Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I-Gititin , by - Blaq Poet. Song from the album The Blaqprint, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.07.2009
Record label: Year Round
Song language: English
I-Gititin |
| Rhyme flow dangerous, 30 plus, never rust |
| Niggas can not hang with it, it’s like being hit with a fucking bus |
| I hear ya niggas 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 niggas, that’s word to Kenny Lou (KL) |
| Keep it a hundred, I’m the best that never done it |
| Niggas 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 |
| 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, nigga |
| We the best, what the fuck you thought? |
| I get it in |
| «Yeah Kid» |
| Hold up hold up, hold the fuck up Premo |
| Po' what up? |
| Yo |
| Hold up, hold up |
| «Go in, go in» |
| Ya here to witness, niggas 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 nigga makes this ill, gangster lean shit? |
| (I don’t know) |
| What other nigga makes you just want to get it in? |
| (I don’t know) |
| What other nigga drink that gin on top of Henn? |
| (I don’t know) |
| What other nigga make that real hard shit |
| Make them other niggas make all that bottom bar shit |
| Let them other niggas run around and chase them hoes |
| I let them other niggas run around in them tight ass clothes |
| Let them other niggas sit back and think they came |
| Let them other niggas 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 |
| «Yeah kid» |
| «You not an MC, you’s a rapper» |
| «Go in, go in» |
| 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, nigga |
| 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, nigga |
| We the best, what the fuck you thought |
| I get it in |
| I splatter your matter nigga, you never mattered |
| All over the block, niggas need to stop with all that chit chatter |
| Yo fuck these niggas, y’all fake as niggas |
| See me and you smiling in my face as niggas |
| Snake ass niggas, 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 |
| 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 nigga) |
| Uh |
| Free Rave Roulette |
| You heard |