| Yo, I punch niggas in the face for livin', disgrace the system
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| Counterparts wilin' 'til we state prison
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| Used to tape Prism for videos of hockey games
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| Spittin' in the mirror, no lie, I used to copy Kane
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| This not be game, this is real life
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| Spittin' since '89 motherfucker, I’m still nice
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| Yellow pad, black pen, I still write
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| I always said y’all couldn’t make albums, I’m still right
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| I’m live action, you movin' still like
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| Quick as a cat kill mice I crush steel mics
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| That makes me Superman homie
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| So I murder you, you, you and your stupid ass homie
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| Line 'em up
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| Anyone who want to see the man
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| Don’t slap me five, I’ll fuck around and eat your hand
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| I’m gon' ruin your life, you’re gon' give me a hand
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| I don’t even rhyme I just came here to see the band
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| I’ve been nice since I was on a big wheel
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| I’m Reef The Lost Cauze, I’m kind of a big deal
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| Spit straight from the heart, you know this shit’s real
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| So what you rhyme homie, big deal
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| I get trapped in between the lines
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| Just cause I rap don’t mean you won’t get clapped between the eyes
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| You think you nice, I’m actually surprised
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| You a tranny understand me, not naturally a guy
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| I got the trashiest mind and get nasty as swine
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| Koch is the label of what they asked me to sign
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| I want the fuckin' paper
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| You sharp as some scissors they used to use to cut construction paper
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| Since kindergarten
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| I’ve been retarded
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| Literally
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| Look at this shit you started!
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| Damn that was wrong of me
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| Motherfuckers can not name one wack song from me
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| And if they can’t they don’t know good music
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| It ain’t real to me unless the hood approves it
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| So keep a quiet tongue, before I fire guns
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| Like blaaow!
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| I’ve been nice since I was on a big wheel
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| I’m Reef The Lost Cauze, I’m sort of a big deal
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| Spit straight from the heart, you know this shit’s real
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| So what you rhyme homie, big deal
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| Try to spar with me your mind will melt
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| They used to praise Jesus and whip slaves
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| That’s why they call they self the Bible Belt
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| I started my own label, just to sign myself
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| I’m always sayin' I’m the illest just to remind myself
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| He’s major cake, three layers
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| You just a motherfuckin' fall guy, Lee Majors
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| I was the kid in the class who would always eat paper
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| I spit darts, you a big prick, cheap razor
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| I’m the illest in the game, the east savior
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| Any rhyme bout, no doubt, Sharif favored
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| And if not, you better check those odds
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| I be right at your door, you better check those logs
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| No new tricks, I don’t respect those dogs
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| I pull up pipes on you, like we 'bout to check for clogs
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| If we can’t make payroll
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| We stickin' up white boys at St. Joe’s, let’s go Hawks!
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| I’ve been nice since I was on a big wheel
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| I’m Reef The Lost Cauze, I’m sort of a big deal
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| Spit straight from the heart, you know this shit’s real
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| So what you rhyme homie, big deal
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it?
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| How ya feel about it? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Deal , by - Reef The Lost Cauze. Song from the album A Vicious Cycle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп