Let 'Em Know

R.I.P. Guru Gangstarr 4 life Goddamn, Premo'! Long time comin', baby History in the making It's goin' down, talk to 'em, Prim' "Say, this here, Pimp c We fuckin wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby" "My mic is loud and my production is tight" "We run shit!" "I ain't playin' witchu!" Okay, bun is on the mic, premier's on the track The south is in the house, now what can fuck wit' that? And what can fuck with this? I take shots and don't fuckin' miss First on your baby mama bucket list You on some sucka' shit, might as well suck a dick 'Cause you being a bitch just for the fuck of it And when I fuckin' spit, niggas get to tuckin' shit Tryna duck down wherever they can fuckin' get They better ask somebody 'Fore I have big truck pass the shotty and blast somebody, bitch Mastered the flow, the gun and the hand game Now I'm resurrectin' a real nigga campaign Fake ass niggas, we snatch 'em out the damn rain Take they damn chain, hit 'em with the damn thang Bang! now that's what happen when the trigger blow Ayo premier, let a motherfuckin' nigga know! "Say, this here, Pimp C We fuckin wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby" "My mic is loud and my production is tight" "We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!" "Say, this here, Pimp C We fuckin wit Premo', it-it's goin' down, baby" "My mic is loud and my production is tight" "We run shit!" "I ain't playin' witchu!" Okay, bun is on the mic, premier's on the track The south is in the house, now what can fuck wit' that? And who can fuck wit me? You not built up I'll break ya bitch-ass down and leave you filled up See that's how blood get spilled up, 'cause you all grilled up And got the hammer on you, but it's still tucked 'Cause you scared to pull it, even mo' scared to pop You ain't a gangsta, you need to stop I'm a type of nigga pull up at a evening spot Squeeze and pop niggas 'til they weave and drop, ock! You the type that gotta call in the goons I come one deep, strapped like an army platoon When I get to gladiatin' on haters like Leonidas Niggas gonna have to admit that he the tightest You talk a big game man, but mine's bigger bro Ayo premier, let a motherfuckin' nigga know! "Say, this here, Pimp C We fuckin wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby" "My mic is loud and my production is tight" "We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!" "Say, this here, Pimp C We fuckin wit Premo', it-it's goin' down, baby" "My mic is loud and my production is tight" "We run shit!" "I ain't playin' witchu!" Okay, bun is on the mic, premier's on the track The south is in the house, now what can fuck wit that? And who can fuck wit us? Better bring your mic game Mike Jordon, Mike Tyson, big Mike man Big dough, big flow, big fight game Take you out the zone, put you in the right frame Take you out your home, middle of the night man Wrap you up tight, put yo' ass on the night train That's right mayne, and it's the right time In the right game to get rich like a white man Tryna see how much paper that I might gain While I still keep it trill in what I write, man Yeah, so let's see who we could trouble most By hittin' these haters with a double dose Toast! We got it locked like a figure-fo' Ayo premier, let a motherfuckin' nigga know! "Say, this here, Pimp C We fuckin wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby" "My mic is loud and my production is tight" "We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!" "Say, this here, Pimp C We fuckin wit Premo', it-it's goin' down, baby" "My mic is loud and my production is tight" "We run shit!" "I ain't playin' witchu!" Bitch! Yeah! P.A. to P.V., nigga Bun B to DJ premier Legends, in the, game You don't know? Now you know, bitch! Threw ya hoe-ass around, while real niggas come down Ha! Yeah! Premo, I was waitin' on that shit, nigga I been waitin' on this shit since "DJ premier was in deep concentration" Ha ha ha, my motherfuckin' nigga Love you, boy Real rap shit, real nigga shit We gone!