Dont Give A Fucc - Blaq Poet

Yo, what

Hoo han

Queensbridge stand up, motherfuckers

Blaq Poet attacks, what the fuck you thought was gonna happen

I’m from the days when niggas stood on the corners clapping

Drinking 40's in front of the police

Running around, a straight beast on the streets

I’m lucky I made, I can’t believe it

I’m looking around the town, and I’m feeling like Simon Phoenix

Murder, death, kill, all in my mind

You ain’t heard this type of shit in a very long time

I’m ten times deadly, ready, aim steady

One to your head and the rest for your belly

The Southside slasher, run up, cut your throat

Just to let you motherfuckers know this ain’t no fucking joke

What

Blaq Poet don’t give a fuck

«You don’t want it»

I will fuck ya niggas up

«Don't you get it»

Blaq Poet don’t give a fuck

«You don’t want it»

I will fuck ya niggas up

What you motherfuckers gonna do when trouble come

I’m hardcore heavyweight, you bubblegum

My style is buck wild, straight from the slum

I come from where niggas pray to the gun

All you stupid niggas talking that beef shit

Fighting for New York when these are my streets, bitch

I use terrorist techniques

The warrior wreck beats, homerun your head off your neckpiece

It’s Blaq Poet, hip-hop most dangerous

Spit the kind of shit to make all the gangs bang to this

All you rap critics got to give it up

I’m like the narcs choking on your neck, make you spit it up

My motto is «fuck ya niggas», who want to rumble

I’ll drag your little monkey ass all through the jungle

This is what it comes to, I got to come through

Buck shot, buck shot, show you what them guns do

I’m out of my mind, I’m fucking crazy

I’ll have momma’s baby pushing up daisies

You want it, you got it, I’ll give you a death wish

I’ve been going to war since I was young and reckless

Ask about me, I’m a motherfucking hustler

Dough get low, take the money from the customers

Low down, dirty, grimy

Right in front of your face and you still can’t find me

Screwball, went to war with Giuliani

I’m pure New York, got train tracks inside me

Blaq Poet don’t give a fuck

«You don’t want it»

I will fuck ya niggas up

«Don't you get it»

Ya niggas know what the fuck it is

Blaq Poet

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Next Level shit motherfuckers

Hoo Han