How You Want It - Big Mike, Grudge, Outlawz

How You Want it?

Whaty What

We can get down, niggas talkin' shit now

Y’all done put y’all shit down

Peep that shit y’all spit now

Thinkin' it was done with

Pickin' all that gun shit

We gonna have some fun with

Y’all niggas, small niggas, hard niggas

That gots stopped, where the fuck y’all niggas

What’s up Pac?

Shots then turn to slot

I swear I see niggas icin' up hot knock digga

We got props fa' ya

Now I’m more than qualified

To be slangin' records nationwide

Bitch ass niggas talkin' bout how they down to die

And y’all ain’t gotta ask no questions why

Partly to test the sky

You gotta be the best to try

Hoe ass niggas dress too fly

To be talkin' bout lockin' heads

With a nigga that’s Texas size

You fraud at, niggas couldn’t fuck with me if y’all were 50 deep

And I was fucked up on a Friday in your best disguise

East or West side can I get some

Get done, break up the pieces and does the best decide

Hit ya with that pesticide

I keep ya man, ya milli — legacy loaded by my side

I’m killin' these wise guys from the inside

So recognize and respect one of the best of my kind

No need to be checkin' mine

I got the Lexus side to side

Especially for catchin' eyes

They think that life, a part of life

Across the river in that fisher

With the thangs from fifty-five

Nigga flip that side

Try to lift what’s mind

Get laid flat foo

Cuz with the tech, I’m a nifty guy

I’m skinny nigga

All one six five of me

Twist it up if ya wanna side with me

Forty eight tracks

Slangin' studio rap bangers

Get home, when I attack it’s danger

I’m sick of sober (ohh)

Holy shit soldier

Full of if over and watch me try to take this bitch over

It’s me and mine, brotha

At all times like that

Do it the real way when y’all just stuck out on wax

Yo

Now how do you want it

Do you want it in shots?

The Outlawz still comin'

If you ready or not

These mother fuckers is sleepin'

Don’t think we a threat

Already a video and platinum

And we ain’t even put out an album yet

Know where the holy is

My soul is pure

Ain’t no door

To walk out this game of war

I still thank the lord

My mom duke don’t smoke coke no more

Thuggin' for my family, I’ve been an outlaw

Been through all

For stealin' on niggas who stealin clothes out the mall

I went through all y’all

Grab my balls

Outlawz, It’s war

Help me, tell me what’s wrong with your draw

Nigga you’re more than raw

Now get the fuck off the floor

I’mma wire your jar

In the worst way

Nigga on my birthday

Desert Eagle so pollute the ear

That’s how we celebrate

I meditate in a thug way

Fight back in the subway

If worst come to worst

Fuck this, rap shit is the thug way

I woke up early in the mornin'

Like I’m facin' the judge

Fuck the world

Stuck on Thug Life and I ain’t gonna budge

Got a heart full of pain

And a brain full of sorrow

I gots to break like two walls

For every muscle I swallow

So I was down from the get down

You nigga on his ground

Mind, controlled by crime

Facin' time completely blind

The deeper you’ll find the traces of livin' this sadness

Lost souls in this midst of this madness

So how you want it

Chorus (begins then fades out)