Vinnie Paz - OPG Theme lyrics

[Reef The Lost Cauze:] We puff cigars and sip Jesus juice Do get dough I don't need a booth long as crack smokes and needle shoots Yup, unbelievable, a lethal crew where evil rules I be in Cali smoking diesel, you never leave the room You in your crib just clickety clacking Typing messages about how n***as be rapping Like he used to spit fire like really what happened? You really need cabbage cause you're simply a f*ggot co*ks**er While your jaw's tight, eh yo 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 Applebee's 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's (nothing) The b**h is a freak, she said take a number We ran trizznain, that b**h say take a number [Burke The Jurke:] Hey yo I weigh about a deuce and a half And manoeuvre too fast for you losers to grasp You're not eluding my wrath Grab the duffel bag and shoot, 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 dude should just ask 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? the comrade This is combat, give your sister her son back I'm repping OPG, you got OCD Your sh** is one dimensional, my flow's 3D They they say that I'm as gritty as ODB Dirk McGurk but they call me Burke the Jurke [Vinnie Paz:] Pazienza and Lost Cauze drunken with the four-fours 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 tight whack I been eating rappers for years, you just a light snack Eh yo Sharif burn these motherf**ers at the stake They ain't gonna get a chance to learn from their mistake d**h is coming 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 thirty-eight, a four-five, see every pistol bang They can levitate your body and they can rip through brains