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blaq poet - 2 to the stomach lyrics

[intro]
what? yeah, my n-gga preem man
came, got me off these m-th-f-ckin’ streets yo
was out there doing my m-th-f-ckin’ thing
it’s a wrap for y’all n-ggas now, ya heard?
fubar, yeah, y’all go hoo-ha!

[verse 1]
oh my god, y’all n-ggas didn’t want none of me
preemo, you should’ve let me chill, leave me be
but now i gotta attack, pull out my rap stacks
show all these b-tch–ss n-ggas they can get backslapped
queensbridge, that’s my motherf-ckin’ kingdom
poet’s my name son and that’s where i came from
i been a motherf-ckin’ terror ever since day one
i was toting glocks, n-ggas was playing with play guns
everything is motherf-ckin’ real i say dunn
get out my way dunn, i’m ’bout to slay dunn
beat you like a slave dunn, make you obey dunn
poet don’t play dunn, the outcome? critical, crucial
the sh-t i’ma do to you make h-ll seem beautiful
i murdered this sh-t intro to outro
i got real dogs that eat alpo, straight take you out yo
show you what this gangsta sh-t be all about yo

[hook]
poet’s coming, cl!ck boom, 2 to the stomach
i give it to whoever want it
poet’s coming, cl!ck boom, 2 to your stomach
i give it to whoever want it, the thug poet
poet’s coming, cl!ck boom, 2 to the stomach
i give it to whoever want it, what?
poet’s coming, cl!ck boom, 2 to your stomach
i give it to whoever want it, the thug poet

[verse 2]
poet’s coming hardcore
with a new style for the art of war
let the hennessy flow, let my enemies know
n-ggas is dead if they not kin of me or friend of me yo
you’re not ready for the raw deal, it’s all real
tryna penetrate my force field, get all k!lled
you don’t want to see the mac clip all the way filled
big nurse the motherf-ckin’ gat all in your grill
my sh-t is banned from tv, banned from radio
you gotta cop me on the low like a bag of dro
i represent the street, i represent n-ggas hungry
and they wanna eat that gangsta sh-t
guns out, blunts lit, polyin’ over the strip
renegades, crack-slingin’ soldiers
hustlers locked down for moving real boulders
thug b-tches that don’t play the kitchen, they play the street
’cause f-ck that, hoes gotta eat
poet’s comin’

[scratched]
a thug poet
think i’m playin’?

hit ’em with that sh-t preem

[hook]
poet’s coming, cl!ck boom, 2 to your stomach
i give it to whoever want it, what?
poet’s coming, cl!ck boom, 2 to your stomach
i give it to whoever want it, the thug poet
poet’s coming, cl!ck boom, 2 to your stomach
i give it to whoever want it, what?
poet’s coming, cl!ck boom, 2 to your stomach
i give it to whoever want it, the thug poet

[verse 3]
it’s a lot of n-ggas comin’ in, a lot of n-ggas comin’ off
a lot of n-ggas frontin’ like they ill when they b-tter soft
compet-tion looks thick, got a lot of n-ggas locked
but they ain’t like me, i’m like you, i’m like from your block
shot g’s with gym stars, dump d’s in marked cars
stay a real n-gga in the street and behind bars
f-ck the radio play, i don’t need it anyway
remember back in the day in l.a., n.w.a?
that’s the type of sh-t that i’m on
gotta get my motherf-ckin’ shine on
murderin’ every beat i rhyme on
n-ggas light up with me, b-tches get drunk with me
no rapper and no company can f-ck with me, see?
straight like that, i got that king cobra venomous rap
get in my face and i’ma give you a smack
i’m on some what what, noreaga sh-t
pull out, spray this b-tch
blaq poet: hip hop’s most dangerous

[hook]
coming, cl!ck boom, 2 to the stomach
i give it to whoever want it, what?
poet’s coming, cl!ck boom, 2 to your stomach
i give it to whoever want it, the thug poet
poet’s coming, cl!ck boom, 2 to your stomach
i give it to whoever want it, what?
poet’s coming, cl!ck boom, 2 to your stomach
i give it to whoever want it, the thug poet

[outro]
sh-t happens any minute, ya heard?
qb, qb’s m-th-f-ckin’ finest
get outta here preem man, f-ck the b-tch–ss n-ggas

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