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(Feat. DJ Premier) (Intro) Ayo Premier wussup man? Wussup Paps? Live from the Nacirema Dream Papoose & DJ Premier Yea Time to turn it up on these niggas man Il Primo, you ready to turn it up? You know it Let’s turn it up on em (Hook) We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us They put em down, we liftin them burners up You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what? I don’t give a fuck about none of these niggas I turn it up, Come on, come all killas Here go my cup, give me some more liquor Open this back window, let me dump all niggas It’s my era, I’m bout to turn it up on niggas (Verse) Peace to the New York nigga blockers, the block got thicker Letras de cancionesCuz now they got the Brooklyn Metz and Barclay Center Hello missus and mister, cousins, brothers and sisters Ladies and gentlemen, children prisons of finger printers Snakes who like to slither, wall smokeys gorillas Veterans and beginners, righteous people were sinners Gamblers, losers and winners, ice grillers and grinners Hope you all some good swimmers cuz I’m as deep as the river I’m the bad guy, just like the joke getting realer Bad as Mike in his prime, man in the mirror in Thriller You ain’t a real man, you can’t even use the shitter You a pussycat, you probably got kiddy real Gonna kill rich niggas in chinchilla Representing for the weed splitters and skid bitters who gets realer Like Beanie Man, carjacker, bitch nigga Who got the keys to the Jeep? Sim Simmer (Hook) We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us They put em down, we liftin them burners up You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what? I don’t give a fuck about none of these niggas I turn it up, Come on, come all killas Here go my cup, give me some more liquor Open this back window, let me dump all niggas It’s my era, I’m bout to turn it up on niggas (Verse) When my oral deliver it’s such a moral dilemma I don’t quarrel with quitters, I give em sorrow and shimmers You think your autos is iller just cause it’s car from the dealer? This music char is bitter, cause yall some horrible spitters When I swallow the liquor, I write a marvelous scripture Start drawing a picture cause I’m immortal my nigga Beef is played out so I don’t bother with niggas But as long as it’s tender I eat your squad up for dinner Put my palms on the trigger and shoot you all in yo liver Ninja all of you niggas, I’m cool and calm as a killer Your man styling from fingers, man who are you? vanilla Ice I’m sugnite, hang em off the balcony with ya Since I deserve scrilla, I learned to flip birds quicker Had to hit curves with the hustlers and to merge with ya Back when Dibbs said, what’s sipped is deserved nigga My jewelery was black and yellow just like the Pittsburg Steelers (Hook) We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us They put em down, we liftin them burners up You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what? I don’t give a fuck about none of these niggas I turn it up, Come on, come all killas Here go my cup, give me some more liquor Open this back window, let me dump all niggas It’s my era, I’m bout to turn it up on niggas (Verse) I’m on that money train, making dead president stops Robbed the liquor store just so we can get some Ciroc Ate cornflakes, no frutty pebbles and pops Got chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the lock Quarter 50 Cent razor, now I’m ready to rock I step to your block with a George Jefferson buff I cut him cross peddle bike, he bled to his socks Cuz Miles didn’t have a chain when I peddled and popped My leather bomber was better than that brother you rocked I wore old bomber way before Micheller went rock I heard him, no, he wasn’t reppin the lot You never caught a 10-3, you respected the cops How you gon use that jail shit to try to get to the top? You woke up NPC, never slept in a box He said he hungry so I fed him the ox My gun is like an independent record label, Hecklan and Cotch (Hook) We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us They put em down, we liftin them burners up You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what? I don’t give a fuck about none of these niggas I turn it up, Come on, come all killas Here go my cup, give me some more liquor Open this back window, let me dump all niggas It’s my era, I’m bout to turn it up on niggas (Outro) Turn up Now I come back Keep it underground hardcore Turn up Now I come back Keep it underground hardcore Turn up Now I come back Keep it underground hardcore Turn up Papoose, Papoose From Letras Mania