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

"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 ain't witchu!"

Okay, bun is on the mic, premier's on the
The south is in the house, now can fuck wit' that?
And what can with this? I take shots and don't fuckin' miss
on your baby mama bucket list
You on sucka' shit, might as well suck a dick
'Cause you being a bitch for the fuck of it
And when I fuckin' spit, niggas get to tuckin'
Tryna down wherever they can fuckin' get
They ask somebody
'Fore I have big pass the shotty and blast somebody, bitch
Mastered the flow, the gun and the game
Now I'm resurrectin' a nigga campaign
Fake ass niggas, we snatch 'em out the rain
Take damn chain, hit 'em with the damn thang
Bang! now that's happen when the trigger blow
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 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, on the track
The south is in the house, now what can fuck that?
And who can wit me? You not built up
break ya bitch-ass 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 still tucked
'Cause you scared to pull it, even mo' to pop
You a gangsta, you need to stop
I'm a type of nigga pull up at a spot
and pop niggas 'til they weave and drop, ock!
You the that gotta call in the goons
I come one deep, strapped like an platoon
When I get to gladiatin' on haters Leonidas
Niggas gonna have to that he the tightest
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 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!"

Okay, bun is on the mic, on the track
The south is in the house, now what can fuck wit
And who can fuck wit us? Better your mic game
Mike Jordon, 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 it's the right
In the right to get rich like a white man
Tryna see how much paper that I gain
I still keep it trill in what I write, man
Yeah, so let's see who we could most
By hittin' these with a double dose
Toast! We got it like a figure-fo'
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 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 don't
Now you know, bitch!
Threw ya hoe-ass around, while real niggas down
Ha! Yeah!
Premo, I was waitin' on shit, nigga
I been waitin' on shit since
"DJ premier was in concentration"
Ha ha ha, my nigga
you, boy
Real rap shit, nigga shit
We gone!