Let Em Know

R.I.P. Guru, gangsta 4 Life

Goddamn, Primo

Long time comin, baby

History in the making

It's goin down, talk to 'em, Preem

Say, this here, Pimp C

We fuckin' wit' Primo, 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' wit 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, niggaz 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 niggaz, 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

Aiyyo Premier, let a motherfuckin' nigga know

Say, this here, Pimp C

We fuckin' wit' Premo, 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'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 tha evening spot

Squeeze and pop niggaz until 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

Niggaz just gonna have to admit it that he the tightest

You talk a big game mayne but mine's bigger bro

Aiyyo Premier, let a motherfuckin' nigga know

Say, this here, Pimp C

We fuckin' wit' Premo, 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'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 mayne

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 mayne

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 mayne

Tryna see how much paper that I might gain

While I still keep it trill in what I write, mayne

Yeah, so let's see who we could trouble most

By hittin' these haters up with a double dose

Toast, we got it locked like a figure-fo'

Aiyyo, Premier, let a motherfuckin' nigga know

Say, this here, Pimp C

We fuckin' wit' Premo, 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's goin' down, baby

My mic is loud and my production is tight

We run shit, I ain't playin' witchu

Bitch, yeah, PA to PV, nigga

Bun Beeda, DJ Premier

Legends in the game

You don't know? Now you know, bitch

Threw ya hoe ass around

While real niggaz come down

Hah, yeah, Premo, I was waitin on that shit, nigga

I been waitin' on this shit since

DJ Premier was in deep concentration

My motherfuckin' nigga, love you, boy

Real rap shit, real nigga shit, we gone