What's Ya Poison [album Version] Lyrics - Mobb Deep

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 y'all 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 rushin', what's your discussion 

Y'all niggas talk alot of shit heard you on your tape frontin' 

I fake nothin', fuck around and push the wrong button 

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I dedicate my days to seein' you 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 y'all niggas know 

About the turmoil, what ya know about your blood soil, clothes and little 

Hoes 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 avenues 

How you want it? Bent scheme or straight blunted, many are rare, rore 

Havoc has just over done it, while you sittin' there whisperin' 

Like a little girl, fuck, waitin' around till the dutchy gets twirled 

We goin' 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 the 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 

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How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted 

How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted 

Yo, my pen is sick like a heroin addict, whenever Mega spits, I exhale 

Preciseness, drug dealer ghetto shit, sweat in my hand, plus the finer 

Numb from mesasurin' grams, gun on my waist, in case I see son 

Who wetted my man, I be Gortexin' to death, rockin' ice with special fxs 

Obvious I was destined to rep, yo my persona's 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 y'all niggas when I get there 

Yo, my dun did six years and still didn't hit the strip 

I'm waitin' 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, appearin' on my feet 

When I rhyme you enter my mind, seein' 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 in me 

Especially they know my destiny, man they scared to death of me 

Can't even question me, I serve them like stretchin' ki's, please 

How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted 

How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted 

How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted 

How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted 

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