Two Guns Up

[Intro: Reef talking] Feast or fuckin' 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 kill 'em My rhymes wildin' the fuck 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 shit" You don't remember that Cause you'se a hip hop toddler suckin' on Similac Now give it back Or I'm snatchin' I costarred in The Passion as an assassin 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 motherfuckers [Hook] It's the Cauze Throw two guns up JuJu Mob Throw two guns up Counterparts Crew Throw two guns up Philly run shit Throw two guns up Eyego D Throw two guns up All my wild motherfuckers throw two guns up All my wild motherfuckers throw two guns up [Verse Two] Fuck 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 shittin' 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 grass 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 shit [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 niggas 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 faggots and goofballs This the new laws [Hook] [Outro: Reef talking] Feast or Fam motherfuckers. Another classic. Who fuckin' wanna battle me with this rap shit? Get smacked backwards. Get your whole shit beheaded son. Get your whole fortress caved in. For real. Shouts out to West Philly. My fuckin' grandma and shit. Yeah!