[Intro]
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R.I.P. Guru
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GangStarr 4 Life
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Goddamn, Primo!
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Long time comin, baby
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History in the making
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It's goin down, talk to 'em, Preem
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[DJ Premier cuts and scratches]
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"Say, this here, Pimp C
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We fuckin wit Primo, it-it-it's, it's goin down, baby"
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"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
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"We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!"
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[Verse 1]
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Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track
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The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
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And what can fuck wit this? I take shots and don't fuckin miss
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First on your baby mama bucket list
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You on some sucka shit, might as well suck a dick
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'Cause you bein a bitch just for the fuck of it
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And when I fuckin spit, niggaz get to tuckin shit
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Tryna duck down wherever they can fuckin get
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They better ask somebody
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'fore I have Big Truck pass the shotty and blast somebody, bitch!
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Mastered the flow, the gun and the hand game
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Now I'm resurrectin a REAL nigga campaign
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Fake ass niggaz, we snatch 'em out the damn rain
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Take they damn chain, hit 'em with the damn thang
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BANG! Now that's what happen when the trigger blow
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Aiyyo Premier, let a motherfuckin nigga know!
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[Chorus: DJ Premier cuts and scratches]
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"Say, this here, Pimp C
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We fuckin wit Premo, it-it-it's, it's goin down, baby"
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"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
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"We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!"
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"Say, this here, Pimp C
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We fuckin wit Primo, it-it's goin... down, baby"
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"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
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"We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!"
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[Verse 2]
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Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track
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The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
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And who can fuck wit me? You not built up
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I'll break ya bitch-ass down and leave you filled up
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See that's how blood get spilled up, 'cause you all grilled up
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And got the hammer on you, but it's still tucked
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'Cause you scared to pull it, even mo' scared to POP
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You ain't a gangsta, you need to stop
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I'm a type of nigga pull up at a evening spot
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Squeeze and pop niggaz 'til they weave and drop, ock!
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You the type that gotta call in the goons
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I come one deep, strapped like an army platoon
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When I get to (Gladiatin') on haters like Leonidas
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Niggaz gonna have to admit that he the tightest
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You talk a big game mayne, but mine's bigger bro
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Aiyyo Premier, let a motherfuckin nigga know!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track
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The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
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And who can fuck wit us? Better bring your mic game
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Mike Jordon, Mike Tyson, Big Mike mayne
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Big dough, big flow, big fight game
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Take you out the zone, put you in the right frame
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Take you out yor home, middle of the night mayne
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Wrap you up tight, put yo' ass on the night train
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That's right mayne, and it's the right time
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In the right game to get rich like a white mayne
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Tryna see how much paper that I might gain
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While I still keep it trill in what I write, mayne
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Yeah, so let's see who we could trouble most
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by hittin these haters with a double dose
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Toast! We got it locked like a figure-fo'
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Aiyyo Premier, let a motherfuckin nigga know!
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[Chorus]
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[Outro]
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BITCH! Yeaaah!
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PA to PV, nigga
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Bun Beeda, DJ Premier
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Legends, in the, game
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You don't know? Now you know, bitch!
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Threw ya hoe-ass around, while real niggaz come down
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Hah! Yeaaah!
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Premo, I was waitin on that shit, nigga
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I been waitin on this shit since "DJ Premier was in Deep Concentration"
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Hahaha, my motherfuckin nigga
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Love you, boy
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Real rap shit, real nigga shit
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We GONE! [echoes]
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Let 'Em Know
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Bun B |