I-Gititin

Lyrics

[Intro] Who Haa [Verse 1] 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 [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, nigga We the best, what the fuck you thought? I get it in [Sample] "Yeah, kid" [Blaq Poet] Hold up, hold up, hold the fuck 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, 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 Queens shit, "Bridge" shit, mean shit What other nigga makes this ill, gangsta 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 [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, 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 [Verse 3] 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 ass niggas See me and you smiling in my face ass 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 [Outro] Who haa Yeah, motherfuckers Straight gutter shit (What up) Blaq Poet (Yearround) DJ Premier The game is over It's ours We the hardest We the best (NYG'z, nigga) Uh Free Rave Roulette You heard?