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 mass?
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 di*k
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 massive 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 hornet) 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, pass the cops, harrassin
No classin, 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
Damn 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 flicks and playin with mommy's tits
I admit none of that, I'm the son of the east
I got a gun under my fleece, balde under my teeth
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
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