Let 'Em Know lyrics

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BUN-B lyrics : "Let 'Em Know"

[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 $#[email protected] wit Primo, it-it-it's, it's goin down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]

"We run %#@!!" "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 $#[email protected] wit that?
And what can $#[email protected] wit this? I take shots and don't $#&[email protected] miss

First on your baby mama bucket list
You on some sucka %#@!, might as well suck a dick
'Cause you bein a (*##$ just for the $#[email protected] of it

And when I $#[email protected] spit, ^!$$%z get to tuckin %#@!
Tryna duck down wherever they can $#[email protected] get
They better ask somebody

'fore I have Big Truck pass the shotty and blast somebody, (*##$!
Mastered the flow, the gun and the hand game
Now I'm resurrectin a REAL ^!$$% campaign

Fake $$# ^!$$%z, 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 mother$#[email protected] ^!$$% know!

[Chorus: DJ Premier cuts and scratches]

"Say, this here, Pimp C
We $#[email protected] wit Premo, it-it-it's, it's goin down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]

"We run %#@!!" "I ain't playin witchu!"
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We $#[email protected] wit Primo, it-it's goin... down, baby"

"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
"We run %#@!!" "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 $#[email protected] wit that?

And who can $#[email protected] wit me? You not built up
I'll break ya (*##$-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 ^!$$% pull up at a evening spot
Squeeze and pop ^!$$%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
^!$$%z gonna have to admit that he the tightest

You talk a big game mayne, but mine's bigger bro
Aiyyo Premier, let a mother$#[email protected] ^!$$% know!


[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track
The South is in the house, now what can $#[email protected] wit that?
And who can $#[email protected] 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' $$# 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 mother$#[email protected] ^!$$% know!


[Chorus]

[Outro]
BITCH! Yeaaah!
PA to PV, ^!$$%

Bun Beeda, DJ Premier
Legends, in the, game
You don't know? Now you know, (*##$!
Threw ya hoe-ass around, while real ^!$$%z come down
Hah! Yeaaah!

Premo, I was waitin on that %#@!, ^!$$%
I been waitin on this %#@! since "DJ Premier was in Deep Concentration"
Hahaha, my mother$#[email protected] ^!$$%
Love you, boy
Real rap %#@!, real ^!$$% %#@!

We GONE! [echoes]

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Writer(s): Bernard James Freeman
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