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"You know we gonna ill" -->scratchedWhat...set it off whatMy nigga PrimBlack Poet[Verse 1]Fuck the dumb shit, niggaz want dramaYou know who to come kid, the cappital P the o-etSmash motherfuckers up, crush motherfuckers upLeave your body in the closet for a motherfucking monthNiggaz know my flow`s relentless I said it I ment thisNiggaz get high, bitches get bentEverybody knows Poet`s on some hood shitI wake every thug around the world tryin` to get richIf you`re doing your thing then slinging your thingYou know and I know nigga better bangWatch them hoes, watch them snakesReal niggaz in the game, fuck who ???Real niggaz in the game knows what it takesAnd real niggaz let you know what`s real and fakeLike my nigga Primo, he reach stile to me yoWhereever he goes, I go, se, he me amigoAnd we gonna ill[Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier]"You know we gonna ill" 2X"With love to those who died in the field So many names we don`t got room to spit them""This ain`t a game nigga""You know we gonna ill" 3X[Verse 2]What, what, aha, yeah, yeahI sat back I watch ya niggaz and clacked ya niggazPlayed you on my box since I put rocks and figuresGot it through this life, drugs chop my shit, niggaLyrics gotta throw blood kill ya weak niggazRepresent, all thugs and all money gettersI live some green and blings and shit that glittersAnd plus, the word on the street isI hotter then 2 blaze of 9 millimetresYou can`t belive thisA&R`s, they pullin out their headsThey get fierd `cause they havd a nigga right thereCEO`s screaming "why the fuck yu didn`t sign `em?""He brought in a mansion and a hot boy diamands"Should have gave me the world, stupid fuckLook how I`m rhymin`, wildin`, calmin`, poundin`, grindin`I ain`t lyin`Mad niggaz try with me, die with meBelive it nigga, you don`t wanna have to colide with meWe gonna ill[Chorus][Verse 3]Yo, got it together now, Mo` to them nowRest in peace pops, and my moms, I can`t let it downQueensbridge representative, style`s unlimetedHot shots, hot rocks, I`m sendin` itWho else you know get flow like Po`For the love of this shit, and not the doughI write my own rhymes `cause I like this shit to deathNiggaz don`t got respect, they just writin` the cequesI might sell 10 mill if I learned some stacksAnd bleach my skin and front like I`m from the projectsBut all I can be is me, and catch wreckAs far as the eye can see, my whole setScrewball gang-stars, comin` in planes and carsMoet bottles with your brains on the ??? at the barFrom now on, shit is gettin more realMy niggaz in QB, I`m leaving you to heal`cause I`m off the wall and I`m Illmaticly ill[Chorus]Female singer:(X2)You know and I know, shit is realPoet and Primo, them niggaz gon` illThe whole industry`s about, blacks and fealPoet and Primo, them niggaz gon` illYou know, I know, we gonna ill (X2)We`re gonna ill...

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