Bun-B - Let em Know Lyrics

[Intro:]
R.I.P. Guru!
GangStarr 4 Life! [beat starts]
Goddamn, Primo!
Long time comin', baby!
History in the making...
It's goin down!
Talk to 'em, Prem!

[Chorus: Samples - DJ Premier cuts and scratches]
[Pimp C:] "Say, this here, Pimp C!
We f*ckin with Primo! - It-it-it's, it's goin down, baby! "
[Big L:] "My mic is loud and my production is tight! "
[Gravediggaz:] "We run shit! " [50 Cent:] "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 with that?
And what can f*ck with this? - I take shots and don't f*ckin' 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 f*ck of it!
And when I f*ckin' spit, niggaz get to tuckin' shit
Tryna duck down wherever they can f*ckin' 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.
Ayo Premier, let a motherf*ckin' nigga know!

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Okay! - Bun is on the mic - Premier's on the track
The South is in the house - now what can f*ck with that?
And who can f*ck with 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 a evening spot
Squeeze and pop niggaz '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
Niggaz gonna have to admit that he the tightest!
You talk a big game mayne, but mine's bigger bro.
Ayo Premier, let a motherf*ckin' nigga know!

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
Okay! - Bun is on the mic - Premier's on the track
The South is in the house - now what can f*ck with that?
And who can f*ck with 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' 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 with a double dose.
Toast! - We got it locked like a figure-fo'.
Ayo Premier, let a motherf*ckin' 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!
Haha!
Yeaaah!
Premo, I was waitin' on that shit, nigga!
I been waitin on this shit since... "DJ Premier was in Deep Concentration"!
Hahaha!
My motherf*ckin', nigga!
Love you, boy!
Real rap shit!
Real nigga shit!
We GONE! [echoes] [beat stops]