Sean Price - Murdah Type Thinkin (Small Professor Remix) lyrics

Listen, get money, big dummy [Verse 1: Sean Price] Uno, dos, tres, quatro Hugo Boss, the threads is macho Small time, hundred twenty five grand rapper Raw rhymer, gun in my hand fam, clap ya Way back, when Ma$e rapped, gat and one case Sniff that, we act laid back and gun play (P!) A murder-matician Magician with words, observe the diction Play this sh** on the radio Parade this sh** and then pay me dough I'm trying to sell out Sold out shows and sold out stores I'm a pocket full of crack that I sold outdoors Now a n***a thinking the bigger picture, Kodak flow I'm Dundah, pah Dunbar Olegma[???} ??? and the African race[???} This the New Yaku[?] flow Decease your speech, decrease the peace Piece of sh**, I'm at peace with this Contract breached, contact two piece on street, P! [Verse 2: Sean Price] Uh, what it do, n***a? Fresh Wallys on the Don, Sean is a rude n***a Few figure the style, your style ain't new n***a Go Jesus and a tre-deuce to shoot n***as Kinda young when RUN made hits like that Knife and gun fight like duke I'll be right back Listen, came back in a half an hour Aim gats when I clap them cowards, P The wig be responding, fire You get fired, Avery Johnson Trife n***as that be broker than spouse For life, n***a, Brooklyn in the house P, bar-for-bar the best bar-barian Sean Arm double Leg Arm Head and the Don Head from a broad, duke I was the head of the cla** You got a lot of a kids but I'm better at math, P [Verse 3: Guilty Simpson] Hear less[?], you got spare vest Give it to your homie, let him try it on I'm aiming at craniums, never try a don Who you spying on? I crease fools with the iron on Great Lakes, we don't f** with the snakes Punch rappers to sleep, then I punch them awake f** around and get found slumped in the lake Dead man floating I never meant flesh, his f**in' leg came open What you rep fool? I'm your mother's play brother You n***as are my nephews, check who? Run up on me [??] You must be drinking absinthe, smoking salvia blunts Punch chumps cause they talk too much Look at my kicks, you can tell I don't walk too much But let me find out where your b**hes live Some n***as change tunes when you show up at their crib, yeah