[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