Let Em Know Lyrics - Trill O.g. - Bun B

[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!" 

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[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! 

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[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]