What's The Deal

[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 motherfucking baller I ain't no motherfucking player nigga I'm a real motherfucking rhyme sayer nigga Don't get it fucked up, I still will lay a nigga Now look, I don't give a fuck about nothing Straigt ignorant nigga, got a dagger to digging a nigga Too much motherfucking Queensbridge in the nigga Too much Hennessy and weed up in the nigga Blaq Po', niggas 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 shit serious No gimmicks and dumb shit, no silliness I hold the steel, shit is not a game, it's real If looks can kill, Oooh, how the pain will feel [Hook] [Verse 2] It go, fee, fi, fo, fum I smell mad pussy in this industry, thun None of these niggas can get with me, thun They be fumbling, can put the clip in their gun Tripping over beats while I bob and weave them Niggas want a breeze from rap, who needs them? I send shots at niggas 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 Niggas acting tough, they bitch like Mariah I can't believe ya think ya illing Ya niggas ain't villains, ya twinkie fillings Now me, I got that real raw shit Kick in the door, go to war shit It's on [Hook] [Verse 3] No you might not know what to do with this Cause ya been hypnotized by all that foolish shit 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 niggas locked down and playing in the streets Pour out a little liquor For the niggas 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 nigga 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