BLAQ POET


We Gon Ill Lyrics

[scratched] "You know we gonna ill"
What...set it off what
My nigga Prim
Black Poet

[Verse 1]
f**k the dumb shit, niggaz want drama
You know who to come kid, the cappital P the o-et
Smash motherf**kers up, crush motherf**kers up
Leave your body in the closet for a motherf**king month
Niggaz know my flow's relentless I said it I ment this
Niggaz get high, bitches get bent
Everybody knows Poet's on some hood shit
I wake every thug around the world tryin' to get rich
If you're doing your thing then slinging your thing
You know and I know nigga better bang
Watch them hoes, watch them snakes
Real niggaz in the game, f**k who ???
Real niggaz in the game knows what it takes
And real niggaz let you know what's real and fake
Like my nigga Primo, he reach stile to me yo
Whereever he goes, I go, se, he me amigo
And we gonna ill

[Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier]

"You know we gonna ill" [x2]
"With love to those who died in the field
So many names we don't got room to spit them"
"This ain't a game nigga"
"You know we gonna ill" [x3]

[Verse 2]
What, what, aha, yeah, yeah

I sat back I watch ya niggaz and clacked ya niggaz
Played you on my box since I put rocks and figures
Got it through this life, drugs chop my shit, nigga
Lyrics gotta throw blood kill ya weak niggaz
Represent, all thugs and all money getters
I live some green and blings and shit that glitters
And plus, the word on the street is
I hotter then 2 blaze of 9 millimetres
You can't belive this
A&R's, they pullin out their heads
They get fierd 'cause they havd a nigga right there
CEO's screaming "why the f**k yu didn't sign 'em?"
"He brought in a mansion and a hot boy diamands"
Should have gave me the world, stupid f**k
Look how I'm rhymin', wildin', calmin', poundin', grindin'
I ain't lyin'
Mad niggaz try with me, die with me
Belive it nigga, you don't wanna have to colide with me
We gonna ill

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yo, got it together now, Mo' to them now
Rest in peace pops, and my moms, I can't let it down
Queensbridge representative, style's unlimeted
Hot shots, hot rocks, I'm sendin' it
Who else you know get flow like Po'
For the love of this shit, and not the dough
I write my own rhymes 'cause I like this shit to death
Niggaz don't got respect, they just writin' the ceques
I might sell 10 mill if I learned some stacks
And bleach my skin and front like I'm from the projects
But all I can be is me, and catch wreck
As far as the eye can see, my whole set
Screwball gang-stars, comin' in planes and cars
Moet bottles with your brains on the ??? at the bar
From now on, shit is gettin more real
My niggaz in QB, I'm leaving you to heal
'cause I'm off the wall and I'm Illmaticly ill

[Chorus]

[Female singer: x2]

You know and I know, shit is real
Poet and Primo, them niggaz gon' ill
The whole industry's about, blacks and feal
Poet and Primo, them niggaz gon' ill

You know, I know, we gonna ill [x2]
We're gonna ill...

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