2 To The Stomach - Blaq Poet

What?

Yeah, my nigga Preem man

Came, got me off these muthafuckin' streets yo

Was out there doing my muthafuckin' thing

It’s a wrap for y’all niggas now, ya heard?

FUBAR, yeah, y’all go hoo-ha!

Oh my god, y’all niggas 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 bitch-ass niggas they can get backslapped

Queensbridge, that’s my motherfuckin' kingdom

Poet’s my name son and that’s where I came from

I been a motherfuckin' terror ever since day one

I was toting Glocks, niggas was playing with play guns

Everything is motherfuckin' 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 shit I’ma do to you make hell seem beautiful

I murdered this shit intro to outro

I got real dogs that eat Alpo, straight take you out yo

Show you what this gangsta shit be all about yo

Poet’s coming, click boom, 2 to the stomach

I give it to whoever want it

Poet’s coming, click boom, 2 to your stomach

I give it to whoever want it, the thug poet

Poet’s coming, click boom, 2 to the stomach

I give it to whoever want it, what?

Poet’s coming, click boom, 2 to your stomach

I give it to whoever want it, the thug poet

Poet’s coming hardcore

With a new style for the art of war

Let the Hennessy flow, let my enemies know

Niggas 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 killed

You don’t want to see the Mac clip all the way filled

Big nurse the motherfuckin' gat all in your grill

My shit 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 niggas hungry

And they wanna eat that gangsta shit

Guns out, blunts lit, polyin' over the strip

Renegades, crack-slingin' soldiers

Hustlers locked down for moving real boulders

Thug bitches that don’t play the kitchen, they play the street

'Cause fuck that, hoes gotta eat

Poet’s comin'

A thug poet

Think I’m playin'?

Hit 'em with that shit Preem

Poet’s coming, click boom, 2 to your stomach

I give it to whoever want it, what?

Poet’s coming, click boom, 2 to your stomach

I give it to whoever want it, the thug poet

Poet’s coming, click boom, 2 to your stomach

I give it to whoever want it, what?

Poet’s coming, click boom, 2 to your stomach

I give it to whoever want it, the thug poet

It’s a lot of niggas comin' in, a lot of niggas comin' off

A lot of niggas frontin' like they ill when they butter soft

Competition looks thick, got a lot of niggas 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 nigga in the street and behind bars

Fuck 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 shit that I’m on

Gotta get my motherfuckin' shine on

Murderin' every beat I rhyme on

Niggas light up with me, bitches get drunk with me

No rapper and no company can fuck 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 shit

Pull out, spray this bitch

Blaq Poet: hip hop’s most dangerous

Coming, click boom, 2 to the stomach

I give it to whoever want it, what?

Poet’s coming, click boom, 2 to your stomach

I give it to whoever want it, the thug poet

Poet’s coming, click boom, 2 to your stomach

I give it to whoever want it, what?

Poet’s coming, click boom, 2 to your stomach

I give it to whoever want it, the thug poet

Shit happens any minute, ya heard?

QB, QB’s muthafuckin' finest

Get outta here Preem man, fuck the bitch-ass niggas