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 f**in wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight"
"We run sh**!" "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 f** wit' that?
And what can f** with this? I take shots and don't f**in' miss
First on your baby mama bucket list
You on some s**a' sh**, might as well s** a dick
'Cause you being a b**h just for the f** of it
And when I f**in' spit, n***as get to tuckin' sh**
Tryna duck down wherever they can f**in' get
They better ask somebody
'Fore I have big truck pa** the shotty and blast somebody, b**h
Mastered the flow, the gun and the hand game
Now I'm resurrectin' a real n***a campaign
Fake a** n***as, 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 motherf**in' n***a know!
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We f**in wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight"
"We run sh**!" "I ain't playin witchu!"
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We f**in wit Premo', it-it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight"
"We run sh**!" "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 f** wit' that?
And who can f** wit me? You not built up
I'll break ya b**h-a** 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 n***a pull up at a evening spot
Squeeze and pop n***as '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
n***as gonna have to admit that he the tightest
You talk a big game man, but mine's bigger bro
Ayo premier, let a motherf**in' n***a know!
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We f**in wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight"
"We run sh**!" "I ain't playin witchu!"
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We f**in wit Premo', it-it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight"
"We run sh**!" "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 f** wit that?
And who can f** 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' a** 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 motherf**in' n***a know!
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We f**in wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight"
"We run sh**!" "I ain't playin witchu!"
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We f**in wit Premo', it-it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight"
"We run sh**!" "I ain't playin' witchu!"
b**h! Yeah!
P.A. to P.V., n***a
Bun B to DJ premier
Legends, in the, game
You don't know?
Now you know, b**h!
Threw ya hoe-a** around, while real n***as come down
Ha! Yeah!
Premo, I was waitin' on that sh**, n***a
I been waitin' on this sh** since
"DJ premier was in deep concentration"
Ha ha ha, my motherf**in' n***a
Love you, boy
Real rap sh**, real n***a sh**
We gone!