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icarus (rapper) - how do u want it lyrics

[stack-a-dollar]
ayo it’s too bad, i just crashed a new jag
too bad, get your new shoes and boots tagged
you mad, ?wire your brains and dudes m-ss?
stack produce cash, my whole crew blast
n-ggas think they rich when they boost their stash
stack on trick, now i just slap em with d-ck
and i’m known for getting head in the back of the whip
i’m either with meth or doc, black or ic
back to the script, my n-ggas flash m-ssive chips
while you was home watching the facts of life
i was on your block c-cking a mac and knife
trying to stack it right, gold displayed out
now its platinum or ice, you get your bragging rights
when your cash is right, and if you n-ggas hold guns, better blast em right
and if you flash your ice, better ante up n-gga, or that’s your life
yo, stack, ic & meth flow sick to death
give it a rest, us three spit it the best
ice from the charm, fresh trees right from the farm
every night i got somebodies wife tight on my arm

[chorus: icarus (method man)]
yo we can take it to the guns n-gga (how do you want it?)
or we can take it to the knife n-gga (yeah, how do you want it?)
or we can take it to the hands n-gga (yeah, how do you want it?)
(not sayin that your woman don’t own it like a h-rnet) x2
(any way ya’ll n-ggas want it, your paper good perfromance)
(got cornered, who want it?)

[method man]
you can catch meth mashin, p-ss the cops, harr-ssin
no cl-ssin, spazzin, shot on cash and
not a penny, i choose a heart away, if any
it’s something in me that make me want moore than deemi
my man icarus, s.i., can’t get enough
we stickin n-ggas up for that ‘in god we trust’
ya’ll might f-ck with htem, but you can’t f-ck with us
don’t miss tical’s chamber, i’m too dangerous
and it’s been so long, uh huh, been so long
since i stuck my middle finger past your thong
b-tch must i show & prove, i can’t lose
and you don’t gotta look at my shoes to see i rule
i do it for my n-ggas on run from law
i do it for my b-tches who boost clothes from stores
six in the morning, police at my door
got me locked up, not knowing what i’m locked up for

[chorus]

[icarus]
yo what the f-ck have i done?
do you see what kind of trouble i’ve brung?
this what happens when an m outta the w come
gangsta menage n-gga, make you love the two guns
bust and you run, trust me, i handle them well
i look at whoever called me, cameras held
my right hand hit hard like a hammer to nail
d-mn i prevail, from when i used to plan in a cell
landed in jail, ic back, n-gga, get back
yo my name ring more than grandfather clocks
while ya’ll talk to much like barbershops
yo can ctach ic in back of a widebody 6
watchin karate fl!cks and playin with mommy’s t-ts
i admit none of that, i’m the son of the east
i got a gun under my fleece, balde under my t–th
so when a n-gga talk sh-t, i make him run to police
then i jump in the jeep, put the pump on my seat
what i spend at the bar cost more than your mink
bartender mad, n-ggas at me ordering drinks
i’m more than you think, the benz got a toilet & sink
my bullets will blow at your leg the moment you blink
tical & ic, this is the wildest sh-t
we gon make mothaf-ckers on the island flip
not to mention stack, his crime fowl is sick
three real n-ggas that don’t smile for sh-t

[chorus]

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