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Ladies And Gentleman
I'd like to welcome y'all here tonight You all are about to witness One of the greatest battle to ever go down in hip-hop In this corner I'd like to introduce Cassidy the Problem It's the problem bitch And in that corner is Cassidy the Hustla It's the hustler ask about me Battler to the center of the ring I want a nice clean battle I don't want you spittin none of that shit you was spittin last week last month I want it off the top of the head I don't want your mom ad-libbing your shit I don't want your man ad-libbing your shit Touch mics let's go I'm in the zone boy and I got the chrome boy I'll have blood gushing out your dome on your homeboy I'm a threat see you should of left me alone boy I'm real to the chromosome you a clone boy Chicks get bone I'm know for getting dome boy Probably got your baby moms number in my phone boy And if I hittin the click up dick sucks Had your bitch in the telly throwin her 'SIX" up Yea we made her lick nuts then hop on the 6 bus After this over than they gon try say this was fixed up They gon be like he cheated that's why he beated I've been in wild battles and won I'm undefeated The punch lines that I put in the streets Even made freeway say "Put on a beat" Only the strong pre-vail I know but a shell Make him yell like hoes when I perfom hotel What?! I told you this nigga wasn't fuckin with me you can't be serious Whoa whoa whoa break it up break it up battlers back to your corner Look kid I told you this shit wasn't gonna be easy It's ain't gonna be hard I told you this kid was a problem he not fuckin with you though He ain't no problem I need you to get in there hit 'em with those punch lines, those metaphors You gotta make sure your flow your delivery You gotta make sure all that's on point Hurt his feelings, bite his head off Listen to this all that lip will get you and your man bodied I'm the man you a bitch in a man's body You a disgrace who wrote your shit? Mase? Your album wasn't nothing like the shit on the mixtapes First you was hustling bustin them shells Then you went commercial to get a couple of sells That's what you got a couple of sells And you probably wouldn't of sold loads if wasn't for Kels Well you was crazy man with the punch line flow But now you the ladies man where the punch lines go Yo it don't get no better You was smiling chi-town stepping but ain't get no cheddar If you a star I'm a galaxy nigga One verse'll merk all your personalities nigga You garbage and ain't nothing trash about me I'M THE HUSTLER MUTHAFUCKER ASK ABOUT ME... ASK ABOUT ME PUSSY Oh shit break it up break it up back to your corners This the last round I want y' all to both spit eight bars a piece No more than eight bars Cassidy.. the Problem I want you to go first Then Cassidy the Hustla I want you to go next You Ready? GET IN I got shit on lock Like I'm constipated you will get abominated I ain't lyricist of the year but I was nominated Where your strip at you ain't hustling nigga That track would have been wack if it wasn't for Jigga I'm a ladies man chicks loving a nigga But I'll still put a slug in a nigga BRAAT Real funny I went gold but get money on the road And I own a hundred percent of my publishing nigga Ok ok ok that's it that's it Cassidy the hustler you ready? It's your turn eight bars... let's go You don't really want the drama nigga You'll take more shots in your face then Madonna nigga You get eight I'm like dime a nigga You don't battle you make songs for the chicks like Mashonda nigga The best is me I got stripes like a referee And coke comin on boats like a refugee You should switch flow nigga your shits gold When I drop I'ma shit more than your shit sold NIGGA That's it that's it it's over it's over we have a winner The new heavyweight freestyle champion of the world Cassidy the Hustla Geah it is what it is don't act surprise Okay kid what are you planning to do after this victory I mean you know keep getting money keep hustling keep doing what I do And if you bastards doubt me... |
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[Jay-Z]
Nigga ask about me, (yeah) Nigga ask about me, (yeah) Nigga ask about me, (yeah) Nigga ask about me [Chorus: Jay-Z] [Cassidy Talking] (Overlapping tha hook) This for all my niggas thats going through the struggle thats on the grind, all my niggas that ever had to hustle to get out a dollar, this for yall man, personality change man, the kid cassidy, this for the hood man I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) Nigga ask, Nigga, Nigga ask about me, (yeah) Nigga ask, Nigga, Nigga ask about me, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) Nigga ask, Nigga, Nigga ask about me, (yeah) Nigga ask, Nigga, Nigga ask about me, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie [Verse 1: Cassidy] Ima hustla, Ima,Ima hustla homie I got the product, narcotics for the customers homie, Fiends open they be smoking like a muffler homie, Niggas phony so I only got a couple of homies, If you a hustla I could I could fuck with yah homie, You spend a couple bucks I stay in touch wit' ya homie I get money, I get 20 a K, I got 20 strips all doin' 20 a day, ay I get cake from buds or haze, Im makin' dubs They hatin' 'cause Im on tha grind like Im makin' love When cops got tha block hot like jamaican clubs Cop weight, wait for a drought and then make it flood Try and take my cake you gone take a slug But you can take my information if you takin' drugs 'Cause I can sell raid to a bug, Ima hustla I can sell salt to a slug 'cause.. I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) Nigga ask, Nigga, Nigga ask about me, (yeah) Nigga ask, Nigga, Nigga ask about me, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) Nigga ask, Nigga, Nigga ask about me, (yeah) Nigga ask, Nigga, Nigga ask about me, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie [Verse 2] I'm married to the game, same bride just a new groom, I do more than just do toons, Cuz my bills coming too soon, My son gone be two soon, Royalty checks come like once in a blue moon, But I'm getting my dough from doing shows, I made more dough on the grind than going gold, That's why I stay fly I'm flogin' on hoes, Flossin' so cool in a austin no shoes, Just a rubberband on my wrist no jewels, I ain't got to prove I'm rich, I'm no fool, I know the rules and I got time for it, But the nigga will shine when it's time for it, And they will hate you deal with the real cake, And they on the corner from morning till real late, I deal weight and if you bastards doubt me, I'm a hustla, ask about me, ask about me I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) Nigga ask, Nigga, Nigga ask about me, (yeah) Nigga ask, Nigga, Nigga ask about me, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) Nigga ask, Nigga, Nigga ask about me, (yeah) Nigga ask, Nigga, Nigga ask about me, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie [Verse 3] To get paid you got saved dont be spending the change, In 5th grade i was hustling my genesis games, I was dumb young, selling chewing gum to my classmates, On the cash chase, moving at a fast pace, Never been a dummy, never did what the dummys do, So I had to mil to burn before I turned twenty two, More money more problems is true, Cuz the more money I make the more problems for you, Yeah I use dude voice, props to the boy sean, He made it a hot line, I made it a hot song, So stop drawn man you gotta respect it, I'm the best swizz got it perfected, Dont mess with C-A double S-I-D-Y, Cuz I became the best when B-I-G died, The kid do it big like P-U-N, Cuz I'm nice like P-A-C with the P-E-N end I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) Nigga ask, Nigga, Nigga ask about me, (yeah) Nigga ask, Nigga, Nigga ask about me, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) Nigga ask, Nigga, Nigga ask about me, (yeah) Nigga ask, Nigga, Nigga ask about me, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie, (yeah) I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie [Cassidy Talking] This for all my niggas thats going through the struggle thats on the grind, all my niggas that ever had to hustle to get out a dollar, this for yall man, personality change man, the kid cassidy, this for the hood man.. |
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Yeah
Cassidy, yeah Uh, I'm out here on the grind [Hook 1] I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name They act a little funny and they talk a little strange But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame Cause I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name They act a little funny and they talk a little strange But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame [Verse 1] I was told it's a crazy world, well I was born crazy too 1982, they said I was a baby who Always started trouble, start to hustle what they made me do As I grew as a man, my plans and my gravy grew Coke, I copped a little, posted on the block a little My block popped a little even though my rocks was little But now a nigga grown started sellin bigger stones Got a steady clientele that can't leave the shit alone Keep it on the hivic homes, can't leave ya shit at home If I spit it, I did it, I lived it, we can get it on Forget it, I'm sick with it, the midget'll get shitted on You don't wanna get the chrome, you wanna getcha phone You don't wanna brawl at all, you wanna call the law But if you get called a snitch, you might as well call it quits And I might answer the phone when ya call ya bitch I push bars like rod, this shit all will flip [Break] Man I'm out here on the grind I'm out here on the grind I'm out here on the grind [Hook 2] I do this for the hood and I do this for the streets I do this for my peeps cause my family gotta eat I do this for the thugs that be hustling the drugs I do this for my niggaz who be bustin all the slugs I'd do this for the love but I do this to get paid I do this for my niggaz in the cells and in the graves I do this for my niggaz on the block that keep it thorough I do this for all the hustlers around the world Cause I'm out here on the grind [Verse 2] Don't abuse the fame, use ya brain fore you open ya mouth Or you could get poked ouch with the toast in ya mouth I doubt i'ma go broke, I be done broke in ya house You don't hustle just cause niggaz cook coke in ya house If I stop sellin coke, it'll drought And my flow so dope, I got insurance on my throat and my mouth I change the game, my name gets spoken about I'm still ill with the smoke in my mouth (whoa) Ya sis oped, and I'ma open her blouse Stick my dick down her throat and start stroking her mouth (whoa) I let my unborns float in her mouth And then I put a condom on and start stroking her out (whoa) I blow the hydro to the scout On the post with the rock inside got most of the clout And most of the cash I'm bragging and boasting about Copped a yacht and got a dock, I can float to the house Got damn, you wouldn't understand how I'm feeling man I'm chilling man, all for the love of drug dealing man I got change I'm gon borrow That's why I got a quarter million dollar painting hanging on my wall So naw, I ain't pressed for paper But I'm dealing weight and got real estate tryna stretch the paper It's best to invest the paper But if you wanna battle, let's bet, I could use the extra paper Cause i'd do whatever to eat I'm from the street, if it's beef, it's whatever, I ain't never been sweet And in a battle, I ain't never been beat I'm in the race to take Jay-Z place, and you ain't better than Bleek When I speak, you can tell that I'm wise Dog, I got the best punch lines since Big L was alive And this was a big L so I'm already high If a nigga better than me, then he already died Cassidy [Hook 2] I do this for the hood and I do this for the streets I do this for my peeps cause my family gotta eat I do this for the thugs that be hustling the drugs I do this for my niggaz who be bustin all the slugs I'd do this for the love but I do this to get paid I do this for my niggaz in the cells and in the graves I do this for my niggaz on the block that keep it thorough I do this for all the hustlers around the world Cause I'm out here on the grind [Break] Man I'm out here on the grind I'm out here on the grind I'm out here on the grind [Hook 1] I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name They act a little funny and they talk a little strange But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame Cause I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name They act a little funny and they talk a little strange But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame |
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CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we flip that C-R-A-C-K
CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we move that C-R-A-C-K CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we sell that C-R-A-C-K [HOOK] Crack!! It got my niggaz addicted Crack!! But got my niggaz convicted Crack!! Why niggaz stand on the block Its called Crack!! It got my man and 'em shot I said Crack!! what niggaz sell for the cash Crack!! Got the women selling they ass Crack!! What the feins use to get high And the hustlers move to get by that's why the song called CRACK!! [VERSE 1] I got the cops drawn... I put the block on Over rare bout to stock viles of the popcorn Feins got the block warm getting they cop on My young'ns run the block till ev'ry one of the rocks gone And I got another block I'm puttin the pot on Strong enough to smell through the jar wit the top on Cop and be gone... If you come to the block drawn I'll hit you with the glock till ev'ry one of the shots gone He thought he was a thug he was all on his pop join' Till he got popped now he all on his rock join' I left him all on the block wit his top gone Law called his mom and pop they all on they shock join' I was just tryna make some bread for my family And ev'rybody got somebody dead in they family and ev'rybody got some crackheads in they family So it's no room to hate cause i kno you relate... My shit [HOOK] I'ma blow like propaine cause the flow flames It'll have you look like the cooked version of cocaine I spit crack homie... neva been wak homie I'm back homie... And I hold weight like I'm fat Tony Like a Soprano I stay with the ammo Push keys and make music but dont play the piano You could get blam! yo... I'm nice wit my hands doe You'll be looking like Rocky if you play like you Rambo I'm looking type Rocky when I hop out the Land Vo Bezel on the band whoa... rock on the hand glow It's all for the fans doe Thanks for the sup-port my 16s like the nicotine in a newport I'm like Too $hort... Pimpin these hoes I'm the best at inventin the flow since Hove What these other niggaz spittin is trash But it's like hittin a glass when you listen to Cass... My shit [HOOK] I still be fucking it all up Gettin it, mixin it cuttin, it all up I make hella cake and I'm addin it all up And I ain't sellin weight, man I'm baggin it all up My youngn's on the block they be knockin it all off Who you think the feins be coppin it all off My block got hard but we coppin it all soft If its snakes in the grass we choppin it all off If you play wit my cash I'm poppin at all ya Wit my face in a mask I'm choppin at all ya But due to the fact I be rappin and all that I be actin and all that I ain't clappin at y'all cats But before I did music and movies and all that I was moving in all black wit the toolies and all that But now I dont got time cause I'm eatin and all that I'm too decent for all that to be beefin wit y'all cats... You on [HOOK] CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!! ITS CALLED CRACK!!!!!!!! I SAID CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!!! |
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[Swizz Beats]
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance (Yeah) My Hoodie On wit' my gun in my pants (Yeah) [Cassidy] Yeah Yeah Okay Yeah I'm ready to get my drink on, on this joint..Let's go [Hook x2 - Swizz Beats] Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance My hoodie on wit' my gun in my pants I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death [Verse 1 - Cassidy] I'm...fresh to death, dressed to impress Fresh for real, nigga dressed to kill I'm the best for real, I was blessed with skills The FS in my necklace still I'm a threat for real, I come at niggas necks for real Tryna build my success got me stressed for real I'ma gain my respect cause I'm extra real And I'm extra fly, you just extra high If it wasn't for them drugs, you'd be extra shy Knowin' if I throw them slugs you gon' testify F' the extra shit, get an extra clip I get some extra lip, just expect to die I...put a whole in your head, cause I hold bread And my lawyer Johnny Cochran ova here Clappin' tha pound, he ain't pattin' me down And I stay strapped man I got my gat on me now..Im just.. [Hook x2 - Swizz Beats] Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance My Hoodie on wit' my gun in my pants I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death [Verse 2 - Cassidy] Yooo...I get it poppin' on the block like a B-Boy If you cop a couple of rocks you get a free boy You could take a couple of shots and get a key loy If you try to take what I got, a stick me boy See boy tryna fuck around with me boy Your wrist like fuckin' a bitch with no C boy I'm a G boy, get smoked by the P boy Coke by the key boy, got dope and the E boy Me boy, I'm bout to take the industry over Like for war we was meant to be soldiers I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova Pretend to be BIG, pretend to be Pac, pretend to be hot But all that pretendin' gon' eventually stop And the slugs gonna eventually pop Cause all the real thugs in the box or the penatentary ock VIP lookin' like a penetentary block..when I'm.. [Hook x2 - Swizz Beats] Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance My hoodie on wit' my gun in my pants I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death [Verse 3 - Cassidy] Okayy.. I'm fresh to death like a million bucks My Benz got big rims and my ceilin' lift up Dependin' on how I'm feelin' might be wheelin' the truck Either way the chicks still on my nuts You know what Im sayin', I ain't playin' with them niggas that be feelin' they tough I ain't a killa but you still will get touched I network, sweatshirt with the hood, got the steel in the truck And my lil man feelin' the dutch while I chill in the cut On my lean, chicks feelin' my stance Chinese print on the jeans, chicks feelin' my pants And I got the steel in my pants, don't grind on me I can't dance I got the nine on me The.. hecklor and koch mami fresh from the box mami Got your punani wet cause I'm fresh to the socks mami Fresh from the block mami, so I'm makin' it fun Seem like a bitch but I'm makin' her cum and I'm [Hook x2 - Swizz Beats] Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance My hoodie on wit' my gun in my pants I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death |
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(Refrain)
I still move work from the AM to the PM Niggas got beef, Imma spray 'em when I see em (Gat sounds) Imma spray em when I see 'em (Gat sounds) Imma spray em when I see 'em I pump on the streets from the AM to the PM A nigga want beef, Imma spray 'em when I see em Lay 'em when I see 'em AK 'em when I see 'em Hop out the Bronco and OJ 'em when I see 'em Cut a bone out his skin Fish fillet 'em when I see 'em Than wire his grill, Kayne 'em when I see 'em My young'ns on they job so I pay 'em when I see 'em Turn Boyz II Men, I Juanye 'em when I see 'em 'Cuz I be on the grind from the PM to the AM Paint pictures with my rhymes You can see 'em when I say 'em My songs' like movies You can see 'em when you play 'em If a nigga want beef When I see 'em Imma spray him For six G's I can get your whip swiss cheesed I'm like a red nose pit you a mixed breed Bitch please, all them dudes in your crew ass I get you strangled wit the strings on your du-rag (Refrain) Imma let you niggas talk all stupid 'til you get hawked all stupid Sparked all stupid Outlined in chalk all stupid Dog got bite I don't bark all stupid It is what it is I'm in the coupe droop dropped all stupid Fitted hat cocked all stupid Gettin top all stupid My clientelle cop all stupid We make sales on the block all stupid It is what it is It's a fact that I rap all stupid Get your wig pushed back all stupid We strapped all stupid I'll get you clapped all stupid Don't let the pills and the yack make you act all stupid (Stupid) Yeah I do my thing all stupid Let my chain bling all stupid My ring all stupid And my earring all stupid I got the things and I sling all stupid (Refrain) Yo my flow have you so amazed and astonished I been hot since I copped my first Sega with Sonic Back in the day, when Shawn Kemp played for the Sonics I rocked the used jeans and I played the atonics You know I blow haze, I be blazin' the chronic It got my mind scrambled, like a egg in a omellete I talk with God every day and he made me a promise Me and T like Malcolm and Elijah Mohammed Me and Swiss like Martin and Jessie But the fact that I can get assassinated is starting to stress me I ain't tryin to let the police department arrest me But I still keep a steel tucked under the fresh tee And I ain't just rappin for my health So before you diss me, you be better off clappin' at yourself Cause I ain't trying to battle on the mic I'll have them goons hop out on you like they did Harold at the light (Refrain) |
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Yea, hehe. Don Quan
A vision of God's Son Nas. That nigga Cass rules. Whattup baby [Chorus: Quan] Y'all niggaz is crazy. (To think) Y'all niggaz can't fade me (Trick these) From the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin it all I got Y'all haters can't hold me. (No Way) And y'all don't want to zone me (Want it your way) So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life how I live it and whips I be whippin, smokin on the exquisite [Nas] In the crib, two bricks of coke, liquor and dope Pretty Hawaian bitches who eat choch and deep throat Same niggaz that get down, remember them California style, yeah I went back again But much wiser, 'cause these guys are Leave you up shits creek and won't lose sleep So while we pack the heat, I got the heckler and koch My man got the dot, five-oh block It's like the movies shots as niggaz watch But the American version East coast, west coast as we connect these curtains 'Cause we ain't scared to buck, step on the Timbs and Chuck's Is gonna happen, gun clappin, remember that Now we on the soothern part of the map Houston, party of the year, everybody there Texas, no guestlist, only real players allowed Me and my dudes make out rounds *Yall must be crazy* [Chorus: Quan] [Quan] VA game spittin, platinum grill grinnin Chrome rims spinnin, with wood grain glistenin Any amount we sippin, passion for thugs livin Free, fresh and out of prison Flexin that new edition Good grain gettin, shit and lovin the feelin Bobby Womack singin, Marisa Rings gleaming Hat cocked duce, puffin the quarter loosely Poppin the bottle and tippin fifth of that to goosey Shinnin for Swill and Halle, smokin for Lil' Shawney Still reppin Bad Newz, and all my soldiers for me Enjoy some better days, dispute burdens I carry See cousin hookin money, for God momentary Floss every chance I get, spread love freely Still spittin gangsta shit, 'cause the streets need me Still got that mack with me, for niggaz actin silly still pimpin gangsta pretty, reppin in every city [Chorus: Quan] [Cassidy] Yeah, I pray every day for a better life I think it's gon' get better but it's like I'm never right Make about it Christ, I'm on both of my knees There's no hope, that why I'm smokin the trees Damn, all for the chees, I lost both of my mans That's why this toast is in the both of my hands Damn, and I'll sell coke and birds 'fore I go to work I go to the Range more than I go to church My whole mentality twisted, but this reality isn't it I ain't tryin to be fatality listed And yo reverend, gettin dough is like goin to heaven And goin to jail, like goin to hell But before I go in the grave, I'll go in the cell Just send my son mo' dough in the mail Oh well, but I got god on my side so I'm beatin the case This life crazy but I'm keepin the faith [Chorus: Quan] |
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this for the grown and sexy (Mario- grown and sexy) x4
- if you down with me than im down with you ill lay a nigga down if he fuck around with you and if you ride with me then ima ride with you if you stick by my side ima provide for you and if you there for me ill be there for you through the laughter and tears ill care for you and if you roll with me then ima roll with you bee your friend till the end and grow old with you boo peep it tho im a pimp and i keep a ho i met this little freak like a week ago yo im on the aveniue and she was walking by while im coming out the store with a bag or two i woulda passed on her but momie had an ass on her that will have you spendin cash on her i moved fast on her im like cmere boo cuz she was nice from her shoes to her hair doo her braclet was bright she had jewl in her ears too the type that you might make your wife in a year or two yeah boo you oficially nice thas why im trying to get witchu tonight ima hit you ightt (mario) hey misssyyyy (your so sexy) can we hang, i wana show you how I(do my thang) come and get you, i just wanna kick it with you now when i got to the spot i was rinigin her phone like im thinking bout bringin you home but thats aint what its all about unless thas what you make it about i aint pressed im jsut taking you out listen, get your hairs done, get your nails fixed do all a that and call me back on the cell sis i aint the hell rich but ima stil fill you with champain, stuff you with shellfish lobster, regatone vucachia this lifestyles only for mobsters i got ya we going to the dinner spot round ten oclock ima drive by beep the horn then spin the block (Mario) Let me know if your down to roll with me (repeat chorus twice) now when we went to dinner at 8 right but its the late night im tryna see what her face like she aint the first date type she got class but you dealing with the b dot cass, yahear that got off the turnpike she like that with an herrb bag i reached in my pocket and got it like hold up i passed her a ? and a dutchie like roll up something came to me i made a u-eyy you know what? you playing games ma, and ima playa rite but i aint playing when i say you should stay the night im saying like if i aint poppin you off or getting topped at the bus stop im droppin you off Yuppp (Mario) Let me know if your down to roll with me (repeat 4 times fade out) (cassidy speaking) cassidy, move over huhhh |
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Do my ladies run this muthfuckah, smoke somethin' tonight, drink somethin' tonight
Do my thugs run this muthfuckah, who fuckin' tonight, is you fuckin' to night Somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah Whoa..my flow too dangerous, so yall might as well hang it up..yup..yup 'Cause I'll flip it and change it up, wit' tha slang switched tha language up guess what, I left wit' this chididid she was thididid got my freak on and got my john lididid all in tha rididid, tha broad strididid took her thong off and put gloss on her lididips she on tha chididib Im gettin' slididibed 'bout to bang out in her mouth tryna drididoff Im like, hold up, wait a minuete, Its no rush, Ima get way up in it we goin' tah yah crididib to do a bididid and Ima hit like I just did a bididid and have fittedone wit yah tiddidone after I get it on my mouth said swiddidon Whoa Whoa...hold up..hold up... (Chorus) Do my ladies run this muthfuckah, smoke somethin' tonight, drink somethin' tonight Do my thugs run this muthfuckah, who fuckin' tonight, is you fuckin' to night Somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah Whoa..my flow too dangerous, so yall might as well hang it up..yup..yup 'Cause I'll flip it and change it up, wit' tha slang switched tha language up Ima vee-i-ishle play tha strip on my gree-i-isle I stay wit' tha peei-istol on my hip And I stay wit' a clip full of mee-i-isles Grey wrist braclet full of cree-i-istles I'll leave you cree-i-ipeled 'cause I be shootin' tha tech like when tha ref be blow tha wee-i-istle but I do some B.I wit' you if you be blowin' yah nose and I aint talkin' 'bout wit' tee-i-issue my weed green like a pee-i-ickle hop off tha G-4 hop in tha G-Knee-I-ickel Had to throw 24's on tha vee-i-hickle And my smile get a broads hard knee-i-ipples Whoa Whoa...hold up..hold up... (Chorus) Do my ladies run this muthfuckah, smoke somethin' tonight, drink somethin' tonight Do my thugs run this muthfuckah, who fuckin' tonight, is you fuckin' to night Somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah Now you know Ima ladies man..nah Im talkin' 'bout.. Maybach mercades man..nah Im talkin' 'bout.. My watch cost 80 grand..nah Im talkin' 'bout.. Im gettin' that gravy man..nah Im talkin' 'bout.. Yeah I used to slang on tha strip..nah Im talkin' 'bout.. Me, sing bing and tha clique..nah Im talkin' 'bout.. Now tha whole world singin' my shhhh..nah Im talkin' 'bout.. I can serve ayething that I get..nah Im talkin' 'bout.. And you can be a rider but stay in yah lane, 'cause words in my five I aint playin' no games, if its drama Im sprayin' them things..nah Im talkin' 'bout.. Cats cant stop sayin' my name..nah Im talkin' 'bout.. 'Cause Im hot right now..nah Im talkin' 'bout.. I cant be stopped right now..nah Im talkin' 'bout.. Look at tha charts, Im on top right now..nah Im talkin' 'bout.. Tha kid got it on lock right now..nah Im talkin' 'bout.. (Chorus X2) Do my ladies run this muthfuckah, smoke somethin' tonight, drink somethin' tonight Do my thugs run this muthfuckah, who fuckin' tonight, is you fuckin' to night Somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah |
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Yeah
Cassidy Huh This one of my joints for the ladies man [Hook - Cassidy (Woman)] Lift up ya shirt, let me see ya bellybutton girl You got a belly ring, show ya bellybutton girl (I'm not impressed by the money and the bling Show me respect and then I'll show you my belly ring) Lift up ya shirt, let me see ya bellybutton girl You got a belly ring, show ya bellybutton girl (Boy you my type and I like to do my thing Treat me right, I'll show you what's under my belly ring) [Verse 1] Ain't nothing funny bout this money I be touching girl I get the cheese, if you need it, then it's nothing girl You might not know me, but I know if we was fucking girl You would get blazed like the haze I be puffing girl Kissing and hugging girl, licking and sucking girl Ya body is the truth and you cute as a button girl And you know I sold rock and I be hustlin girl The pot I got on my stove top is not stuffing girl You might not think that I'm the one to put ya trust in girl But I won't break ya heart for nothing, I ain't bluffing girl I think you got a crush on me, I see you blushing girl I got you tempted cause I'm smooth as David Ruffin girl [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm the kid from the telly with R. Kelly man And I'm a ass, I'm a titty, I'm a belly man I play them low like when I'm sittin on Pirelli's man I'm blowing up so they be blowing up my celly man Doing they gully dance, showing they belly man It can't be jam because they shake it like it's jelly man And it's some girls that probably never even wanted one Till they heard the song and then they went and got they stomach done Ya belly ring on bling, let ya belly floss Just go bezerk, lift up ya shirt, show ya belly off It's eye candy for the guys and it's fly mami And you might like it if you try, don't be shy mami [Hook] [Verse 3 (Woman)] And I know it some women who don't have a belly ring It's okay, ay, ay (okay, ay, ay) Cause you can go to the store and get yourself a belly ring Today, ay, ay (Today, ay, ay) On the radio, the TV, even the press Women get their bellybuttons pierced, even they breasts You supposed to cloth yourself, not expose yourself But when this song come on, they can't control theyself They be doing they thizzle y'all, making it wiggle y'all I got 'em shaking and bouncing it like the dribble y'all You know the izzle y'all, I'm off the hizzle y'all For shizzle my nizzle, I love my nigga Swizzle y'all Cause he the cat that make the tracks, I'm the cat that's rapping I'm back in action, and I'm bout to get it crack-a-lacking I'm that boy, you can be that bitch So if you got ya belly pierced, let me see that sis, just [Hook 2x] |
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| 11. |
| 2:52 |
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intro: they ready for the kid to say lay yeah
this the boy cassidy man and im feelin like a red nose that we just let outta the cage man, im ready to bite any one of u niggas at any given moment( get em) verse 1 my shit is the truth i get in the booth and start spittin like im missin a tooth u listenin dude im grippin the coop liftin the rippin sip the orange juice mixed wit the goose wit shots of the yat i got gats that can lift up a moose stay wit the biscuit to shoot like im bishop and juice i get more bitches than luke when i run the block fiends scream i want a rock i want a rock im writtin a curbe bitin the herb and i got a nice price on the birds u might could get served you come wit the dough ill come wit the blow but if u dont come wit the change i'll come wit them thangs run up on you wit the gun in the dickie the calicoe hold a hundred and fifty u wanna get busy come get me i'll bury u cats cuz i'll wife the knife and i marry my gats hook get em get em get em get em get cass(4x) verse 2 a yo my flow sick i need a anneistermean both of my wrists gleam and my fish just as mean its blue but its see through like listerene i get the cream on the strip fuckin wit the fiends so go and get ya team and i'll get em all smoked like a stick of nocatine or a nick of green and i dont talk to these hoes like im mr bean i just let em mop me off get a mt clean and i might pop her off if the chick is mean i got some stories i can tell to sell a chick a dream i let her sip a little liquor let her hit the green then imma unbutton her blouse and unzip her jeans and merk that ass hurt that ass cass show u how to work that ass and i aint wit my boy kells in the hotel no more im on the strip makin sells fish tail galore hook im still actin a fool packin a tool go back to the dude i was before the plaques and the jewels i dont feel right if i aint strapped with the tool but give me a gat and im cool like the mack or the uz and i'll clap at u dude i aint scrappin u dudes im highlightin i aint fightin i got ratchets to use i have cats like damn yo what happened to dude listen homey if im hungry you get jacked for yo food im back on the move back on the grind im a natural born hustler i just happen to ryhme who woulda ever thought ill be the cat to get signed but life hard and predictin shit happen sometimes cats jackin my lines takin my style but aint no perpatraitors allowed if u die then u cant testify when i take it to trial u can hate it i'll just take it and smile mothafucka hook |
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| 12. |
| 3:36 |
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(cassidy and raekwon talking over the phone)
(Raekwon)-yo cass what up son (Cass)-whats goin on playboy, how it looking over there -You know I got me a good one and all that -Ohh ok ok -You know I got me something lovely too you know how we do -You know how we like em super official -All day if it aint officail I aint fucking with it -Thats rite son -Yeah hahh lets do this (Mashonda singing hook) So many nights I felt like crying, cant get you off my mind, All this time I felt like dying, your so hard to find So I, gotta move on, Guess I, gotta stay strong, And I, gotta keep it goin, so long, so long (Cassidy) Its usually the beauty that attracts me, But perhaps she was the rite person, Her personality made me happy, And thats why I pursued her, Im a dude that makes manuvers, If I chose her than shes whipped cuz my dick as long as a ruler, She may be kind of crazy, Its cool as long as I school her, Im smooth as grand puba and I can charm a computer, For us to conversate all it takes to make an impression, Like a teacher lecturing, When I speak, she taking lessons, But every time we argue and fight I feel like Im dying, I feel like crying, To tell you the truth you feel like Im lying, But Ima move longer and stronger as ever without you, I could do better, but I could never forget about you girl Mashonda singing hook (Raekwon) Ay yo, I laced you with the girl braclets when you were young, Doing your thing you want the M5 I buy you the buinesses, Queen of the temple with the scent of a lemon, All of the linnen, Shit at the time Im just reserving your ? With all that long hair, Sexy wear, Walk in your von gear, We at the palm, you all up under my arm wear, We shopping, embracing you with locks and glocks, And tims, flying from Africa yo back to the block, You just a siddolger, thats why your ones is ozzed up, Cuz when I needed you, you never get frozzed up, A laced out lady with taste, I gotta just kiss your face, Keep your nigga grounded, these are the brakes, one.. Mashonda singing hook (Cassidy) Without us being close its depressing, They say nobody perfect, But honey-roasted complection is close to perfection, Plus she gotta body that could prolly turn a gay man straight, To stay in shape mammi started taking karate, So while she get it in the gym running the treadmill, Im running from feds still, Keep one in the head still, I be remenicen boo, Missing you, thats being real Cuz you nice in the bed and you nice with the head skills, You awfly fine, I cant get you off my mind, I aint frontin yeah I lost it dime, But you crossed the line and ain't follow directions, You gone, getting back togethers out of the question, I moved on......... Mashonda singing hook then fade |
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| 6:26 |
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(Cassidy)
Jyeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the hustla and i brought 2 of my niggas with me and we about to shut the industry down hey yo weezy lets get it poppin (Lil Wayne) Hit me, F**k that shit its the southside got a fat dick in your mouth wide i from to take it outside naw do it right here how bout later on get on everybody home you f**kin with weezy f baby please say the baby ridin with your bitch got keys on the lady triple gold Deez Vogue tires on the whip young Carters sliding out im flyer then the whip yeee higher then an angel or hotter then the devil the pot or kettle uh the metal let 'em burn like ursher but worser if its any beef i come Ron like mercer word up eagle street up throwin my curve up we take your ice cream and turn you into shurbut i got flow im like sure but if its bout doh im like sure nuff im from the bird bunch birdman J.R. you niggas burn luch i see your lips moving but i aint heard much you see the wrist movin it looks like pure punch i hear them player hatin but i dont endure such i got the escalade guts like a tour bus i got the styrafome poured up with syrup and in the tires is where the packages gone My, it's been a good year with these firestones i spit like Maya's poems poem and chromas For the buya's chromosomes i got somas i got vikadine's, valiums i aint stoppin Got powder heroin X oxycotton And thats how we rockin hot when u hear that bop unless im beboppin jyeah skip when you hear dat clip cash money nigga im that shit weezy baby (Cassidy) thats what im talkin bout now fab spit at these niggas and let 'em know why that aint f**kin with you (Fabolous) god damn right im feelin my self a chauffer no sir im willing my self lookin for a chick chillin for self so i could show her the suicides and talk her into killin herself im havin problems dealin with wealth but you wouldnt understand until u get a million yourself you niggas must of got a deal for your health your cd is frozen food it just chill on the shelf i spend big at any time i could start splurgin the twin sigs open chest like a heart surgen and im button up im chest a blue collar crook but i keep a stack thich as few college books i got a new polished look and 20 dime bitches to show y'all niggas how my 2 dollars look the boy got at least 6 digits on so the guns gotta be at least migit long the money is like 10 bridges long i throw bread around just to turn pigeons on i got some good smoke just for puffers the 2 gram 20's make the husltas suffer plus its fluffa then a cotton ball ive gotten calls wantin me to put the pot in malls but nowadys you cant put it pass them i got a dan marino arm im bout to throw sum bullets pass em and the niggas in the hood keep quotin ma lines i dont jump ships i keep floatin in mine long as i keep totin im fine ima hav these dick suckin niggas deepthroatin the nine i jumped in the england ship benz n whip its terminator two chrome the engines diff im readin scripts tho not the penmanship the box office shit a box office bitch jessica alba kirsten dunce n still make a mill on a first in months these dudes be the first to front till they family n frens is in limos they in hurs in front im in the top position i could make u a proposition im in a hard top waitin on a drop edition the hell with the patients ima send a nigga down under like Australian vacations (Cassidy) ye it is wat it is, ma niggas jus kilt y'all and ima close the casket im tryin not to let this industry get the best of me y'all i work hard for the fame the game stressin me y'all all they do is complain what the expect from me y'all from the hood to hollywood they respectin me y'all n even over seas they acceptin me y'all all the ladies show me love the thugs reppin me y'all i got alot of dirty money so expect me to ball but im savin all my checks im investin them all they say what goes up is goin definatily fall even the stars plus success is ma destiny y'all look i cook tracks i got the recipe y'all you cant name another cat that could mess with me y'all at the shows all the hoes be molestin me y'all i got broads cryin tryin to get next to me y'all i got broads cravin begging to hav sex wit me y'all screamin cass you dont kno how sexy you are and im happy im alive god blessin me y'all and all the problems that arive its god testin me y'all so i pray everyday but i aint prayin too much 'cause i be sinnin everyday so i aint prayin enough and we callin compete and i aint sayin im tough but if its beef i dont speak i aint sayin wassup if its beef when we meet then im sprayin shit up prraat prraat i aint sayin too much and thats that 'cause that cat u embrassin wit luv might clap that gat 'cause he got hate in his blood keep ur friens at a distance and your enemies close 'cause the folks you call frens tend to envy the most some cats will hang themself if u giv 'em a rope burn a bridge and dont give them a boat let 'em sink sometimes you gotta give them some time to let them think but sometime you gotta give them the nine and let 'em stink you cant bring any horse to the pond n let em drink i'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink 'cause soon as ur eyes shut them niggas will ride up and the guys that you trust will be gettin u tied up and y'all gotta die but i aint ready to leave thats why even if its petty ill be ready to squeeze well for ya cheddar your cheese your guack or mula i'll pop the Ruger send dat hot shit threw ya like BOO-YA dats the sound when the pound bustin ooh ah you'll be layin on the ground sufferin clown is nothin to pull out n blast you i try to only resourt to violence if i have to but man niggas out here aint playin fair so before the odds even im leavin im layin there and i aint even plaiyn believe what i'm sayin here so before this shit get furtha ur click get murdered and thrown in a whole in the grass for tryin to play that thug role ill stomp a mud roll in ya ass and this cass nigga im that sick full surface nigga im that shit, Bitch |
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| 14. |
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It's a real bad time for black celebrities, they lockin everybody up:
Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, R. Kelly, OJ Simpson, Mike Tyson, Kobe Bryant, Jay-Z, Mystikal, P. Diddy, Allen Iverson, Snoop Dogg, DMX, Styles P, Shine, Beanie Segal, Lil' Kim. [Hook:] Is it because I'm Black Is it because I'm Black When you black you got to hustle, got to struggle and strive. And not every cat that goes through that struggle survive. But he got to stay stronger and keep the struggle alive. They say the struggle died, I say the struggle revived. My profession is going through oppression. That's why I'm so stressed and Im working with no rest, and no question ima fight for yall cause I don't like it yall, we make half as much as them, we workin twice as hard yall. It aint fair sometimes you seein heaven signs, I aint Pharaohcon But I got knowledge and I'm sharing mines. I swear its time to be aware that they fear you mind, and they fear your heart. You want to change heres the start. I'm tired of watching cops outline my peers and yall, I'm trying to make a move, I'm not trying to make the news. They say the consequences worst when we break the rules. To get back and right you got to make a sacrifice. [Hook:] Is it because I'm Black Is it because I'm Black We got some problems we need solve, heres our chance to get them handle. Just take the boycott in Alabama for example. They stop ridin the bus till they address their affairs. And they ended segregation in less then a year. So imagine what our status if we made a contribution, we'll probably be able to change the constitution. I cant see no other kind of solution we deserve our reparation, its time for a revolutions. I'm a step ahead of Satan, I read it in Revelation. Forget your reputation, lets make it a better nation, cause they trying to cage us in, make us slaves again, eventually its meant to be the new plantation, the penitentiary. For centuries they had a plan we let them executed, everyday another brother getting executed. And all our artist getting arrested I aspect improvement. It's a message in the music, I suggest you use it. [Hook:] Somebody tell me what can I do. Will I survive or will I die On the streets its hard to survive. Why, is it because I'm black, Hot Shot got rock, I cant bring my cousin back. Five-hundred thousand sold, gold, yeah it wasn't platinum, but Clyde gave me another try, cause I wasn't whack. And now im buzzin back, yeah I got my budget back. Renegotiating got a mil to do a dozen tracks. Yea I'm eatin only reason is because I rap, my homies eatin only reason is because of crack. They cant get a job so them niggas quick to rob, quick to steal, quick to kill, grip the steal, quick to ride. Malcolm X, Martin Luther King we cant forget them guys. These politician, hypocrites they got us hypnotize. That why I kiss rick, why, we got to lift our eyes. Cause if we keep'em close they just goin keep control. And hold our sisters and brothers in the pen and we was born guilty cause the color of our skin. |
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| 4:10 |
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Nigga ask about me nigga ask about me
Nigga ask about me nigga ask about me I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm so nice I'd bet my life I guess I got gambling problems You scramblers can't handle the problems, STOP, I win a lot When I bet so I spend a lot, the rocks on my neck they weigh more Than a cinder block, to move forward I had to guard and defend the Rock and I got more blocks than synagogue, Shaq start to get loud when I send the shots, hit this drama I'm like Douma you dinner opp Cause you's not no contender opp, I make um sick to they gut when I Pick up the pen and jot, I grind on summer hustle all winter opp You working wit a burger to, you still a beginner opp They bring in chips in when I cock, Scarface died of a 14/5 I give 'em 10 a watt, lets get around break it down get 10 a rot My clip switch is at 6 and 10 o'clock, I workin with the raw thug And I be in the spot, you working with the law thug you should of Been a cop, I don't care if you've been shot been to the pen or not Pussy I'll pull it, give you A bullet in a box I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey You a bitch ass nigga, snitch ass nigga, I'm the type to get cash Quick fast nigga, Cass is a rich ass nigga, I got it on smash I make Hits and your shit trash nigga, naw you ain't hot at all, so when the Media asks if I fuck wit a lot of y'all I'm like not at all, the last Cat I heard rapping I knotted off, so I ain't fucking with nothing If I'm not involved, My one liners make rhymers need tylenol, and I've Been sick with the hook since I wrote Got it off, for kissin Eve, I Flip the keys, I got 20's of the Christmas trees with no sticks and Seeds, that'll get you higher than a muthafucka, I'm a pretty type guy Flyer than a muthafucka, I'm a hustler wit time and a plan, When I Perform its more than 2000 in the stands, I been getting thousands to The grams, that's why I'm on the cover of the Source with 10,000 in My hand, the reason I be smiling for my fans, is because I ain't Trying lose my deal like I'm Dylon from The Band, man, these niggaz Acting like thugs, but they ain't never squeeze, these niggaz Acting like bloods its cuz they ain't never bleed, we all thugs I'm A better breed and you can't say that I don't come back to the hood Cuz I ain't never leave, and shit change, shit the same wit this Cheddar cheese, I just cop betta coke and smoke betta weed, I'm single So I get the hoes that I want, I had the #1 single and went gold In a month what you want I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey |
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