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letra de don't give a fucc - blaq poet

[intro]
yo
yo, what
hoo han
queensbridge stand up, motherf-ckers

[verse 1]
blaq poet attacks, what the f-ck you thought was gonna happen
i’m from the days when n-ggas stood on the corners clapping
drinking 40’s in front of the police
running around, a straight beast on the streets
i’m lucky i made, i can’t believe it
i’m looking around the town, and i’m feeling like simon phoenix
murder, death, k!ll, all in my mind
you ain’t heard this type of sh-t in a very long time
i’m ten times deadly, ready, aim steady
one to your head and the rest for your belly
the southside slasher, run up, cut your throat
just to let you motherf-ckers know this ain’t no f-cking joke
what

[hook]
blaq poet don’t give a f-ck
“you don’t want it”
i will f-ck ya n-ggas up
“don’t you get it”
blaq poet don’t give a f-ck
“you don’t want it”
i will f-ck ya n-ggas up

[verse 2]
what you motherf-ckers gonna do when trouble come
i’m hardcore heavyweight, you bubblegum
my style is buck wild, straight from the slum
i come from where n-ggas pray to the gun
all you stupid n-ggas talking that beef sh-t
fighting for new york when these are my streets, b-tch
i use terrorist techniques
the warrior wreck beats, homerun your head off your neckpiece
it’s blaq poet, hip-hop most dangerous
spit the kind of sh-t to make all the gangs bang to this
all you rap critics got to give it up
i’m like the narcs choking on your neck, make you spit it up

[hook]

[verse 3]
my motto is “f-ck ya n-ggas”, who want to rumble
i’ll drag your little monkey -ss all through the jungle
this is what it comes to, i got to come through
buck shot, buck shot, show you what them guns do
i’m out of my mind, i’m f-cking crazy
i’ll have momma’s baby pushing up daisies
you want it, you got it, i’ll give you a death wish
i’ve been going to war since i was young and reckless
ask about me, i’m a motherf-cking hustler
dough get low, take the money from the customers
low down, dirty, grimy
right in front of your face and you still can’t find me
screwball, went to war with giuliani
i’m pure new york, got train tracks inside me

blaq poet don’t give a f-ck
“you don’t want it”
i will f-ck ya n-ggas up
“don’t you get it”

[outro]
ya n-ggas know what the f-ck it is
blaq poet
premo
next level sh-t motherf-ckers
hoo han

- blaq poet

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