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