Poet Has Come

Lyrics

[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen We got Queensbridge finest up in this motherfucka 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, nigga, Poet laser beam spitta I'm from The Bridge, Queens, nigga One of the last real mean niggas Back up, I'm hype and I'm in I'm on some shit I still consider Tyson a champ Y'all niggas is puss' Type of niggas, niggas 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 shit I really shouldn't be rhymin' about But fuck 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 niggas better run I'm number one, dun Time for action Poet has come Ya niggas 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 niggas dirty Ya son of a bitches, I don't like none of them niggas I seen 'em in the magazine frontin' in pictures With them video hoes, but they ain't fuckin' them bitches Poet has come to lead y'all niggas Hip Hop is starvin', I came to feed y'all niggas Poet has come to show you who's the best at this I'm wreckin' shit Nigga, I perfected this I let my dog take a shit, on ya front yard Pull out the MAC and go straight retard I got the bitches sayin', "Damn, he look too hard!" He might beat the pussy up "Oh, child, Lord!" Y'all niggas don't understand how I'm comin' at it My formula's quadratic Contra-positive My shit is too deep, even for you college kids [FIRE!] That's how hot it is Throw the shit 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 fuck y'all niggas Put the mask on, stick y'all niggas Then act like, yo', who stuck y:all niggas? I'm the foulest nigga 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 Fuckin' with that hoe, didn't get a chance to hit the dro This is for the non-believers Niggas want beef? Niggas got the meat cleavers Niggas want drama? Niggas got the street sweeper Niggas wanna squash it? Fuck you, you get the finger "The Bridge x7... Queensbridge x2..."