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
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
me about the chump and he chumped 'em Put the barrel bottle pump, and pumped 'em And pumped 'em and pumped 'em, and pumped 'em and pumped 'em [Chorus
: [Bun B] Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in Listen, I know we just came from fishin
over and check up on it? I'ma let you work up on it; [Check on it - know you want it...] (Yeah, hey...) Ladies, let him check up on it - Watch it while
you like what you see Won't you come over and check up on it, I'm gone let you work up on it Ladies let em check up on it, watch it while he check up
s 'bout time little Layzie let 'em know now. Take it to the streets and let the pump, pump go "Pow! " Take my style, let me show you how I go wild. Now
more important, steal em if you can't afford em I'm gettin to the money, I need another comma Some of em love the drama, more than they love they mama
your woman lookin, I'll let the woman taste me Okay now I'm with Khaled, we wilyn in Miami We got a bunch of bitches, we pile em in the phantom They follow
okay [x6] You can run an tell my city I'm on [x6] You can run an tell my city it's on [Bun B:] Bun B King of the Trill also one of the dopest, Whether
: (with Bun B) [Bun B - Verse 1] Now when it come to making money I'm a printing press When it come to being Trill I'm a litmus test I run it like a
, geyeah.. You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em Cause I don't fuckin need em Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good But I don't fuckin feed em
bar Or smokin a lil red life in my car I dont know what you came to see, Nigga just out here feeding my kids Throw up the duece and let me slide on by
!! "Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X] And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride!! [Bun B] It's the Gulf Way Boulevard
: (feat. Bun B, Crooked I, Joe Budden) [Bun B] Let's get it started like transmission and alternators Got the keys in the cage ready for who you call
lose, so let's do this We load 'em up, cock 'em back, let 'em go we knock 'em off Cut off all his cake, rocks, and eggs, this nigga block 'em off It'
