The Bio

[Poet] Now how should I start this first let me explain Straight up drama since I bumrushed this game Now I been doing this since a little rugrat Representin QB, where my fuckin duns at? Thats where I bug at, thats where I love at Used to be small time then I got mad stacks But lets rewind the hands of time Back when I first laced the wax with rhymes It was eighty sa'en, I was a crazy sa'en Niggas tried to diss the Bridge I came bustin' Even quoted Doug E Fresh sayin we was nothin' You don't believe that, you know I called his bluffin' Made 'em go buy a click and put 'em on patrol You know P-O-E-T stayed in war mode My gats stayed unlocked ready to unload Loungin' waitin for the drama to unfold But luckily we never had to go there Lucky for them cuz I'm a nigga that don't care But what did I get out of it? jack shit Cuz I ain't the one to be on niggas dicks Runnin around sweatin, put me on Fuck that, I hit the block and popped til dawn I was sick of the fake niggas selling they fake dreams No time for that my niggas gotta make cream Extorsion crew hits the block thoroughly Merrily, merrily gettin bent up everyday Makin money, takin losses Beef with the nieghborhood wannabe bosses Everybody gotta eat, heads bounce to the beat Niggas is politicin on the hill twenty deep Next thing you know I'm back in the studio I could'nt help it, I had to let my guns blow PHD hits the scenery real heads in the industry remember me I was flippin (flippin flippin) over them ??? Stuck in quicksand on bullshit in tough city It didn't work out, niggas had to brake out Take they own route fuck it no doubt The streets was callin me I wasn't far away Lets Get It On like motherfuckin Marvin Gaye Been there done that still ain't finish spittin yet Back on the set cuz there was money to get My team, army green, on the scene doing my thing Thats where I first queen yo I gotta blow up At that moment I noticed mad niggas askin me "Yo what happened Poet?" I'll be back like Swarzeneggar, Terminator But now, all I wanna do is get my wieght up My man blessed me while I was already bubblin He didn't dress me I had his money on the double dun I did my thing for a long while I sold shit like it was going outta style while I was on trial Anyhow, shit got foul It all flipped I owe dough by the thou But I can get it back and make it all good I do my thing blessin niggas bricks in the hood I had it going, fuckin blowin I didn't know then Somebody close would snitch if they had to go in But thats how it goes you win some you lose some All I gotta do is tighten up my screw son And crack that henny open and bust that bottle You niggas stay tuned more shit comes tomorrow Thats my bio, for those that give a fuck And those who wanna know about P-O check my flow Thats my bio, for those that give a fuck And those who wanna know about P-O (check my flow) Yeah, QB's Finest Yeah, with the beat