Poet Has Come lyrics

[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
We got Queensbridge finest up in this motherf*cka tonight
They just came from a war, they wanna let you know a lil' somethin' about where they come from
The Bridge x2
Queensbridge

[Verse 1: Blaq Poet]
Surprise, n*gga, Poet laser beam spitta
I'm from The Bridge, Queens, n*gga
One of the last real mean n*ggas
Back up, I'm hype and I'm in
I'm on some sh*t
I still consider Tyson a champ
Y'all n*ggas is puss'
Type of n*ggas, n*ggas get mushed
Can't wait to introduce, ya ass to my foot
I'm comin' through like I told all my duns I would
I'm coppin' that brick, I'm makin' sure them guns is good
That's some other sh*t I really shouldn't be rhymin' about
But f*ck it, I ain't holdin' nothin', I put my time on the block
I leave it all for my real war dogs to do
While I, break raps in two and rep for the Screw
Yearround's the label, the logo's a calendar
I'm Blaq Poet, destroyin' all challengers
[Hook x2]
Ya n*ggas better run
I'm number one, dun
Time for action
Poet has come
Ya n*ggas better run
Don't matter where you from
Go tell everyone
Poet has come
[The Bridge x2, Queensbridge]

[Verse 2: Blaq Poet]
Uh-huh
Poet has come to do n*ggas dirty
Ya son of a b*tches, I don't like none of them n*ggas
I seen 'em in the magazine frontin' in pictures
With them video hoes, but they ain't f*ckin' them b*tches
Poet has come to lead y'all n*ggas
Hip Hop is starvin', I came to feed y'all n*ggas
Poet has come to show you who's the best at this
I'm wreckin' sh*t
n*gga, I perfected this
I let my dog take a sh*t, on ya front yard
Pull out the MAC and go straight retard
I got the b*tches sayin', "Damn, he look too hard!"
He might beat the pus*y up
"Oh, child, Lord!"
Y'all n*ggas don't understand how I'm comin' at it
My formula's quadratic
Contra-positive
My sh*t is too deep, even for you college kids
[FIRE!]
That's how hot it is
Throw the sh*t on and watch heads bop to this
[QB]
[40 through solid]
[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Blaq Poet]
I got Preem with me, NYG'z with me, M.O.P. with me
Teflon, Krumbsnatcha, and Bun B with me
Who's with me?
Goons with me
I fools with me
Rave Roulette
Get drunk and act a fool with me
New York City, we got that real grime gritty
And I want y'all to love me, like y'all love [Biggie]
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing is right
The crown is always and forever, Frank White
So f*ck y'all n*ggas
Put the mask on, stick y'all n*ggas
Then act like, yo', who stuck y:all n*ggas?
I'm the foulest n*gga you gon' ever meet
Name bang on every street
Screwball, whohah hold heavy heat
You better pray to God we don't never meet
Leave you slumped over the wheel, blood on your leather seat
Brains on the passenger side of the window
f*ckin' with that hoe, didn't get a chance to hit the dro
This is for the non-believers
n*ggas want beef?
n*ggas got the meat cleavers
n*ggas want drama?
n*ggas got the street sweeper
n*ggas wanna squash it?
f*ck you, you get the finger
"The Bridge x7... Queensbridge x2..."