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

"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!"

Okay, bun is on the mic, on the track
The south is in the house, now what can fuck that?
And what can fuck with this? I take shots and don't fuckin'
First on your baby mama list
You on some sucka' shit, as well suck a dick
'Cause you being a bitch just for the of it
And I fuckin' spit, niggas get to tuckin' shit
Tryna duck wherever they can fuckin' get
They ask somebody
'Fore I big truck pass the shotty and blast somebody, bitch
Mastered the flow, the gun and the hand
Now I'm resurrectin' a real campaign
Fake ass niggas, we 'em out the damn rain
Take they damn chain, hit 'em with the 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, 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 south is in the house, now what can fuck wit'
And who can fuck wit me? You not up
I'll break ya down and leave you filled up
See how blood get spilled up, 'cause you all grilled up
And got the hammer on you, but still tucked
'Cause you scared to it, even mo' scared to pop
You ain't a gangsta, you need to
I'm a type of pull up at a evening spot
Squeeze and pop 'til they weave and drop, ock!
You the type that gotta call in the
I come one deep, strapped like an army
When I get to gladiatin' on haters like
Niggas gonna have to admit that he the
You talk a big game man, but mine's bro
Ayo premier, let a nigga 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 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!"

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? Better bring mic game
Mike Jordon, Tyson, big Mike man
Big dough, big flow, big fight
you out the zone, put you in the right frame
Take you out home, middle of the night man
Wrap you up tight, put yo' ass on the train
That's right mayne, and it's the 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 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 fuckin wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's down, baby"
"My mic is and my production is tight"
"We run shit!" "I ain't witchu!"
"Say, here, Pimp C
We fuckin wit Premo', it-it's 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 know?
Now you know, bitch!
Threw ya hoe-ass around, while real come down
Ha! Yeah!
Premo, I was on that shit, nigga
I waitin' on this shit since
"DJ premier was in concentration"
Ha ha ha, my nigga
you, boy
Real rap shit, nigga shit
We gone!