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R.I.P.
4 life
Goddamn, Premo'!
Long time comin',
History in the
It's goin' down, 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 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 with this? I take shots and don't fuckin' miss
First on your mama bucket list
You on some sucka' shit, might as suck a dick
'Cause you being a bitch for the fuck of it
And when I fuckin' spit, get to tuckin' shit
Tryna duck down wherever can fuckin' get
better ask somebody
'Fore I have big truck pass the shotty and somebody, bitch
Mastered the flow, the gun and the game
Now I'm a real nigga 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 when the trigger
Ayo premier, let a nigga 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, 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!"

Okay, bun is on the mic, on the track
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 that's how get spilled 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 to stop
I'm a type of pull up at a evening spot
Squeeze and pop 'til they weave and drop, ock!
You the type that call in the goons
I come one deep, like an army platoon
When I get to on haters like Leonidas
Niggas gonna have to admit he the tightest
You talk a big game man, but bigger bro
Ayo premier, let a nigga 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, this here, 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 wit
And who can fuck wit us? bring your mic game
Mike Jordon, Mike Tyson, big man
Big dough, big flow, big fight
Take you out the zone, put you in the frame
Take you out your home, of the night man
Wrap you up tight, put yo' ass on the night
That's right mayne, and it's the right
In the right game to get rich a white man
Tryna see how much paper 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 with a double
Toast! We got it like a figure-fo'
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 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!"

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 come down
Ha! Yeah!
Premo, I was waitin' on that shit,
I been on this shit since
"DJ was in deep concentration"
Ha ha ha, my motherfuckin'
you, boy
Real rap shit, real nigga
We gone!