Chords for Blaq Poet - We Gon' Ill [Prod. By DJ Premier]

_ _ _ _ _ You know we gon' L.
What?
Set it off, what?
You know we gon' L.
_ You know we gon' L.
My nigga, Bray.
You know we gon' L.
Real nigga. Black poet.
You know we gon' L.
[F#m] Fuck this dumb shit.
Niggas want drama.
[D] You know [C#m] who to come get.
The capital P.
The old it.
[A] Smash [F#m] motherfuckers up.
Crash [D] motherfuckers up.
[C#] Leave your body in the closet for a [F#m] motherfucking month.
Niggas know my flow's relentless.
I said it, [C#] I meant [A] this.
Niggas get high.
Bitches get bent.
[D] Everybody know poets on some [C#] hood shit.
I'm with every thug [F#m] around the world trying to get rich.
If you throwing your thing or [D] slinging your [C#] thing, you know and I know, nigga, [A] better fame.
Watch [F#m] them [D] hoes.
Watch them snakes.
[C#m] Real niggas in the [F#m] game fucking with cakes.
Real niggas in the game knows [D] what it takes.
[C#m] And real niggas let you know what's [A] real and fake.
Like my nigga, Primo.
[D] He reached out to me, yo.
[C#m] Wherever he [F#m] go, I go.
See, he me, I'm Ego, and we gon' L.
[D] You know we gon' [C#m] L.
[A] You know we gon' L.
[F#m] One love to those that died in the field.
[C#m] So many E's, don't got room to spit them.
[F#m] This ain't a game, nigga.
[D] You know we gon' L.
[C#m] _ You [A] _
_ [F#m] know we gon' [C#] L.
You know we gon' L.
[F#m] I sat back, I watched y'all niggas.
I [D] clocked y'all [C#m] niggas.
Placed you on my box as I pumped [A] rocks and figured.
Gotta treat [D] this like drugs.
Top my shit bigger.
[C#m] Lyrics gotta draw blood.
Kill y'all [F#m] weak niggas.
Represent all [D] thugs and all money didders.
[C#m] I need [A] some grapes and blings and shit that glitters.
And plus, [F#m] the word on the street [D] is,
I'm hotter [C#m] than food blazers, [F#m] 9mms.
You can't believe this.
A&Rs, they pulling [D] out they head.
[C#m] They get fired, cause they had a nigga [A] right there.
CEO [D] screaming, why the fuck you didn't sign [C#m] him?
He wanted a mansion [F#m] and some hot boy diamonds.
Should've gave me the world, stupid fuck.
Look how I'm rhyming, [C#m] wildly climbing.
Pounding, grinding, I ain't [F#] lying.
Mad niggas ride with me, [D] die with me.
[C#m] Believe me nigga, you don't [F#m] wanna have to collide with me.
We gon' L.
_ [D] [C#m] That's right.
[A] You know we gon' L.
[D] One love to those that died in the field.
[C#m] So many names, [G] don't got room to spit em.
You ain't [F#m] seen the game nigga.
You know [D] we gon' L.
[C#m] We [A] _ gon' L.
Yo.
[D] _ _ [C#m] You know we gon' L.
We [F#m] gon' L.
Yo, got it together [D] now.
Mo Chedda now.
[C#m] Rest in peace [F] pops.
And my moms, I can't let it [A] down.
[F#m] [D] Queensbridge representative.
Styles [C#m] unlimited.
Hot shots, hot [F#m] rocks, I'm sending it.
Who else you know can flow like Poe?
[C#m] For the love of this shit, and not [A] the dope.
I write my own [F#m] rhymes, cause I love this shit [D] to death.
[C#m] Niggas don't got respect, [F#m] they just writing the check.
I might sell 10 mil, [D] if I learn some steps.
And [C#m] bleach my [F#] skin in front like I'm from the [A] projects.
But all I [F#m] can be is me, and [D] catch facts.
[C#] As far as the eye can [F#m] see, my whole set.
Screwball [D] gangstas, coming in planes and [C#m] cars.
[A] Moet bottles with your brains on the stains, the bar.
From [D] now on, shit is getting more real.
[C#m] My niggas [D] in QB, I'm leaving y'all to hell.
Cause I'm off the wall, and I'm L-matically ill.
[C#] _ [A] You know we gon' L.
[D] Well, love to those that got in the field.
So [C#] many names, don't got room to spill.
[F#m] This ain't a game nigga.
You know we [D] gon' L.
[C#m] You know we gon' [A] L.
[D] You _ _ [C#] _ know [F#m] we gon' L.
You know and I know, [C#] shit is [G#] _ [A]
still.
[F#m] Poet [D] and primo, [C#m] them niggas [Bm] gon' L.
_ [F#m] _
The whole [D] industry's about, [C#m] bout to steal.
[A] _
[F#m] Poet [D] and primo, [C#m] them niggas gon' [F#m] L. _
You know and I [D] know, [C#m] shit is [E] _
[A] still.
[D] Poet and primo, [C#m] them niggas gon' L.
[F#m] _
The whole [D] industry's about, [C#m] bout to steal.
[A] _
[F#m] Poet [D] and primo, [C#m] them niggas gon' L.
[F#m] _
You [D] know and I [C#m] know, we gon' [A]
L.
[F#m] You [D] know and I [C#] know, [F#m] we gon' L.
_ [D] _ [C#m] We gon' L.
_ [A] _
_ [F#m] We [D] _ [C#m] _ gon' L.
[F#m] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
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