I-Gititin - Blaq Poet

Rhyme flow dangerous, 30 plus, never rust

Niggas can not hang with it, it’s like being hit with a fucking bus

I hear ya niggas talking, tell me what the fuck ya smoking

Blaq Poet, don’t provoke him, Henny drinking, haze blowing

Gun-toting bastard, what the fuck ya want to do

I swear I’ll blow at ya niggas, that’s word to Kenny Lou (KL)

Keep it a hundred, I’m the best that never done it

Niggas want to give me the crown and I don’t even want it

What I do want is for you punks to pay attention

Ain’t nothing wrong with that kiddy shit, but this what’s been missing

Premo on the beat and me on the rhyme

That means it’s heat on the streets, it’s about that time

I get it in, for all my thuns that’s not here

For those whom I shed tears and ran with for years

I get it in, for New York, true talk, nigga

We the best, what the fuck you thought?

I get it in

«Yeah Kid»

Hold up hold up, hold the fuck up Premo

Po' what up?

Yo

Hold up, hold up

«Go in, go in»

Ya here to witness, niggas got no choice but to blast this

Hip-hop resurrected, I rise from the ashes

And you know, Blaq Po' is like a submachine

It ain’t a fucking thing to blow your ass to smithereens

I’m on some Queen shit, «bridge» shit, mean shit

What other nigga makes this ill, gangster lean shit?

(I don’t know)

What other nigga makes you just want to get it in?

(I don’t know)

What other nigga drink that gin on top of Henn?

(I don’t know)

What other nigga make that real hard shit

Make them other niggas make all that bottom bar shit

Let them other niggas run around and chase them hoes

I let them other niggas run around in them tight ass clothes

Let them other niggas sit back and think they came

Let them other niggas talk about their whips and blings

I’m from the streets, motherfucker, and I’m really hood

So don’t make me do it to you 'cause I really could

«Yeah kid»

«You not an MC, you’s a rapper»

«Go in, go in»

I get it in, for all my thuns that ain’t here

For those who I shed tears and ran with for years

I get it in, for New York, true talk, nigga

We the best, what the fuck you thought

I get it in, for all my thuns that ain’t here

For those who I shed tears and ran with for years

I get it in, for New York, true talk, nigga

We the best, what the fuck you thought

I get it in

I splatter your matter nigga, you never mattered

All over the block, niggas need to stop with all that chit chatter

Yo fuck these niggas, y’all fake as niggas

See me and you smiling in my face as niggas

Snake ass niggas, don’t think I see you slithering

How stupid can you be when you know I fucking get it in

I let you get closer, then I put this close you

Leave your ass in Nova Scotia, stiff where nobody knows ya

Gangster kaiser, the mac light your night up

I sit back and light up, them things tear you right up

Oh I love it when a plan comes together

When my hand touch the cheddar, feed your mans to the shredder

I get it in

Who haa

Yeah motherfuckers

Straight gutter shit

(What up)

Blaq Poet

(Year Round)

DJ Premier

The game is over

It’s ours

We the hardest

We the best

(NYGz nigga)

Uh

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