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

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

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

"Say, here, Pimp C
We fuckin wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's 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 loud and my is tight"
"We run shit!" "I ain't witchu!"

Okay, bun is on the mic, on the track
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, 'cause you all up
And got the hammer on you, but it's tucked
'Cause you to pull it, even mo' scared to pop
You ain't a gangsta, you need to
I'm a type of nigga pull up at a evening
Squeeze and pop niggas 'til weave and drop, ock!
You the type gotta call in the goons
I one deep, strapped like an army platoon
I get to gladiatin' on haters like Leonidas
Niggas gonna have to admit he the tightest
You talk a big game man, but mine's bro
Ayo premier, let a motherfuckin' 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 playin 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!"

Okay, bun is on the mic, premier's on the
The is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
And who can fuck wit us? Better bring your mic
Jordon, Mike Tyson, big Mike man
Big dough, big flow, big fight
you out the zone, put you in the right frame
Take you out your home, of the night man
Wrap you up tight, put yo' ass on the train
That's right mayne, and the right time
In the right 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 let's see who we trouble most
By these haters with a double dose
Toast! We got it locked like a
Ayo premier, let a motherfuckin' know!

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

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