However You Want It

HOOK:
 However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts
 Your body carried out the church
 Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh my baby!)
 They shoulda took me first
 However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts
 Your body carried out the church
 Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh...)
 (Verse 1)
 Aiyyo
 What y'all thought I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston
 Cuz *My Love's your Love* will be my slugs wit blood
 For any thug that wanna bang and play orangutang
 Find yourself in the river with the rest of them
 Wake up, wake up, I'm in a nightmare dream
 Where I found myself loadin magazines after magazines
 Ski mask on my face, gun on my waist
 Fine pens shakin in my hand as I write this next line
 You look strange, shootin victims at close range
 And saw his vein burst from his neck, as I snatched his chain
 Is this a Bible, I used to read the Gospel
 Until I got betrayed by one of my twelve disciples
 Which one, look through the crowd son
 You could spot the traitor wit a tatto on his arm
 The symbol is a microphone, an intellectual
 A wannabe Rakim, but too extraterrestrial
 I heard he's lethal and I'm too rusty to battle him
 Me being rusty is like Biggie not being *Born Again*
 It never happen, watch who you call fam
 On MTV, he painted himself as the tin man
 Predicted platinum, way before it happened
 So that's why when you ship gold, you only sold aluminum
 And now you wanna tell everybody I messed up your record?
 C'mon!
 HOOK
 (Verse 2)
 You a thug? You aint a murderer, just an undercover caligula
 Cuz when you saw the luger became silent like Caesar
 Enough of this rap stuff, Sedeck take his watch
 If I wasn't rappin, I'd take that stash in your left socks
 Don't make me raise my voice cuz I'm masterin a coo
 So, and besides when they find you you'll be bones
 Mom say watch my peers, hangin like chandeliers
 Orderin Don P, you couldn't pay for one beer
 Perpetratin, a fraud, oh god, you aint hard
 Take thirty of y'all to murder one kid on the boulevard
 You want Wyclef Jean, bring your same thug guys
 Here's my advice, leave the ring with your bride
 Cuz you aint comin back no more
 We gon send you to a vacation for two, with crabs on the seashore
 You freeze up, hold up I really thought you was psychotic
 Is that tears in your eyes? You cryin for your life
 Kid you tellin me what you did, you didn't wanna do
 Watch what you say on record cuz it might come true
 HOOK
 Outro:
 Should I take them? Should I wait?
 Should I take them? Should I wait?
 Should I take them? Should I wait?
 I say *No Woman, No Cry* like I should own a piece of the estate
 But at the tribute they didn't invite me
 So I put in a call to Halis Alassi
 He said be easy, aint no need to bust a shot (BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW!)
 Like Supercat said, yo the ghetto's red hot
 Before bling, bling, bling it was BLING, BLING, BLING!