I-Gititin lyrics

[Intro]
Who Haa

[Verse 1]
Rhyme flow dangerous, 30 plus, never rust
n*ggas can not hang with it, it's like being hit with a f*cking bus
I hear ya n*ggas talking, tell me what the f*ck ya smoking
Blaq Poet, don't provoke him, Henny drinking, haze blowing
Gun-toting bast*rd, what the f*ck ya want to do
I swear I'll blow at ya n*ggas, that's word to Kenny Lou (KL)
Keep it a hundred, I'm the best that never done it
n*ggas 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 sh*t, 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

[Hook]
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, n*gga
We the best, what the f*ck you thought?
I get it in

[Sample]
"Yeah Kid"

[Blaq Poet]
Hold up hold up, hold the f*ck up Premo

[DJ Premier]
Po' what up?

[Blaq Poet]
Yo
Hold up, hold up

[Sample]
"Go in, go in"

[Verse 2 (w/ DJ Premier)]
Ya here to witness, n*ggas 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 f*cking thing to blow your ass to smithereens
I'm on some Queen sh*t, "bridge" sh*t, mean sh*t
What other n*gga makes this ill, gangster lean sh*t? (I don't know)
What other n*gga makes you just want to get it in? (I don't know)
What other n*gga drink that gin on top of Henn? (I don't know)
What other n*gga make that real hard sh*t
Make them other n*ggas make all that bottom bar sh*t
Let them other n*ggas run around and chase them hoes
I let them other n*ggas run around in them tight ass clothes
Let them other n*ggas sit back and think they came
Let them other n*ggas talk about their whips and blings
I'm from the streets, motherf*cker, and I'm really hood
So don't make me do it to you 'cause I really could
[Sample]
"Yeah kid"
"You not an MC, you's a rapper"
"Go in, go in"

[Hook]
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, n*gga
We the best, what the f*ck 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, n*gga
We the best, what the f*ck you thought
I get it in

[Verse 3]
I splatter your matter n*gga, you never mattered
All over the block, n*ggas need to stop with all that chit chatter
Yo f*ck these n*ggas, y'all fake as n*ggas
See me and you smiling in my face as n*ggas
Snake ass n*ggas, don't think I see you slithering
How stupid can you be when you know I f*cking 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
[Outro]
Who haa
Yeah motherf*ckers
Straight gutter sh*t
(What up)
Blaq Poet
(Year Round)
DJ Premier
The game is over
It's ours
We the hardest
We the best
(NYGz n*gga)
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