Murdah Type Thinkin (Small Professor Remix) lyrics

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 sh*t on the radio
Parade this sh*t 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 n*gga 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 sh*t, I'm at peace with this
Contract breached, contact two piece on street, P!

[Verse 2: Sean Price]
Uh, what it do, n*gga?
Fresh Wallys on the Don, Sean is a rude n*gga
Few figure the style, your style ain't new n*gga
Go Jesus and a tre-deuce to shoot n*ggas
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 n*ggas that be broker than spouse
For life, n*gga, 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]
I could care less if you got a 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 f*ck with the snakes
Punch rappers to sleep, then I punch them awake
f*ck around and get found slumped in the lake
Dead man floating
I never meant flesh, his f*ckin' leg came open
What you rep fool? I'm your mother's play brother
You n*ggas 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 b*tches live
Some n*ggas change tunes when you show up at their crib, yeah