Burke The Jurke - OPG Theme lyrics

[Verse One] [Reef The Lost Cauze]: We puff cigars and sip Jesus juice To get dough I don't need a booth long as crack smokes and needles shoot Unbelievable, a lethal crew, a evil rule I be in Cali smoking diesel, you never leave the room You in your crib just clickety-clackin Typin' messages about how n***as be rappin' Like, "He used to spit fire, like really, what happened?" You really need cabbage cause you simply a f*ggot, co*ks**er Why your jaw's tight? Ayo I'm sick, I got a wild b**h who strangled you to d**h like Arturo's wife Rest in peace to all of those who died tragically Steve McNair got a n***a scared to eat at Applebees I mean Dave & Buster's And I don't give a f** about my own life, so it's nothing for me to take another Your b**h is a freak, she said, "Take a number" We ran trizznain, that b**h say, "Take a number" [ VERSE 2: Burke the Jurke ] Ayo, I weigh about a deuce and a half And maneuver too fast for you losers to grasp You're not eludin' my wrath Grab the duffelbag and scoop the loot and the cash I subtract you from your stash and now you do the math I sit on the church steps with the booze in a flask I love the sound of the music from a funeral man Want me to google your producer, man, you dudes should just asa I see through you like gla** and my goons just laugh Take a swig of the Grey Goose, take a trip to Jesus Get your gay troops, turn your strip to Beirut This is fight music, I ain't widowed a comrade This is combat, give your sister her son back I'm reppin OPG, you got OCD Your sh** is one dimensional, my flow's 3D They they say that I'm as gritty as ODB Or Dirt McGirt, but they call me Burke the Jurke [ VERSE 3: Vinnie Paz ] Pazienza and Lost Cauze drunken with the .44s I just mangled the f**ing mic, p**y, it's all yours I don't need to spit sixteens, you done in four bars Fat motherf**er, I only eat it if it's four stars When you knocked out cold it's hard to fight back Street pharmacist with more pills than Mike Jack I don't wanna listen to y'all, y'all sh** is type wack I been eatin' rappers for years, you just a light snack Ayo Sharif, burn these motherf**ers at the stake They ain't gonna get a chance to learn from they mistake d**h is comin for you motherf**ers, save the day Everything I spit is equivalent to a Mason's hate This is Pazienza, the Official Pistol Gang And we was born and bred in k**adelphia, Pistolvane The .38 or .45, see, every pistol bang They can levitate your body and they can rip through brain