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

"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 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 this? I take and don't fuckin' miss
First on your mama bucket list
You on some sucka' shit, might as well suck a
'Cause you being a just for the fuck of it
And when I fuckin' spit, niggas get to shit
Tryna duck down wherever they can get
They better ask
'Fore I have big truck the shotty and blast somebody, bitch
Mastered the flow, the gun and the game
Now I'm resurrectin' a real campaign
Fake ass niggas, we 'em out the damn rain
Take they chain, hit 'em with the damn thang
Bang! now that's what when the trigger blow
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', it-it's 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 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 on you, but it's still tucked
'Cause you scared to it, even mo' scared to pop
You a gangsta, you need to stop
I'm a of nigga 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
I get to gladiatin' on haters like Leonidas
Niggas have to admit that he the tightest
You talk a big man, but mine's bigger bro
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, 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, on the track
The south is in the house, now what can fuck wit
And who can fuck wit us? bring your mic game
Mike Jordon, Tyson, big Mike man
Big dough, big flow, big fight
Take you out the zone, put you in the right
Take you out your home, middle of the man
Wrap you up tight, put yo' ass on the night
That's right mayne, and it's the time
In the right to get rich like a white man
see how much paper that I might gain
While I still it trill in what I write, man
Yeah, so see who we could trouble most
By hittin' these haters with a double
Toast! We got it locked like a
Ayo premier, let a nigga know!

"Say, here, Pimp 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 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!
Threw ya hoe-ass around, while real come down
Ha! Yeah!
Premo, I was waitin' on shit, nigga
I been waitin' on this since
"DJ premier was in concentration"
Ha ha ha, my motherfuckin'
you, boy
Real rap shit, nigga shit
We gone!