What’s The Deal lyrics

[Hook 2x: Scratches by DJ Premier]
"What's the Deal"
"What's the Deal"
"What's the Deal"
"What up Premo man"

[Verse 1]
I ain't no pimp, I ain't no motherf*cking baller
I ain't no motherf*cking player n*gga
I'm a real motherf*cking rhyme sayer n*gga
Don't get it f*cked up, I still will lay a n*gga
Now look, I don't give a f*ck about nothing
Straigt ignorant n*gga, got a dagger to digging a n*gga
Too much motherf*cking Queensbridge in the n*gga
Too much Hennessy and weed up in the n*gga
Blaq Po', n*ggas already know what it is
Whoever the top dog is, I'm going for his
Point blank, period, off with his wig
No hesitations, no negotiations
You ain't know I take this rap sh*t serious
No gimmicks and dumb sh*t, no silliness
I hold the steel, sh*t is not a game, it's real
If looks can kill, Oooh, how the pain will feel

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
It go, fee, fi, fo, fum
I smell mad pus*y in this industry, thun
None of these n*ggas can get with me, thun
They be fumbling, can put the clip in their gun
Tripping over beats while I bob and weave them
n*ggas want a breeze from rap, who needs them?
I send shots at n*ggas for no reason
And the rest of y'all might as well make plans on leaving
The more I go, the beats get harder
Words get sharper, skies get darker
Blaq Poet, the eye of the tiger
n*ggas acting tough, they b*tch like Mariah
I can't believe ya think ya illing
Ya n*ggas ain't villains, ya twinkie fillings
Now me, I got that real raw sh*t
Kick in the door, go to war sh*t
It's on

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
No you might not know what to do with this
'Cause ya been hypnotized by all that foolish sh*t
Be easy, take it slow, let it marinate
Then it's gonna hit ya, I hope I didn't get you late
I got the dangerous flow with the bangingest beats
For my n*ggas locked down and playing in the streets
Pour out a little liquor
For the n*ggas that ain't here to wild out with ya
This is hip-hop 3rd degree
Must have the ability to burn MC's
I came here strictly to catch some wreck
That n*gga Preem got some beats to blast your neck
Year Round Records, that's the deal
Make real street music, rap for real
I'm not a prophet, but here's a prediction
When I'm through, you'll have a Poet addiction