Blaq Poet - I-Gititin lyrics

Who Haa

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 free Rave Roulette
You heard