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

I be in Cali smoking diesel, you never leave the room

You in your crib just clickety clacking

Typing messages about how niggas be rapping

Like he used to spit fire like really what happened?

You really need cabbage cause you’re simply a faggot cocksucker

While your jaw’s tight, eh yo I’m sick

I got a wild bitch who strangled you to death like Arturo’s wife

Rest in peace to all of those who died tragically

Steve McNair got a nigga scared to eat at Applebee’s

I mean Dave & Buster’s and I don’t give a fuck about my own life

So it’s nothing for me to take another’s (nothing)

The bitch is a freak, she said take a number

We ran trizznain, that bitch say take a number

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

This is combat, give your sister her son back

I’m repping OPG, you got OCD

Your shit 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

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