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b - let 'em know - bun lyrics

“let ’em know”

[intro]
r.i.p. guru
gangstarr 4 life
godd-mn, 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 f-ckin wit primo, it-it-it’s, it’s goin down, baby”
“my mic is loud and my production is tight” – [big l]
“we run sh-t!” “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 f-ck wit that?
and what can f-ck wit this? i take shots and don’t f-ckin miss
first on your baby mama bucket list
you on some sucka sh-t, might as well suck a d-ck
’cause you bein a b-tch just for the f-ck of it
and when i f-ckin spit, n-gg-z get to tuckin sh-t
tryna duck down wherever they can f-ckin get
they better ask somebody
‘fore i have big truck p-ss the shotty and blast somebody, b-tch!
mastered the flow, the gun and the hand game
now i’m resurrectin a real n-gg- campaign
fake -ss n-gg-z, we sn-tch ’em out the d-mn rain
take they d-mn chain, hit ’em with the d-mn thang
bang! now that’s what happen when the trigger blow
aiyyo premier, let a motherf-ckin n-gg- know!

[chorus: dj premier cuts and scratches]
“say, this here, pimp c
we f-ckin wit premo, it-it-it’s, it’s goin down, baby”
“my mic is loud and my production is tight” – [big l]
“we run sh-t!” “i ain’t playin witchu!”
“say, this here, pimp c
we f-ckin wit primo, it-it’s goin… down, baby”
“my mic is loud and my production is tight” – [big l]
“we run sh-t!” “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 f-ck wit that?
and who can f-ck wit me? you not built up
i’ll break ya b-tch–ss 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-gg- pull up at a evening spot
squeeze and pop n-gg-z ’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-gg-z gonna have to admit that he the tightest
you talk a big game mayne, but mine’s bigger bro
aiyyo premier, let a motherf-ckin n-gg- know!

[chorus]

[verse 3]
okay, bun is on the mic, premier’s on the track
the south is in the house, now what can f-ck wit that?
and who can f-ck 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 yor home, middle of the night mayne
wrap you up tight, put yo’ -ss 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 with a double dose
toast! we got it locked like a figure-fo’
aiyyo premier, let a motherf-ckin n-gg- know!

[chorus]

[outro]
b-tch! yeaaah!
pa to pv, n-gg-
bun beeda, dj premier
legends, in the, game
you don’t know? now you know, b-tch!
threw ya hoe–ss around, while real n-gg-z come down
hah! yeaaah!
premo, i was waitin on that sh-t, n-gg-
i been waitin on this sh-t since “dj premier was in deep concentration”
hahaha, my motherf-ckin n-gg-
love you, boy
real rap sh-t, real n-gg- sh-t
we gone! [echoes]

- bun lyrics

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