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blaq poet – poet has come كلمات اغاني

[intro]

ladies and gentlemen, we got queens-bridge 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

[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
yall n-ggas is p-ss
type of n-ggas, n-ggas get mushed
can’t wait to introduce ya -ss to my foot
i’m comin through like i told all my dons 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 ??? dogs to do
while i, break raps in two and rep for the screw
year round’s the label, the logo’s a calander
i’m blaq poet, destroying all challengers

[hook]

ya n-ggas better run
im number one don
time for action
poet has come
ya n-ggas better run
don’t matter where you from
go tell everyone
poet has come

[verse 2: blaq poet]

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 yall n-ggas
hip hop is starvin’ i came to feed yall 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 mack, and go straight r-t-rd
i got the b-tches sayin, “d-mn, he look too hard!”
he might beat the p-ssy up
“oh child lord!”
yall n-ggas don’t understand how i’m comin’ at it
my formula’s quadratic
contra-postive
my sh-t is too deep, even for you college kids
[fire!] that’s how hott it is
throw the sh-t on and watch heads bop to this

[hook]

[verse 3: blaq poet]

i got preem with me, nyg’z with me, m.o.p. with me
teflon, krumb sn-tcha, 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 yall to love me, like yall love [biggie]
ain’t no other kings in this rap thing is right
the crown is always and forever, frank white
so f-ck yall n-ggas
put the mask on, stick yall n-ggas
then act like, yo who stuck yall n-ggas?
i’m the foulest n-gga you gon’ ever meet
name bang on every street
screwball, who hah hold heavy heat
you better prey to god we don’t never meet
leave you slumped over the wheel, blood on your leather seat
brains on the p-ssenger side of the window
f-ckin’ with that ho, didn’t get a chance to hit the dro
this is for the non-believers
n-ggas want beef?
n-ggas got to meet 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…queensbridge…”

- blaq poet

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