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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 fuck wit'
And what can fuck with I take shots and don't fuckin' miss
First on your baby mama bucket
You on some sucka' shit, might as suck a dick
'Cause you a bitch just for the fuck of it
And when I fuckin' spit, niggas get to shit
Tryna duck down they can fuckin' get
better ask somebody
'Fore I have big truck pass the shotty and somebody, bitch
the flow, the gun and the hand game
Now I'm resurrectin' a real campaign
Fake ass niggas, we snatch 'em out the damn
Take they chain, hit 'em with the damn thang
Bang! now that's happen 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 loud and my is tight"
"We run shit!" "I ain't witchu!"
"Say, here, Pimp C
We fuckin wit Premo', 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 south is in the house, now what can fuck that?
And who can fuck wit me? You not up
I'll break ya bitch-ass and leave you filled up
See how blood get spilled up, 'cause you all grilled 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 to stop
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 one deep, strapped like an army platoon
When I get to gladiatin' on like Leonidas
Niggas gonna have to admit that he the
You talk a big man, but mine's bigger bro
Ayo premier, let a motherfuckin' know!

"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!"
"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 wit that?
And who can wit us? Better bring your mic game
Mike Jordon, Mike Tyson, big man
Big dough, big flow, big game
Take you out the zone, put you in the right
Take you out home, middle of the night man
you up tight, put yo' ass on the night train
That's mayne, and it's the right time
In the right game to get rich a white man
Tryna see how paper that I might gain
I still keep it trill in what I write, man
Yeah, so see who we could trouble most
By these haters with a double dose
Toast! We got it locked a figure-fo'
Ayo premier, let a motherfuckin' know!

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

Bitch! Yeah!
P.A. to P.V.,
Bun B to DJ
Legends, in the,
You know?
Now you know, bitch!
Threw ya hoe-ass around, while real niggas down
Ha! Yeah!
Premo, I was waitin' on shit, nigga
I been on this shit since
"DJ was in deep concentration"
Ha ha ha, my nigga
you, boy
Real rap shit, real nigga
We gone!