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vinnie paz - opg theme lyrics

[verse 1: 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 cl!ckety clacking
typing messages about how n-ggas be rapping
like he used to spit fire like really what happened?
you really need cabbage cause you’re simply a f-ggot c-cksucker
while your jaw’s tight, eh yo i’m sick
i got a wild b-tch who strangled you to death like arturo’s wife
rest in peace to all of those who died tragically
steve mcnair got a n-gga scared to eat at applebee’s
i mean dave & buster’s and i don’t give a f-ck about my own life
so it’s nothing for me to take another’s (nothing)
the b-tch is a freak, she said take a number
we ran trizznain, that b-tch say take a number

[verse 2: 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 gl-ss and my goons just laugh
take a swig of the grey goose, take a trip to jesus
get your g-y 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-t 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

[verse 3: vinnie paz]
pazienza and lost cauze drunken with the four-fours
i just mangled the f-cking mic p-ssy, it’s all yours
i don’t need to spit sixteens, you done in four bars
fat motherf-cker, 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-t is tight whack
i been eating rappers for years, you just a light snack
eh yo sharif burn these motherf-ckers at the stake
they ain’t gonna get a chance to learn from their mistake
death is coming for you motherf-ckers, 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!lladelphia, pistolvane
the thirty-eight, a four-five, see every pistol bang
they can levitate your body and they can rip through brains

- vinnie paz lyrics

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