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R.I.P.
4 life
Goddamn, Premo'!
Long comin', baby
in the making
It's goin' down, to 'em, Prim'

"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!"

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

"Say, this here, C
We fuckin wit Premo', it-it-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 wit Premo', it-it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my is tight"
"We run shit!" "I playin' 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 me? You not up
I'll break ya bitch-ass and leave you filled up
See that's how blood get up, 'cause you all grilled up
And got the hammer on you, but it's still
you scared 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 spot
Squeeze and pop niggas 'til weave and drop, ock!
You the type that gotta call in the
I come one deep, strapped an army platoon
When I get to on haters like Leonidas
Niggas gonna have to admit that he the
You a big game man, but mine's bigger 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 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 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 us? bring your mic game
Mike Jordon, Mike Tyson, big 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 that I might gain
While I still keep it trill in I write, man
Yeah, so let's see who we could most
By hittin' these haters a double dose
Toast! We got it locked like a
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, this here, C
We wit Premo', it-it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is and my production 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!
ya hoe-ass around, while real niggas come down
Ha! Yeah!
Premo, I was waitin' on shit, nigga
I been on this shit since
"DJ premier was in concentration"
Ha ha ha, my motherfuckin'
you, boy
Real rap shit, nigga shit
We gone!