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

"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, premier's on the
The south is in the house, now what can wit' that?
And what can fuck with I take shots and don't fuckin' miss
First on your baby bucket list
You on some shit, might as well suck a dick
'Cause you being a bitch for the fuck of it
And when I spit, niggas get to tuckin' shit
Tryna duck down wherever can fuckin' get
They better ask
I have big truck pass the shotty and blast 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 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 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 ain't witchu!"

Okay, bun is on the mic, on the track
The south is in the house, now can fuck wit' that?
And who can wit me? You not built up
I'll ya bitch-ass down 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 scared to pull it, even mo' to pop
You ain't a gangsta, you need to
I'm a type of nigga pull up at a spot
and pop niggas 'til they weave and drop, ock!
You the type that gotta call in the
I one deep, strapped like an army platoon
When I get to on haters like Leonidas
Niggas gonna have to admit that he the
You talk a big man, but mine's bigger 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 loud and my 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 ain't witchu!"

Okay, bun is on the mic, on the track
The south is in the house, now can fuck wit that?
And who can fuck wit us? bring your mic game
Jordon, Mike Tyson, big Mike man
Big dough, big flow, big game
Take you out the zone, put you in the frame
Take you out home, middle of the night man
you up tight, put yo' ass on the night train
That's right mayne, and the right time
In the right to get rich like a white man
see how much paper that I might gain
While I still keep it trill in I write, man
Yeah, so let's see who we could trouble
By these haters with a double dose
Toast! We got it locked like a
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 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!"

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!