Kinda Like A Big Deal Lyrics - Til The Casket Drops - Clipse

Til the casket drops 

Third times a charm right? 

Ha ha, come on! 

I'm kinda like a big deal 

It's unbelievable you see my warning gives you big chills 

The flow runnin' on Big's heels 

My life after death, Big ain't get to see how this feels! 

Third time's a charm baby 

After two classics another stripe up on my arm baby 

It's a blessin' to blow a hundred thou' in a recession 

With no second guessin' 

Ha ha we're ballin, drop tops we're floorin' 

Champagne we're pourin' 

Re-up is the gang and I'm all in! 

To the powder and the flame I have fallin' 

Get money, blow money is my callin' 

Yugch! Watch a nigga burn through it 

Life's a maze, you twist and you turn through it 

The driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it 

I'm set straight like a perm do it, Push! 

They whisperin' about us 

I know you haters doubt us 

How you count our money we ain't even finish countin' 

Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal 

Ay yo I'm sittin' on top of the 

It's more than a feeling ain't it? 

I be killin' damn it, I'm illin' I'm illin' 

Eh eh eh meet Mr. Popular 

Go get your binoculars 

And see Penthouse 3 where a nigga be 

Spittin' fire on the P-J in my P-J's 

Fire Marshall said I took it to the Max like T-J 

Y'all ain't peep? I said Marshall's we play 

I guess I'm like the Black Marshall meets Jay 

Meet Ye' alligator souffle, had it made 

Special Ed got head from a girl in Special Ed 

Ya know the pretty ones in that dumb class 

But she got that dumb ass 

Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast 

What happen Tisha, your boyfriend cum fast? 

Turn around gimme pound like we folks 

Hell no I went raw dog three strokes 

They whisperin' about us 

I know you haters doubt us 

How you count our money we ain't even finish countin' 

Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal 

Lights, cameras, action! 

The chain itself's a damn distraction! 

You claim the belt, the glory I bask in 

I bee hop in the ring, niggas ya cash in 

It's like stoppin' a train, 

Nigga think he's stoppin' my reign 

Talk slick while droppin' my name? 

I'm puttin' y'all to shame, diamonds in the little hand 

50 percent splits I ex out the middle man 

A far cry from a stash in the rental van 

I'm the reason the hood need a dental plan 

Ladies and gentle-man, introducin' 

The C-4-S with the rims protrudin' 

The roof vamoose, like a magic show 

Got me lookin' to the heavens like a javelin throw 

Y'all twiddle your thumbs like the average Joe 

But just as you reap, so shall you so 

They whisperin' about us 

I know you haters doubt us 

How you count our money we ain't even finish countin' 

Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal