DJ Premier - I-Gititin lyrics

[Intro] Hoo Han [Verse 1] Rhyme flow dangerous, 30 plus, never rust n***as can not hang with it, it's like being hit with a f**ing bus I hear ya n***as talking, tell me what the f** ya smoking Blaq Poet, don't provoke him, Henny drinking, haze blowing Gun-toting ba*tard, what the f** ya want to do I swear I'll blow at ya n***as, that's word to Kenny Lou (KL) Keep it a hundred, I'm the best that never done it n***as 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 sh**, 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 [Hook] 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, n***a We the best, what the f** you thought? I get it in [Sample] "Yeah Kid" [Blaq Poet] Hold up hold up, hold the f** up Premo [DJ Premier] Po' what up? [Blaq Poet] Yo Hold up, hold up [Sample] "Go in, go in" [Verse 2 (w/ DJ Premier)] Ya here to witness, n***as 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 f**ing thing to blow your a** to smithereens I'm on some Queen sh**, "bridge" sh**, mean sh** What other n***a makes this ill, gangster lean sh**? (I don't know) What other n***a makes you just want to get it in? (I don't know) What other n***a drink that gin on top of Henn? (I don't know) What other n***a make that real hard sh** Make them other n***as make all that bottom bar sh** Let them other n***as run around and chase them hoes I let them other n***as run around in them tight a** clothes Let them other n***as sit back and think they came Let them other n***as talk about their whips and blings I'm from the streets, motherf**er, and I'm really hood So don't make me do it to you 'cause I really could [Sample] "Yeah kid" "You not an MC, you's a rapper" "Go in, go in" [Hook] 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, n***a We the best, what the f** 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, n***a We the best, what the f** you thought I get it in [Verse 3] I splatter your matter n***a, you never mattered All over the block, n***as need to stop with all that chit chatter Yo f** these n***as, y'all fake as n***as See me and you smiling in my face as n***as Snake a** n***as, don't think I see you slithering How stupid can you be when you know I f**ing get it in I let you get closer, then I put this close you Leave your a** 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 [Outro] Hoo han Yeah motherf**ers Straight gutter sh** (What up) Blaq Poet (Year Round) DJ Premier The game is over It's ours We the hardest We the best (NYGz n***a) Uh Free Rave Roulette You heard