Oh my God them niggas don't want none of me
Primo you shoulda let me chill, leave me be
but now I gotta attack, pull out my rap stack
showing these bitch ass niggaz they could get back slapped?
QueensBridge that's my muthafuckin kingdom
Poet's my name son & that's where I came from
I've been a muthafuckin terror ever since day one
I was totin' glocks when niggaz was playin with play guns
everything is muthafuckin real I say dun
get out my way dun, I'm bout to slay dun
beat you like a slave dun, make you obey dun
Poet don't play dun
the outcome: critical, crucial
the shit I'm a do to you make hell seem beautiful
I murder this shit until the 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 comin, click BOOM, two to da stomach
I'll give it to whoever want it
Poet's comin, click BOOM, two to da stomach
I'll give it to whoever want it, the Thug Poet (x2)

Poet's comin hardcore wit a new style for the art of war
let the Hennesy flow, let my enemies know
niggas dead if they not killin me or friend of me, yo
you not ready for the raw deal, it's all real
try to penetrate my force field, get all killed
you don't wanna see the Mack clip all the way filled
big thirsty muthafuckin gat all in ya 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 an' they wanna eat
that gangsta shit: guns out, blunts lit
parlayin' 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! Hoe's gotta eat

Poet's comin, click BOOM, two to ya stomach
I'll give it to whoever want it (WHAT!?)
Poet's comin, click BOOM, two to ya stomach
I'll give it to whoever want it, the Thug Poet (x2)

It's a lotta of niggas comin in, a lotta of niggas comin off
a lotta niggas frontin' like they ill when they butter soft
competition looks thick, gotta lotta niggas locked
but they ain't like me, I'm like you
I'm like from ya block
Shock G's & Gemstars, Chuck D's & marked cars
stay a real nigga in the streets and behind bars
fuck the radio play, I don't need it anyway
remember back in the day in LA, NWA
that's the type of shit that I'm on
gotta get my muthafuckin shine on
murdering every beat I rhyme on
niggas light up with me, bitches get drunk with me
no rapper in yo company can fuck with me
see, straight like that
I got the King Cobra venemous rap
get in my face an' I'm a give you a smack
I'm on some 'what, what' Noreaga shit
pull out, spray this bitch
Blaq Poet, HipHop's most dangerous

Poet's comin, click BOOM, two to da stomach
I'll give it to whoever want it
Poet's comin, click BOOM, two to da stomach
I'll give it to whoever want it, the Thug Poet (x2)


Lyrics submitted by convince

Thug Poet song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain