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)