[Intro]
Who Haa

[Verse 1]
Rhyme flow dangerous, 30 plus, never rust
N***as can not hang with it, it's like being hit with a fucking bus
I hear ya n***as 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 n***as, that's word to Kenny Lou (KL)
Keep it a hundred, I'm the best that never done it
N***as 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, n***a
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, n***as 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 Queen shit, "bridge" shit, mean shit
What other n***a makes this ill, gangster lean shit? (I don't know)
What other n***a makes you just want to get it in? (I don't know)
What other n***a drink that gin on top of Henn? (I don't know)
What other n***a make that real hard shit
Make them other n***as make all that bottom bar shit
Let them other n***as run around and chase them hoes
I let them other n***as run around in them tight ass clothes
Let them other n***as sit back and think they came
Let them other n***as 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, n***a
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, n***a
We the best, what the fuck you thought
I get it in

[Verse 3]
I splatter your matter n***a, you never mattered
All over the block, n***as need to stop with all that chit chatter
Yo fuck these n***as, y'all fake as n***as
See me and you smiling in my face as n***as
Snake ass n***as, 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
(Year Round)
DJ Premier
The game is over
It's ours
We the hardest
We the best
(NYGz n***a)
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