What's Ya Poison (Album Version) Lyrics
| Song | What's Ya Poison (Album Version) |
| Artist | Mobb Deep |
| Album | Murda Muzik |
| Download | 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 |
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