歌曲 | What's Ya Poison (Album Version) |
歌手 | Mobb Deep |
专辑 | Murda Muzik |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Johnson, McKay, Muchita | |
Prodigy | |
Yo my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park | |
For your ears to list-this | |
You don't wanna 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, whats your discussion | |
Ya'll niggas talk alot 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 whats 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 mesasuring 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 enimies 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) |
zuo ci : Johnson, McKay, Muchita | |
Prodigy | |
Yo my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park | |
For your ears to listthis | |
You don' t wanna 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 owees now we stuff dutches | |
Kids rushing, whats your discussion | |
Ya' ll niggas talk alot 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 whats 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 adddict, Whenever Mega spits | |
Exhale preciseness, Drug Dealer Ghetto shit | |
Sweat in my hand, plus the finger numb from mesasuring 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 enimies 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 |
zuò cí : Johnson, McKay, Muchita | |
Prodigy | |
Yo my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park | |
For your ears to listthis | |
You don' t wanna 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 owees now we stuff dutches | |
Kids rushing, whats your discussion | |
Ya' ll niggas talk alot 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 whats 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 adddict, Whenever Mega spits | |
Exhale preciseness, Drug Dealer Ghetto shit | |
Sweat in my hand, plus the finger numb from mesasuring 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 enimies 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 |