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R.I.P.
Gangstarr 4
Goddamn, Premo'!
time comin', baby
History in the
It's goin' down, talk to 'em,

"Say, here, Pimp c
We wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is and my production is tight"
"We run shit!" "I playin' witchu!"

Okay, bun is on the mic, on the track
The is in the house, now what can fuck wit' that?
And what can fuck with this? I shots and don't fuckin' miss
First on your baby mama bucket
You on some sucka' shit, might as suck a dick
'Cause you being a bitch for the fuck of it
And when I spit, niggas get to tuckin' shit
Tryna duck wherever they can fuckin' get
They better ask
'Fore I have big truck pass the and blast somebody, bitch
the flow, the gun and the hand game
Now I'm resurrectin' a real nigga
Fake ass niggas, we snatch 'em out the rain
Take they damn chain, hit 'em with the damn
Bang! now that's what when the trigger blow
Ayo premier, let a nigga know!

"Say, this here, C
We wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my is tight"
"We run shit!" "I ain't witchu!"
"Say, this here, C
We fuckin wit Premo', goin' down, baby"
"My mic is and my production is tight"
"We run shit!" "I playin' witchu!"

Okay, bun is on the mic, premier's on the
The south is in the house, now what can wit' that?
And who can fuck wit me? You not up
I'll break ya down and leave you filled up
See that's how blood get spilled up, you all grilled up
And got the hammer on you, but it's still
'Cause you scared to pull it, even mo' to pop
You ain't a gangsta, you to stop
I'm a type of pull up at a evening spot
Squeeze and pop niggas 'til weave and drop, ock!
You the type that call in the goons
I one deep, strapped like an army platoon
When I get to gladiatin' on haters Leonidas
gonna have to admit that he the tightest
You talk a big game man, but bigger bro
Ayo premier, let a motherfuckin' know!

"Say, here, Pimp C
We fuckin wit Premo', it-it-it's, goin' down, baby"
"My mic is and my production is tight"
"We run shit!" "I playin witchu!"
"Say, here, Pimp C
We fuckin wit Premo', goin' down, baby"
"My mic is and my production is tight"
"We run shit!" "I ain't witchu!"

Okay, bun is on the mic, premier's on the
The south is in the house, now what can fuck wit
And who can fuck wit us? Better bring mic game
Jordon, Mike Tyson, big Mike man
Big dough, big flow, big game
Take you out the zone, put you in the right
Take you out your home, middle of the man
you up tight, put yo' ass on the night train
That's right mayne, and the right time
In the game to get rich like a white man
Tryna see how much paper I might gain
While I keep it trill in what I write, man
Yeah, so see who we could trouble most
By hittin' haters with a double dose
Toast! We got it locked like a
Ayo premier, let a nigga know!

"Say, this here, C
We wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my is tight"
"We run shit!" "I ain't witchu!"
"Say, here, Pimp C
We wit Premo', it-it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my is tight"
"We run shit!" "I ain't witchu!"

Bitch! Yeah!
P.A. to P.V.,
Bun B to DJ
Legends, in the,
You don't
Now you know, bitch!
Threw ya hoe-ass around, while niggas come down
Ha! Yeah!
Premo, I was on that shit, nigga
I been on this shit since
"DJ was in deep concentration"
Ha ha ha, my motherfuckin'
you, boy
Real rap shit, nigga shit
We gone!