Bun B - Let Em Know lyrics

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!