as lead to excellence I represented, 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 d**h of me Can't even question me, I serve them like stretching keys, please [Outro: Havoc] How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x)