What's Ya Poison

[Intro: Prodigy] Fucking clown ass niggas, man (Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh) Fuck wrong with these niggas, man? Word to mother, son That good shit This shit right here (Gotta bring shit back, man) Should give you strength, nigga (knahmean?) Should keep you healthy (That's what I'm talking about) Word up, dunn [Verse 1: Prodigy, (Havoc)] Yo, my rap tastes 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 niggas And write shit that certainly'll move y'all niggas Peace, to my Sumner villains in Pink Houses From Red Hook, to QB, y'all know the routine We need a movie to show how our life so ill (Fuckin' for real...) Every summer in the projects, we partied on the benches A few gallons of gin and Pepsi Remember party balls? (I remember that shit) That was back in like '90 We used to roll ooh-wees, now we stuff Dutches big – bust it What's the discussion? Y'all niggas talk a lot of shit, heard you on the tape frontin' I fakes nothin', fuck around and push the wrong button I'll dedicate my days to seeom' you drip blood Will always love Gambo and Scarface Killa Black, no man can fill your shoes Now what's bad news? It couldn't get no worse, so what y'all niggas know about the turmoil? What y'all know about the blood, soil, clothes And little holes in the legs of pants? Slugs crack the shin bone The other shots blast through your left clavicle Melt Swiss suits and paint the avenues [Verse 2: Havoc] How you want it – bent, ski'ed, or straight blunted? Medium rare, raw? Havoc's over done it And while you sittin' there, whisperin' like a little girl Fuck, waitin' around 'til the dutchie gets twirled We going at you, not 'cause we want to, 'cause we have to Provoked a situation that you couldn't last through If I can't have it all, then I don't want it at all Off top, serious, dawg – I'm out for the brawl Battle the world, shit I kick'll dazzle your girl Handle the bitch – can't? Then take this referral Hit 'em 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'ma still appear [Refrain: Havoc] How you want it – bent, ski'ed, or straight blunted? How you want it – bent, ski'ed, or straight blunted? [Verse 3: Cormega] Yo, yo – my pen is sick like a heroin addict Whenever Mega spit, I exhale preciseness Drug dealer ghetto shit; sweat in my hand Plus the fingers numb from measuring grams Gun on my waist, in case I see son who wetted my mans I be Gore-Tex'ing to death, rockin' ice with special effects It's obvious that I was destined to rep Yo, my persona is the drama, my Infamous conglomerates Considered mad real, niggas feel the Montana shit Born official; my niggas that's gone, I miss you I shed a tear, see y'all niggas when I get there Yo, my dunn did six years and still didn't hit the street I'm waiting on the day–when Rikers Island ciphers' incomplete When I can sleep with no heat hidden beneath the sheet And can relax–with my Air Max appearing on my feet When I rhyme, you enter my mind – seein' niggas peep The excellence I represent is manifested in the beat Respect this, like a Lexus Jeep My techniques leaves my enemies stressed for weeks Vexed at me, especially knowin' my destiny is near They scared to death of me, they fear To even question me, I'll serve 'em like I'm stretchin' keys – please... [Refrain: Havoc] How you want it – bent, ski'ed, or straight blunted? How you want it – bent, ski'ed, or straight blunted? How you want it – bent, ski'ed, or straight blunted? How you want it – bent, ski'ed, or straight blunted?