Murdah Type Thinkin [ Small Professor Remix]

Listen, get money, big dummy [Verse 1: Sean Price] Uno, dos, tres, quatro Hugo Boss, the threads is macho Small time, hundred twenty five grand rapper Raw rhymer, gun in my hand fam, clap ya Way back, when Ma$e rapped, gat and one case Sniff that, we act laid back and gun play (P!) A murder-matician Magician with words, observe the diction Play this shit on the radio Parade this shit and then pay me dough I'm trying to sell out Sold out shows and sold out stores I'm a pocket full of crack that I sold outdoors Now a nigga thinking the bigger picture, Kodak flow I'm Dundah, pah Dunbar Olegma[???} ??? and the African race[???} This the New Yaku[?] flow Decease your speech, decrease the peace Piece of shit, I'm at peace with this Contract breached, contact two piece on street, P! [Verse 2: Sean Price] Uh, what it do, nigga? Fresh Wallys on the Don, Sean is a rude nigga Few figure the style, your style ain't new nigga Go Jesus and a tre-deuce to shoot niggas Kinda young when RUN made hits like that Knife and gun fight like duke I'll be right back Listen, came back in a half an hour Aim gats when I clap them cowards, P The wig be responding, fire You get fired, Avery Johnson Trife niggas that be broker than spouse For life, nigga, Brooklyn in the house P, bar-for-bar the best bar-barian Sean Arm double Leg Arm Head and the Don Head from a broad, duke I was the head of the class You got a lot of a kids but I'm better at math, P [Verse 3: Guilty Simpson] Hear less[?], you got spare vest Give it to your homie, let him try it on I'm aiming at craniums, never try a don Who you spying on? I crease fools with the iron on Great Lakes, we don't fuck with the snakes Punch rappers to sleep, then I punch them awake Fuck around and get found slumped in the lake Dead man floating I never meant flesh, his fuckin' leg came open What you rep fool? I'm your mother's play brother You niggas are my nephews, check who? Run up on me [??] You must be drinking absinthe, smoking salvia blunts Punch chumps cause they talk too much Look at my kicks, you can tell I don't walk too much But let me find out where your bitches live Some niggas change tunes when you show up at their crib, yeah