Ridin Slow (Feat. Slim Thug, Play-N-Skillz)-Bun B

R.I.P. Guru GangStarr 4 Life Goddamn, Primo! History in the making It's goin down, talk to 'em, Preem "Say, this here, Pimp C We f**kin' wit Primo, it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby" "My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L] "We run sh*t!" "I ain't playin' witchu!" Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track The South is in the house, now what can f**k wit that? And what can f**k wit this? I take shots and don't f**kin miss First on your baby mama bucket list You on some sucka sh*t, might as well suck a dick 'Cause you bein a b**ch just for the f**k of it And when I f**kin' spit, niggaz get to tuckin' sh*t Tryna duck down wherever they can f**kin' get They better ask somebody 'Fore I have big truck pass the shotty and blast somebody, b**ch! Mastered the flow, the gun and the hand game Now I'm resurrectin' a real ni**a campaign Fake a** 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 motherf**kin ni**a know! [Chorus] "Say, this here, Pimp C We f**kin' wit Premo, it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby" "My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L] "We run sh*t!" "I ain't playin witchu!" "Say, this here, Pimp C We f**kin' wit Primo, it-it's goin' down, baby" "My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L] "We run sh*t!" "I ain't playin' witchu!" Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track The South is in the house, now what can f**k wit that? And who can f**k wit me? You not built up I'll break ya b**ch-a** 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 ni**a 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 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 Aiyyo Premier, let a motherf**kin' ni**a know! [Chorus] Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track The South is in the house, now what can f**k wit that? And who can f**k 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' a** 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 motherf**kin' ni**a know! [Chorus] B**ch! Yeaaah! PA to PV, ni**a Bun Beeda, DJ Premier Legends, in the, game You don't know? Now you know, b**ch! Hah! Yeaaah! Premo, I was waitin on that sh*t, ni**a I been waitin' on this sh*t since "DJ Premier was in Deep Concentration" Hahaha, my motherf**kin' ni**a Love you, boy Real rap sh*t, real ni**a sh*t We gone!