Inspectah Deck - Do You Really lyrics

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Do you really want it, do you really? (House Gang on the chow) Do you really want it, do you really? (Get ya plates out, we 'bout to eat now) Do you really want it, do you really? (First in line, the fugitive) Do you really want it, do you really? (Carlton Fisk, geeee!) [Carlton Fisk] House Gang on the chow, last warning Cuffs and ID's, now we walkin' out New York City, I'm a animal, stalkin' about f** around with the f** around, blood in ya mouth And I rep for them green haven, cats who smuggle grams Bubble in the yard with they fam The type to send money home on the pink slip, whenever they can You the type to turn day in the can, b**h the wave of my hand Have you runnin' with your face in your hand Threw the mess hall, as fast as you can Mothaf**a, Carlton Fisk, Karl Malone when I'm settin' the sh** Donnie Cash, Jason Kidd, when he on the a**ist And we Loose Linx, House Gang, who's f**in' with this? [Chorus] Do you really want it, do you really? (Yeah, we in the yards) Do you really want it, do you really? (Gangstas shoot time, our own weight like workin' ants) Do you really want it, do you really? (Eyo, I'm 'bout to send this kite out to my n***a King Just) Do you really want it, do you really? (Eyo Just, hold me down baby) Do you really want it, do you really? (Yo, come on!) [King Just] I do what it takes to carry the whole weight Ya'll the crumbs on the table, while we the f**in' whole cake Battle ya whole state, off of one dub plate I.N.S. we goin' platinum, off of one mixtape Get ya sh** straight, before you be floatin' the cold plate The big fish eat the small bait The sharp knife cut the dull steak The seven wonders of the world, and King J is the eighth Stay in ya place, and bout face I ain't gon' loose the race, steady pace I'm a carpenter rapper, I keep hammers on my waist Drink Remy by the case, and smoke trees that's laced I get that a** robbed without the base Make you leave the game alone like you Pastor Mase We the All Madden greats, we the planet of the apes We the reasons why DJ's gotta dig in they crates For given sake, hit it, only take one tape As if I'm down on my last, we gon' cook back the shake And double back to an eighth, I cause trouble for my papes In the food fight you couldn't bust a grape This goes out to the late, and the ones that can relate Welcome to Park Hill, home of the fire escapes [Chorus] Do you really want it, do you really? (10304, all that war) Do you really want it, do you really? (We got the ninth floor on lock right now) Do you really want it, do you really? (Come see us, House Gang, yeah) Do you really want it, do you really? (Sendin' the kite out to my n***a D.C.) Do you really want it, do you really? (Yo Donnie, meet me on the gate son) [Donnie Cash] The Animal handles business on the zone Call for knowin', like I got no minutes on the phone All I need is the spinnach and the chrome A couple of clips, couple of whips, got me spinnin' on the chrome Catch a vick, run up in a n***a home Clap up his chick, wrap up the bricks, then I empty in the dome You's a b**h, I can sense it in your tone Your b**h is a who*e, and I'm a dog, wanna tempt me with a bone But the only thing I'm meant to is a dome I'm usin' a moose cat to booth cracks, then I send her home Court dates, face sentencing alone And never did I tell with the jail, did the bidding on my own Since 12, I've been livin' on my own From D.C., originally, never needed ya'll is written on my bones Like, ain't nobody kiddin' when you grown And don't respect your visions 'till you show em, then they miss you when your gone My life is like a scripture in a poem, if not in the cell Then where I dwell is like a prison of it's own You can tell, I'm bout to into to a zone The sum is 'bout as high as I'mma get, still twistin' up a bone