Let Em Know

歌詞

[Intro] R.I.P. Guru GangStarr 4 Life Goddamn, Primo! Long time comin, baby History in the making It's goin down, talk to 'em, Preem [DJ Premier cuts and scratches] "Say, this here, Pimp C We fuckin wit Primo, it-it-it's, it's goin down, baby" "My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L] "We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!" [Verse 1] 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 bein 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! [Chorus: DJ Premier cuts and scratches] "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" - [Big L] "We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!" "Say, this here, Pimp C We fuckin wit Primo, it-it's goin... down, baby" "My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L] "We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!" [Verse 2] 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! [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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! [Chorus] [Outro] BITCH! Yeaaah! 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! Yeaaah! Premo, I was waitin on that shit, nigga I been waitin on this shit since "DJ Premier was in Deep Concentration" Hahaha, my motherfuckin nigga Love you, boy Real rap shit, real nigga shit We GONE! [echoes]