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(Intro: Reef The Lost Cause) |
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Yeah...this is where I talk shit (Yeah nigga, talk shit!) |
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AOTP...Lost Cauze, my man Planetary |
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What up, Crypt? Yeah |
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Vinnie Paz |
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All this shit probably gettin' CUT! Yeah! |
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"Step through the door, tore the shit off the hinges" <-(sampled from "Stand Up" by M.O.P.) |
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(Verse 1: Reef The Lost Cauze) |
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Yo, this young buck rowdy, my gun buck loudly |
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When I was a pup, they had me locked up down in Buck's County |
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But I beat that wrap, you never catch me on a beat that's wack |
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I can't eat like that |
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Reef that cat who cock back, let the Desert hit you |
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When you thought I was just talkin' shit like Freddie Mitchell |
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You ain't ready, is you? I invest into every pistol |
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Aim on point like a steady missile |
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Heavy fiscal, I need that love, hundreds and dubs |
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Where the weed at? I need that drug, 'cause I'm addicted to it |
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Rhyme-boxes, start spittin' fluid |
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When y'all do it, seem don't nobody listen to it |
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Love from Philly, all the way to kids in Munich |
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Germany, I murder beats and add the difference to it |
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Word to Pazienza, smack your men's up, crack your limbs up |
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And leave you fucked up like a Latin's liver |
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(Chorus) (x2) |
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"So listen up" |
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"They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement" |
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"You know we in the place with the guns in our waist" |
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"Step through the door, tore the shit off the hinges" <-(all sampled from "Stand Up" by M.O.P.) |
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(Verse 2: Planetary) |
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This is the start of you dyin', Plan' spit with the heart of a lion |
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The belt of Orion wrapped around your neck with the iron |
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Pointed at your fuckin' chest, bitch niggas is cryin' |
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I'm with Reef The Lost Cauze and we causin' the violence |
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We causin' the murder that causin' niggaz carryin' burners |
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We the cause and effect of life, it's hard to observe us |
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You don't understand, we got the upper hand spittin' |
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First you need to over-stand, you soft like underhand pitchin' |
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You could tell I'm a Pun fan when I'm spittin' |
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Rappers like me are hard to come by, like coppin' Summer Jam tickets |
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You need to focus before you think to approach us |
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You scream "player" dog, we the coaches |
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Too ferocious, bo-guarded, every moment is precious |
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You niggas is co-starrin', we the stars of this epic |
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Unveilin' the secret, it's more than fairy tales that we preachin' |
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This that '94 boom bap shit that we teachin' |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 3: Vinnie Paz) |
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Cut your head off, guillotine, Henry The 8th style |
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Y'all remindin' me of Cheddar Bob in 8 Mile |
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I wanna see everybody in the place wild |
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Anybody move, buck 'em in they face "Blaow!" |
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I stay bent daddy, night and day |
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Show 'em that I care when I send kites to Jay |
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It ain't nice, but it's right to say |
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It's real, when the cat gone, mice will play |
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It's ice today, but tomorrow you breathless |
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My team is on the same shit like collaborative efforts |
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We grab at your necklace, there's no other way |
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We bring it back to the East like we brother Jay |
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Any fuckin' day, you could come see us |
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North, South, West Philly, you don't wanna meet us |
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We some wild Puerto Ricans, Italians, Morenos |
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Fuck it! Let they brains blow |
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(Chorus) |
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(Outro) |
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"They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement" (x4) |
