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letra de we gonna ill - blaq poet

“you know we gonna ill” –]scratched
what…set it off what
my n-gga prim
black poet

[verse 1]
f-ck the dumb sh-t, n-ggas want drama
you know who to come kid, the cappital p the o-et
smash motherf-ckers up, crush motherf-ckers up
leave your body in the closet for a motherf-cking month
n-ggas know my flow’s relentless i said it i ment this
n-ggas get high, b-tches get bent
everybody knows poet’s on some hood sh-t
i wake every thug around the world tryin’ to get rich
if you’re doing your thing then slinging your thing
you know and i know n-gga better bang
watch them hoes, watch them snakes
real n-ggas in the game, f-ckin’ with cakes
real n-ggas in the game knows what it takes
and real n-ggas let you know what’s real and fake
like my n-gga primo, he reached out to me yo
whereever he goes, i go, se, he me amigo
and we gonna ill

[hook: scratching by dj premier]

“you know we gonna ill” 2x
“with love to thugs that died in the field
so many names we don’t got room to spit them”
“this ain’t a game n-gga”
“you know we gonna ill” 3x

[verse 2]
what, what, aha, yeah, yeah

i sat back i watch ya n-ggas and clacked ya n-ggas
played you on my box since i put rocks and figures
got it through this life, drugs chop my sh-t, n-gga
lyrics gotta throw blood k!ll ya weak n-ggas
represent, all thugs and all money getters
i live some green and blings and sh-t that glitters
and plus, the word on the street is
i hotter then 2 blaze of 9 millimetres
you can’t belive this
a&r’s, they pullin out their heads
they get fierd cause they havd a n-gga right there
ceo’s screaming “why the f-ck yu didn’t sign ’em?”
“he brought in a mansion and a hot boy diamands”
should have gave me the world, stupid f-ck
look how i’m rhymin’, wildin’, calmin’, poundin’, grindin’
i ain’t lyin’
mad n-ggas try with me, die with me
belive it n-gga, you don’t wanna have to colide with me
we gonna ill

[hook]

[verse 3]
yo, got it together now, mo’ to them now
rest in peace pops, and my moms, i can’t let it down
queensbridge representative, style’s unlimeted
hot shots, hot rocks, i’m sendin’ it
who else you know get flow like po’
for the love of this sh-t, and not the dough
i write my own rhymes cause i like this sh-t to death
n-ggas don’t got respect, they just writin’ the ceques
i might sell 10 mill if i learned some stacks
and bleach my skin and front like i’m from the projects
but all i can be is me, and catch wreck
as far as the eye can see, my whole set
screwball gang-stars, comin’ in planes and cars
moet bottles with your brains on the ??? at the bar
from now on, sh-t is gettin more real
my n-ggas in qb, i’m leaving you to heal
cause i’m off the wall and i’m illmaticly ill

[hook]

female singer:(x2)

you know and i know, sh-t is real
poet and primo, them n-ggas gon’ ill
the whole industry’s about, blacks and feal
poet and primo, them n-ggas gon’ ill

you know, i know, we gonna ill (x2)
we’re gonna ill…

- blaq poet

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