[Intro: Papoose & DJ Premier]
Ayo, Premier, wussup man?
Wussup, Pap?
Live from the Nacirema Dream
Papoose & DJ Premier
Yeah
Time to turn it up on these niggas, man
Ayo Primo, you ready to turn it up?
You know it
Let’s turn it up on 'em
[Chorus: Papoose]
We never heard of ya 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 on, killas
Here go my cup, give me some more liquor
Open this back window, let me dump on niggas
It’s my era, I’m bout to turn it up on niggas
[Verse 1: Papoose]
Peace to the New York Knickerbockers, the plot got thicker
'Cause now they got the Brooklyn Nets in Barclays Center
Hello Mrs. and Mr., cousins, brothers and sisters
Ladies and gentlemen, children, prisoners and finger printers
Snakes who like to slither, wolves, monkeys, gorillas
Veterans and beginners, righteous people and sinners
Gamblers, losers and winners, ice grillers and grinners
Hope y'all some good swimmers 'cause I’m as deep as the river
I’m the bad guy, just like the Joker and Riddler
Bad as Mike in his prime, Man in the Mirror and Thriller
You ain’t a real man, you can’t even use the shitter
You a pussycat, you probably got kitty litter
Kill rich niggas in chinchilla
Representin' for the wig-splitters and skid bitters who gets scrilla
Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga
Who got the keys to the Jeep? Sim Simmer
Ayo, Premier, wussup man?
Wussup, Pap?
Live from the Nacirema Dream
Papoose & DJ Premier
Yeah
Time to turn it up on these niggas, man
Ayo Primo, you ready to turn it up?
You know it
Let’s turn it up on 'em
[Chorus: Papoose]
We never heard of ya 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 on, killas
Here go my cup, give me some more liquor
Open this back window, let me dump on niggas
It’s my era, I’m bout to turn it up on niggas
[Verse 1: Papoose]
Peace to the New York Knickerbockers, the plot got thicker
'Cause now they got the Brooklyn Nets in Barclays Center
Hello Mrs. and Mr., cousins, brothers and sisters
Ladies and gentlemen, children, prisoners and finger printers
Snakes who like to slither, wolves, monkeys, gorillas
Veterans and beginners, righteous people and sinners
Gamblers, losers and winners, ice grillers and grinners
Hope y'all some good swimmers 'cause I’m as deep as the river
I’m the bad guy, just like the Joker and Riddler
Bad as Mike in his prime, Man in the Mirror and Thriller
You ain’t a real man, you can’t even use the shitter
You a pussycat, you probably got kitty litter
Kill rich niggas in chinchilla
Representin' for the wig-splitters and skid bitters who gets scrilla
Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga
Who got the keys to the Jeep? Sim Simmer
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