DJ Premier - 2 the Stomach lyrics

[Verse 1] Oh my god, ya'll n***as didn't want none of me Premo, you should have let me chill, let me be Now I gotta attack, pull out my rap stacks Show all these b**h-a** n***as they can get backslapped Queensbridge, that's my motherf**in' kingdom Poet's my name son and that where I came from I been a motherf**in' terror ever since day one I was toting Glocks, n***as was playing with play guns Everything is motherf**in' real I say dunn Get out my way dunn, I'm about to slay dunn Beat you like a slave dunn, make you obey dunn Poet don't play dunn, the outcome? Critical crucial The sh** I'ma to do to you make hell seem beautiful I murdered this sh** intro to outro I got real dogs that straight eat Alpo Straight take you out yo Show you what this gangsta sh** be all about yo [Hook] Poet's coming, click boom 2 to the stomach I give it to whoever want it Poet's coming, click boom 2 to ya stomach I give it to whoever want it The thug poet (x2) [Verse 2] Poet's coming hardcore With a new style for the art of war Let the Hennessy flow, let my enemies know n***as is dead if they not kin of me or friend of me yo You not ready for the raw deal, it's all real Tryin' to penetrate my forcefield, get all k**ed You don't want to see the mac clip all the way filled Big nurse the motherf**in' gat all in your grill My sh** is banned from t.v., banned from radio You gotta cop me on the low like a bag of 'dro I represent the street, I represent n***as hungry And they wanna eat that gangsta sh** Guns out, blunts lit, polyin' over the strip Renegades, crack-slingin' soldiers Hustlers locked down for moving real boulders Thug b**hes that don't play the kitchen, they play the street Cause f** that, hoes gotta eat Poet's comin' [Scratched] A thug poet You think I'm playin' Hit 'em with that sh** Prem [Hook] [Verse 3] It's a lot of n***as comin' in, a lot of n***as comin' off A lot of n***as frontin' like they ill when they bu*ter soft Competition looks thick, got a lot of n***as locked But they ain't like me, I'm like you, I'm like from your block Shot g's with gym stars, dump d's in marked cars Stay a real n***a in the street and behind bars f** the radio play, I don't need it anyway Remember back in the day in L.A., N.W.A That's the type of sh** that I'm on Gotta get my motherf**in' shine on, murderin' every beat I rhyme on n***as light up with me, b**hes get drunk with me No rapper and no company could f** with me, see Straight like that, I got that king cobra venomous rap Get in my face and I'm gone give you a smack I'm on some what what, Noreaga sh** Pull out, spray this b**h Blaq Poet: hip hop's most dangerous [Hook]