Lyrics Vinnie Paz – OPG Theme

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

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 glass 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

Vinnie Paz:
Pazienza and Lost Cauze drunken with the four-fours
I just mangled the fucking mic pussy, it’s all yours
I don’t need to spit sixteens, you done in four bars
Fat motherfucker, 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 shit is tight whack
I been eating rappers for years, you just a light snack
Eh yo Sharif burn these motherfuckers at the stake
They ain’t gonna get a chance to learn from their mistake
Death is coming for you motherfuckers, 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 Killadelphia, Pistolvane
The thirty-eight, a four-five, see every pistol bang
They can levitate your body and they can rip through brains