DJ Premier - What's The Deal lyrics

[Hook 2x: Scratches by DJ Premier] "What's the Deal" "What's the Deal" "What's the Deal" "What up Premo man" [Verse 1] I ain't no pimp, I ain't no motherf**ing baller I ain't no motherf**ing player n***a I'm a real motherf**ing rhyme sayer n***a Don't get it f**ed up, I still will lay a n***a Now look, I don't give a f** about nothing Straigt ignorant n***a, got a dagger to digging a n***a Too much motherf**ing Queensbridge in the n***a Too much Hennessy and weed up in the n***a Blaq Po', n***as already know what it is Whoever the top dog is, I'm going for his Point blank, period, off with his wig No hesitations, no negotiations You ain't know I take this rap sh** serious No gimmicks and dumb sh**, no silliness I hold the steel, sh** is not a game, it's real If looks can k**, Oooh, how the pain will feel [Hook] [Verse 2] It go, fee, fi, fo, fum I smell mad p**y in this industry, thun None of these n***as can get with me, thun They be fumbling, can put the clip in their gun Tripping over beats while I bob and weave them n***as want a breeze from rap, who needs them? I send shots at n***as for no reason And the rest of y'all might as well make plans on leaving The more I go, the beats get harder Words get sharper, skies get darker Blaq Poet, the eye of the tiger n***as acting tough, they b**h like Mariah I can't believe ya think ya illing Ya n***as ain't villains, ya twinkie fillings Now me, I got that real raw sh** Kick in the door, go to war sh** It's on [Hook] [Verse 3] No you might not know what to do with this 'Cause ya been hypnotized by all that foolish sh** Be easy, take it slow, let it marinate Then it's gonna hit ya, I hope I didn't get you late I got the dangerous flow with the bangingest beats For my n***as locked down and playing in the streets Pour out a little liquor For the n***as that ain't here to wild out with ya This is hip-hop 3rd degree Must have the ability to burn MC's I came here strictly to catch some wreck That n***a Preem got some beats to blast your neck Year Round Records, that's the deal Make real street music, rap for real I'm not a prophet, but here's a prediction When I'm through, you'll have a Poet addiction