Eyego/Direct - Two Guns Up lyrics

[Intro: Reef talking] Feast or f**in' Famine. Lost Cauze. Juju Mob. Eyego D. Holla at ya boy! Holla at ya boy! [Verse One] Yo The Lost Cauze is about venom Seein' me is a wild vision You grown man with child wisdom, I'll k** 'em My rhymes wildin' the f** out, y'all chillin' You'se a small villain Yo, pray for y'all children Hail the all wicked My dick look like a bald midget And that's something that I'm proud of My team's strong cause guns equal power You'se a god damn coward Your heart skip when the Cauze rip Been nice since Kane came with the chains and the "awwww sh**" You don't remember that Cause you'se a hip hop toddler s**in' on Similac Now give it back Or I'm snatchin' I costarred in The Pa**ion as an a**a**in But they cut it at the last second You who nicer than Reef? No suburban nerd rapper, no guy in the street Take your face and beat you with it I take a nap while you rap Wake up, make a snack, come back and eat you wit it motherf**ers [Hook] It's the Cauze Throw two guns up JuJu Mob Throw two guns up Counterparts Crew Throw two guns up Philly run sh** Throw two guns up Eyego D Throw two guns up All my wild motherf**ers throw two guns up All my wild motherf**ers throw two guns up [Verse Two] f** with me and you're gonna die I'm the type to Short Circuit on you guys like Johnny Number 5 You disappear like Steve Gutenberg I'm the line where madness and music merge, abusin' words Drug addict, booze and herb, you sh**tin' on who? You couldn't move a turd Look what I do to brain cells, just think what I can do to nerves I'm only give you what you deserve No false idols you should serve End up sleepin' in a bed of flames I'm on course A horse like Edgerrin James Leave your head in pain Wrapped in ace bandages I got 31 flavors kid, get your banana split Look at my mind, show me where the damage is Your CD's between dirt and gra** that's where I sandwiched it Don't be surprised when I flip out on you guys like Nas After his moms died from the cancer sh** [Hook] [Verse Three] My flow's sorta like the sun heat Go to war one deep, now Throw Your joints in the air like Sonsee Word to Papa Doc Reef's strong like a rasta's lock Cop a squat and listen to How we rock your top Mad Flava like I rock the clock Around my neck and roll with Chuck D You an actor with a lot of props I'll tear your set apart You a bench warmer who will never start I'm cold blooded like Leather Heart Aim sharp, hit whatever mark With dead heat precision It's the life of a dead beat musician I'm no joke, who said Reef was kiddin'? Half you MC's can't connect beat with rhythm Unnatural spitters, I roll with actual n***as Not posers who just be actin' official I got a Jones like Too Tall You couldn't move me with a U-Haul You a bunch of f*ggots and goofballs This the new laws [Hook] [Outro: Reef talking] Feast or Fam motherf**ers. Another cla**ic. Who f**in' wanna battle me with this rap sh**? Get smacked backwards. Get your whole sh** beheaded son. Get your whole fortress caved in. For real. Shouts out to West Philly. My f**in' grandma and sh**. Yeah!