Blaq Poet - 2 the Stomach [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Oh my god, ya'll niggas 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 bitch-ass niggas they can get backslapped
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' kingdom
Poet's my name son and that where I came from
I been a motherfuckin' terror ever since day one
I was toting Glocks, niggas was playing with play guns
Everything is motherfuckin' 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 shit I'ma to do to you make hell seem beautiful
I murdered this shit intro to outro
I got real dogs that straight eat Alpo
Straight take you out yo
Show you what this gangsta shit 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
Niggas 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 killed
You don't want to see the mac clip all the way filled
Big nurse the motherfuckin' gat all in your grill
My shit 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 niggas hungry
And they wanna eat that gangsta shit
Guns out, blunts lit, polyin' over the strip
Renegades, crack-slingin' soldiers
Hustlers locked down for moving real boulders
Thug bitches that don't play the kitchen, they play the street
Cause fuck that, hoes gotta eat
Poet's comin'

[Scratched]
A thug poet
You think I'm playin'

Hit 'em with that shit Prem

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
It's a lot of niggas comin' in, a lot of niggas comin' off
A lot of niggas frontin' like they ill when they butter soft
Competition looks thick, got a lot of niggas 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 nigga in the street and behind bars
Fuck 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 shit that I'm on
Gotta get my motherfuckin' shine on, murderin' every beat I rhyme on
Niggas light up with me, bitches get drunk with me
No rapper and no company could fuck 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 shit
Pull out, spray this bitch
Blaq Poet: hip hop's most dangerous

[Hook]