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from Ades - Chasse a L'homme (2009)
Cassidy
J'suis sobre comme un gun vide Ivre comme un homme libre J'lis entre les lignes Delivre pour mes pots d'cuivre Faut suivre et survivre dans cette jungle Le delire c'est d'jamais s'plaindre L'oeil du tigre eclaire par l'absinthe Et dire qu'le delire detruit les plus forts clans, vite construire man T'as compris l'delire Pire pour un empire tu trahirais ton pire ami Dont j'garde proches mes pires ennemis Dans cette pyramide c'qui m'guide c'est ma weed et mon instinct J'fonctionne dans l'intant Etre le plus rapide man ca sert a rien Ya pas d'bons a rien Du coup j'm'envole j'fais un bete de bond aerien Refrain (Ades) (x2) Bang bang Eh mec ya la police dans la ville Bang bang Un cadavre etait le king dans leur ville Bang bang Encore une victime de nos crimes Bang bang T'es mort enterre vite par ta mif Ades Si tu cites pas mon nom connard Vas niquer ta mere J'fais du rap pour les gangsters Qui ont les nerfs a la taulard Tu peux pas aimer c'que j'fais si t'es plutot Star Ac' Moi j'apporte la 19eme bastos et la mate ya foule la Ouais j'vais nulle part la preuve j'suis partout Mon atout c'est les coups d'gun et le rap de batard Viens pas m'chercher c'est moi qui viens a toi Toc toc j'suis deja la avec 2 minutes de retard Cassidy Tu joues les cailleras mais t'as pas de liates Pas d'gun j'traduis pas d'flingue Essuies mes fringues un canon qui t'penetre en 5-5 T'as les oreilles en sang le cerveau enceinte Laisse des traces comme mon sperme sur ton t-shirt Si j'te heurte man c'est normal car j'suis felle Si j'ai pas mis d'manix pour baiser l'rap alors Alors viens pas m'faire la morale Un son qui t'saigne le trou d'balle Comme ce son d'timballe Dans ton ??? anal T'inquietes je??? au mental Ades Le rap n'appartiens qu'aux fous Ok j'suis psychiatre A moi tout seul j'suis du C4 J'viens exploser chez vous J'arrive a fond la caisse Pour cartonner made in 19 N'oublies pas ca viens d'chez nous Un son pour les taulards Apres c'boucan d'???ard Tu rigoles nous on te droite pour accompagner l'molard Mon rap est libre aujourd'hui il respire Il fait des pompes il en a fait au mitard Refrain (Ades) (x2) Bang bang Eh mec ya la police dans la ville Bang bang Un cadavre etait le king dans leur ville Bang bang Encore une victime de nos crimes Bang bang T'es mort enterre vite par ta mif |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story (Intl Explicit Version (Not Connected)) (2008)
I don't have no one, but me myself and I, listen, I gotta get some work done man, I ain't come in the studio just to chill, na na, this nigga swizz just flew out, this nigga ne yo sleep, so I'm a go over to this mp and see if I can come up with my own track to keep it movin' yea let me try that, aight, find these drums, yea this knockin, yea that's crazy right there, yea, I'm feelin that, ok, let me add these high hats, ok, I think I'm gettin the hang out of this joint man, aight, I'm a make this beat myself man, now let me add this scratch, ok and the crash, breakdown, add this 808 drum and get it knockin a lil bit more, that's crazy, I'm feeling this track right here man, all I gotta do is spit somethin crazy, it's a wrap...
[verse 1:] I'm in the zone all by myself, I'm alone all by myself I'm on my own, But homes I could set the tone myself, And make the track that I could rap on myself I wrote the rap myself, did the track myself, went in the booth produced that myself, I did the bass did the claps myself, did the drums snares and the high hats myself, uh I play each sound I'm banging out beats now, the only one with heat now holdin the streets down, I paint pictures everybody could see but besides god I ain't got nobody but me... [hook: x2] I'm in the zone all by myself I'm alone all by myself, But I don't need nobody else, but me... and god... [verse 2:] I wanna thank my fans, good lookin for the mail, Cause I was goin through it when they put me in the jail, they put me in the cell, just me and the rats, and my relationship with god is what kept me relaxed, DA will say anything except for the facts, and they had alot of evidence except for the gats, Before they prove you guilty they will treat you like a criminal, they tried to give me first degree they said it was intentional, I had to get shit together on my own, the media was talkin like I'm never comin home, me and my mother used to talk together on the phone, she said keep your faith and you will beat this case, yup [hook x2] [verse 3:] I gotta clique that'll grip steel for me, I gotta squad that'll ride that'll kill for me, But I argue and fight with my own mother, and now a days you can't even trust your own brother, So make sure you keep your enemies the closest to you, cause your friends will the ones who put the toasters to you, that's why u gotta watch your surroundins, cause niggas that can swim love watchin you drownin, so only real niggas chill with me, but ain't nobody gonna pay my bills but me, see, you might got a crew that can help, but if you want it done right u gotta do it yourself [hook x2] |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story (Intl Explicit Version (Not Connected)) (2008)
Cassidy
E-V-E And Bone Thugs [x4] [Cassidy:] Yo to get the cash I get the mask My trigga finga itch so I'm quick to blast I'm quick to spaz I'll strip ya ass Put a bullet in the clip and come get ya ass Nigga this bones an mista cass Niggas on my dick like you with them cats Niggas never heardd me spit this fast got niggas on the strip if you hit the glass (yo switch it cas) I can change the flow Yo you the type of cat that give my name to po po You a rat, you a lame with no doe Push ya weight back when I bang the fo fo I grip it and blast for it Nigga you can get it if you ask for it I can spit it in fast fowardd (or I can go it slower) Chop and screw it Had the whole midwest rockin to it Had the whole ddown south snappin to it Get the whole east coast back into it I'm the cat to do Whole west coast gone bang to this I ddo this for my niggas with cain to pitch They never should have let me get the hang of this Now I spit game so dangerous I'm amazin homes When I raise the chrome Put the laza on then blaze the chrome Thou shall never fuck with lazy bone Can't forget wish and crazy bone And bes believe that if you fuck with eve I'm gonna kill you I rep to the def F to the s man it don't get no reala [Chorus: x2] I'm a tell you like a nigga told me I'm a tell you like a nigga told me I'm a tell you like a nigga told me Cash rulez everything around me [Krayzie Bone:] Niggas better listen to the warnin Run up on a nigga he die Can't find him till the mornin Believe me ain't scared to put it on ya Leave you in a feild in califonia Nigga make money, get money, big money Casue when a motha fucka broke ain't shit funny Betta believe Cash rule everything around me So don't bring yo broke ass around me Spitta Nigga wigga? For the scrilla Killa Dolla billa And in the middle of the drama I'm gonna be goin inside of ya pocket For the profit So drop it Nigga this cas and bone Light up some hash and pass the chrome Any nigga with a missunderstandin gone get handled And that's for sho [Wish Bone:] Nigga shut it down We ddont fuck around If a nigga disrespect make him lay ddown You can get it in the street And I'm raised up Nigga lay face ddown Nigga give me that shit What I'm posed to do When a nigga ridde through With his moneyy I want itt What I'm tryin to say been doin this stuff Fake niggas ddt want ittt Hit hard drop a body guard You don't want what's over here Nigga betta watch ya braud Cause she ?? Andd we will bring it over there Nigga this bone and cas who can fuck with that Ain't no body gone rat we no that Make a nigga bow down Cut him all in the face His hole camp on hush Nigga that's our ways [Chorus] [Lazy Bone:] Betta give me my money man I ain't runnin games Me an lil cas like one in the same We want it, we need it you betta believe it An if you ain't got it we got it mann I ain't askin twice I never been that nice No niggas been killed for a game of dice He come short on the dept and he paid the price Stayin at home with a safety light Choose to gamble Mista ramble Nigga like that get made example I'm a tell you like a biggy sample Come short on the ddope Get ya contract canceled I'm out sidde first with pleny of amo This full surface nig hard to handle Nigga run up betta bet he get dismantled Got him glues to the tank? can't change the chanel [Eve:] I was born to be a rich bitch Can't ever block me from this though Nigga riddiculous Ya you see me Earned this head to toe Nigga witness You can't stop me pop on the jet head to paris for a hour Jus to cop me a dress You call it crazy Well I call it life And I'm makin sure I'm all good Nigga it's hard to rich fuck broke I remember that bein in the hood And I ain't never goin back Fuck that Got to much of what I want and need Ya you hatas we love you hate it Cassidy bones and eve [Chorus] |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story (Intl Explicit Version (Not Connected)) (2008)
(feat. John Legend)
[Intro and rapping: Cassidy] I used to pump dimes, now I spit punchlines I'm tired of cats tryin' to rap cus they want shine I be writing to enlighten those that was once blind This political warfare, and I'm on the front line I'm a soldier who grew to be a general, but generals is soldiers too (true) And I'm willing to do what soldiers do, but you know an animal can't control a zoo (uh uh) And I always been a leader, I control my crew. You gotta school other dudes tryin' to roll with you. And I'm getting more mature, I'm gettin' older too, but I'mma rock till it's over like Hova do. And I don't tell lies like most of you, I really did sell piles, held toasters too. I might exaggerate a little but it's mostly true, and the truth come to the light like it's supposed to do. Get the obituary ready, get the Reverend, my old style died, and went to punchline heaven. You cats know that that's my flow, I'm a legend, big up John Legend for doing the song. Ay, wanwan Kayne, I ain't a Juvenile, but I been on the grind-yee, I had a murder case, I was facin some time-yee, but that's somethin' small to a giant like Andre, And they was talkin' 'bout givin' me life, ya'll but I knew I was leavin' for belivin' in Christ, Ya'll, you could live it up, but don't give up the fight, ya'll, we elevatin, so we celebratin the night, ya'll. Hang on lil' girl, soon all your troubles will be gone lil' girl, sometimes you probably wish you wasn't born lil' girl, But God know what he doin', lil' girl (uh huh), so keep fightin. And hang on lil' man, you can't quit now, keep goin' lil' man, sometimes you probably wish you wasn't born lil' man, But God know what he doin' lil' man (uh huh), so keep fightin. [Outro] |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story (Intl Explicit Version (Not Connected)) (2008)
[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game When it's gone come back, come back? I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap Man I done been there and done that Let's move on [Verse 1:] Damn I used to love this rap shit (I used loved it) When it was on some gold robe, cane, gold hat shit Now every rapper on some bust the gat shit Cut that crack shit Fuck that wack shit Public Enemy was on some power to black shit Rap cats need to get back on that shit (real talk) They need to try switchin they flows Cause all of our women ain't bitches and hoes And er'y rapper out got a brick on the stove And wrists all frooze, and whip on roads To hear that, I can listen to Hov You bullshittin then you gettin exposed [Hook: x2] Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game Whens it's gone come back, come back? I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap Man I done been there and done that Let's move on [Verse 2:] Yo what happened to the game? All these niggas rappin the same and that's lame (that's lame) Cats hustlin, bustin they gat Curtis Blow never talked about hustlin crack (noooo) Yo, Evrybody on the grind But Run DMC never killed nobody in a rhyme They wasn't on that beef shit And Melle Mel was the first one to talk that street shit Ever since NWA came out Cats turned gangsta and took that same rout (man) Ya hear that I could listen to Pac You bullshitin the mission'll stop [Hook: x2] Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game When it's gone come back, come back I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap Man I done been there and done that Let's move on [Verse 3:] I don't even listen to rap now (nope) It make my head hurt when I listen to cats now It sound like they all rhymin in one booth So take the industry n put them all in one group Since they all on the same page We should be able to boo them dudes off the same stage (boooo) For real, I still love this rap shit Even though the A wanna whip that snap shit Even though the Bay wanna rip that hyphy When I get on the mic niggas still gone like me The head crack[? ], you can listen to me You bullshitin you ain't sicker than me [Hook: x2] Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game When it's gone come back, come back? I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap Man I done been there and done that Let's move on |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story (Intl Explicit Version (Not Connected)) (2008)
[Chorus: Cassidy]
It's a blessin that I'm even alive It's a reason that I'm breathin, I believe there's a God Hey... look what he done for me Look-look-look, look-look-look, look what he done for me Hey; some people choose not to believe But I pray e'ry day when I drop to my knees I say - look what you done for me Look-look-look, look-look-look, look what you done for me [Cassidy:] Hey! I wake up e'ry day and say thank you When I'm floatin off course then the Lord is my anchor I know you feelin me ain'tcha? When I kill time with my son that's keepin it gangster I'm done beefin cause I'm eatin I feel bein a father to my son that's keepin it real (I'll) And I'm the one providin at home So I can't leave my seed to survive on his own, NOOO~! No, it's not optional man That's why I maneuver through the obstacles man And, I watch for the snakes that's in the grass So I can stay alive and be a daddy to Cas [Chorus] [Cassidy:] Hey! I pray another rapper don't get shot Cause the media's gon' blame it on hip-hop Look at Big L, Soulja Slim and Big Pop' Jam Master Jay, the boy Proof and the kid 'Pac You and me gon' have to see to it the (shit) stop If not, they gon' bring rap to a pitstop Plus the hip-hop cops ain't a myth ock They'll love to sit you in the box if you slip ock You a big shot, you will get more time Look at C-Murder, Cool C and the boy Shyne Beans and Kim got a day and a year It's rules to the game and they ain't playin it fair, yeah [Chorus] [Cassidy:] Hey! God is good, God is great It's a reason that I'm breathin and it gotta be faith And I'm thankful that I'm eatin, there's a lot on my plate If the Lord wasn't watchin I'd be ridin upstate Hey, so I wake up e'ry day and say thank you When I'm floatin off course, then the Lord is my anchor I know you feelin me ain'tcha? See Christ died on the cross, that's keepin it gangster [Chorus] Hey! |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story (Intl Explicit Version (Not Connected)) (2008)
(feat. Angie Stone)
[Intro: Cassidy] Whose side are you leanin' on? I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side [Chorus: Angie Stone] Whose side are you leanin' on? I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side [x2] [Verse 1:] Here's a story about a youngin' that started off strugglin' He didn't like his life so he started off hustlin' He was doin good in the hood with the cane Whole hood knew his name, he had neighborhood fame Now he stays dressed up Just copped the fresh trucks Stepped his rep up, plus he stepped his connect up But guess what, he don't even mess with his old niggas They hatin' cause he makin' more money those niggas So one day when he was chillin on the block, dealin' rock Tryin' to make a killin' on the block Some dudes came, masks down, told him lay his ass down Then they blasts rounds and started fillin' him with shots He can't feel his legs, got grazed in his head yo He might be paralyzed but he could've been dead though He on his bed yo, prayin' to God If he survives that he promise to stay on his side [Chorus x2] Here's a story about a shorty chasin' the cream Her daddy was an inmate, her mommy was a fiend Her grandmoms old so she couldn't get control of her It was all love 'til the drugs took a hold of her First it was liquor then it was weed Then next came the wet then the syrup and V's, E's Oxy Contin, she poppin' them pills And if you got a couple dollars she'll hop in your wheel (For real) Until one day a nigga with paper Took her out, got her pilled up then he raped up Fam even had a camcorder and taped her As soon as her high faded, shorty felt violated So she stopped gettin' high all the damn time Only person she could talk to was her grandmom Now every Sunday she be goin' to church with her She leaned on the lord, now he startin' to work with her [Chorus x2] Here's a story about a young rapper named Cassidy He started off at 13, I mean he actually Signed his first deal when he was still goin' to high school 10th grade, way back then he was a fly dude He played by the rules, determined to get cake He started off battlin' and rippin' the mixtapes But he didn't take the same path that the rest do He dropped a debut that was highly successful That's when the respect came, that's when the checks came He realized life is like playin' a chess game Him and Swizz, they started makin' the next album They say when you make more money expect problems But the problem that he faced was unheard of They locked him up, no bail and charged him with murder But now he got his freedom restored And he livin' his dream that's why he leanin' on the side of the lord [Chorus x6] |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story (Intl Explicit Version (Not Connected)) (2008)
(feat. Shiz Lansky from Larsiny)
[Chorus:] To get away I got to pray that I'll Make some cheese and get out these crazy streets To get away I got to pray that I'll Make some gwop and get off this crazy block To get away I got to pray that I'll Make some cake and get out this crazy place To get away I got to pray that it'll Be all good if I get oout this crazy hood and I pray [Verse 1:] I pray everyday for a better life but it's never a night I ain't trying to get my cheddar right make it better christ I'm on both of my knees I"m trying to stop coppin' cope by the keys I'm sorry father but I got to keep a toaster to squeeze I be stressin' 'cause the blessings I'm supposed to recieve I ain't gettin' yo I'm supposed to succeed but I didn't yo I didn't know 'cause I was naive but now I'm gettin' dough my son gettin' plead I hit the stage and spit a flow I rip the show and make enough monet to but a brick of snowI get to travel to places you never get to go so I got to move from the block I'm a lot richer yo I'm a lot sicker yo I make hits quicker yo when I blaze the haze and mix it with the liquor yo niggaz know to get cake I need these streets so I'm a stay but I pray that I could leave these streets everyday [Chorus] [Verse 2:] For a life full of transgressions is heaven harder than inner are the roads to the pearly gates all for repenters is the harder the winter the harder the sinner lord I blow so much kush the answers hard to remember I knowI ought to go to church and pay my tides but I'd rather pay the hand I'm delt and wake my eyes and I drop to my knees and I pray my god that when you save my soul you save my squad 'cause they some viscious killas that'll spare no life they don't pray to our lie and they don't fear no christ so don't where no ice 'cause they'll run up and clap you dummy which proves my thoery the route to evil's the lack of money so that's the reason why I stack my monet I'm tryin to move from these streets and consentrate on this rapper money [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Man we supposed to be family and we all hood if we all could get money it'll be all good 'cause we all street but we all deep I'm tryin' to make more to make sure that we all eat until we all fall then we get fed then get bread we hustlin' to try to stop sufferin' yea I put my L in the air I got love for them and everyday I pray that they stop strugglin' for real [Chorus] |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story (Intl Explicit Version (Not Connected)) (2008)
Uh huh
uh huh uh huh uh huh chorus: if the DA ask me to tell i'm like uh huh they like u wanna go back to jail i'm likeuhhuh stay with the apes and co's i'm like uh huh i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh and thats that i will never ratuh huh verse 1: blow the fuckin whistle im on my fuckin grizzle tryin to make a dolla out a dime and a fuckin nickel i'll knuckle with ya but i got a couple pistols if they fuckin hit uu be dead or a fuckin cripple i'm just fuckin wit u i aint gone bust a pistol cuz i'm on parolle and i aint trying to get fuckin pickled i call my gat acrobat cuz it will fuckin flip u stuff u in a box like some fuckin tissue if you cats got nine lives i hope brought a couple wit u or you won't liveya relatives gone fuckin miss u if u rat i aint fuckin wit u i wouldn't even tell if i seen bin laden buying a fuckin missle if u a snitch i'll come and get u take ya life and the life of the rest of the mice runnin wit u if u pack gats then i'm fuckin wit u but if u live by the gun you gone die by the fuckin pistol (chorus)if the DA ask me to tell i'm like uh huh they like u wanna go back to jail i'm likeuhhuh stay with the apes and co's i'm like uh huh i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh and thats that i will never ratuh huh) verse 2: you aint a killa yet you aint a guerilla yet i bang like i'm at the range and you can be the silouette yea i'm still a threat u can still feel a heck the lead a put ya to bed cuz u soft like a pillow set u pussy's is sweet i'll put ya to sleep the bullets i put in the heat a put ya face on ya feet u can look in my face and see u facin defeat its basically beef dont let me see ya face in the street u better stand on the pavement u aint safe in the street im flippin weight in the street i get cake in the street so what u make in a year i can make in a week or probably a couple hours.. i'm gettin a couple dollars all i'm doin is takin a beat and then speakin the truth on it like dr.king with a speech man you snitches conversate with police but its a difference between a lake and a beach and a grape and a peach motherfucka chorus: if the DA ask me to tell i'm like uh huh they like u wanna go back to jail i'm likeuh huh stay with the apes and co's i'm like uh huh i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh and thats that i will never ratuh huh verse 3: i said u cats rat like the mask on ninja turtles i was being nice cuz u mice bout as big as gerbels lil hamster guiena pig type niggas who be givin information to the pigs with the quickness them kids snitches they'll try to ride against u then sign a sepina and testify against u go to jail never that take a deal never that squeal never that thats that i will never rat (chorus) (Thanks to chris for these lyrics) |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story (Intl Explicit Version (Not Connected)) (2008)
Did My Time In A County Jail
Just When Fiens Started Goin There And I Paied The Price For The Crimes I Did I'm A Innocent Man... misunderstood I'm A Innocent Man... just From The Hood I'm A Innocent Man... misunderstood I'm A Innocent Man... just From The Hood I Do The Damn Thing Bezzel And The Band Bling Sling Grams Spend 10 Grand On A Damn Ring I Run Philly, I Ain't Tryin Be The Damn King But The Damn Thing Can Get Pulled Like A Hamstring I Use To Hang With These Niggas From My Hood Mane Yea I Showed Them The World I Took Them Out The Hood Mane Yea It Cost Some Cahnge But It's All Good Mane Cause I Got Money To Burn Like Pack Woods Mane And We Was Smoking, Joking And Poppin Bottles Getting Open Storking Poking And Poppin Modles I Was Hoping That They Could Get Paper With Me But When I Start Gettin Cake They Start Hating On Me They Showed Up To The Crib That My Mother Was At, My Son Baby Mother And My Brother Was At And The Was Straped Acting Tuff And Start Busting The Gak And Th Protect My Family I Start Busting It Back... bllllllaaaaakkk Jail Vecios It's Hard To Be Paitencnt And Stay Strong When You Get Pictures Of Chicks Half Naked In They Thongs The Anticipation Be Makin The Days Long I Waited Cause I Just Gotta Make It Like Trey Songs My Lawyers Could'ntLoose The Prooved The D-a Wrong I Smilled At The Trial, Kept Cool And Stayed Clam I Waved At My Mom And Swolloed My Pride Man Them Guys On The Stand Brought Tears To My Eyes Man The Stuff They Was Disscussing Was Notheing But Lies Man They Said I Bust The Chrome At Homie That Died Man I Thought Them Lil Dudes Was Apart Of My Squad Man They Started Actin Up But They Musta Been High Man You See That I Ain't Shook From The Look In My Eyes Man But Being Booked Was A Blessing In Disquise Man I Needed Time To Get My Life Organized Man So Everything That Happend Was Part Of My Gods Plan Involentary Manslaughter Just Porole I Spanked The Murder Like A Bad Ass 6 Year Old I Knew That I Was Gone Be Rich Since I Was 6 Years Old Now I'm The Richest Rapper Under 26 Years Old So It's On Now, I'm Home Now It's A Celebration I Got My Drink And My 2 Step Cause I'm Elevating I'm Gettin Hela Cakin With The Number One Record But I'll Still Bust My Gun If You Come Test It... yea Change The Life... that I Live Got Me Living Fine... negative Is The Game... destroying Me? So I Pray To God That He Has My Seed Tea I'm A Innocent Man They Tried To Give Me The Death Penalty Or Life Witout The Possibility Of Porole But Thanks To God I'm Here Now And I Wanna Say Rest In Peace To Desmond Hawkins And I Wanna Give Respects Out To His Family Cause They Didn't Have Nothing To Do With It I Apologize But You Really Can't Knock Me For Riding For My Famliy Cause You Would Do The Same... fa Real |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story (Intl Explicit Version (Not Connected)) (2008)
[Announcer]
Ladies And Gentleman I'd like to welcome y'all here tonight You all 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 [Cass the Problem] It's the problem bitch [A] And in that corner is Cassidy the Hustla [Cass the Hustla] It's the hustler ask about me [Announcer] 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 man ad-libbing your shit I don't want your man ad-libbing your shit Touch mics let's go [Cass the Problem] I'm in the zone boy and I got the chrome boy I'll have blood gushing out your dome or 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'm 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 [Cass the Problem] What?! I told you this nigga wasn't f**kin with me you can't be serious [Announcer] Whoa whoa whoa break it up break it up battlers back to your corner [Corner Man] Look kid I told you this shit wasn't gonna be easy [Cass the Hustla] It's ain't gonna be hard [Corner Man] I told you this kid was a problem he not f**kin with you though [Cass the Hustla] He ain't no problem [Corner Man] 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 [Cass the Hustla] 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 MUTHAF**KER ASK ABOUT ME... ASK ABOUT ME PUSSY [Announcer] 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 [Cass the Problem] 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 [Announcer] Ok ok ok that's it that's it Cassidy the hustler you ready? It's your turn eight bars... let's go [Cass the Hustla] 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 [Announcer] 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 [Cass the Hustla] Geah it is what it is don't act surprise [Announcer] Okay kid what are you planning to do after this victory [Cass the Hustla] I mean you know keep getting money keep hustling keep doing what I do And if you bastards doubt me... |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story (Intl Explicit Version (Not Connected)) (2008)
Who's side are you leanin on?
Im leanin on the lord side I lean I lean I lean I lean Im leanin on the lord side 3x Heres a story bouta yungin dat started off strugglin He didnt like his life so he started off hustlin He was doin good in the hood wit the kane Whole hood knew his name he had neighborhood fame Now he stay dressed up just copped the fresh drugs Stepped his rep up plus he stepped his connect up But guess what? He dont even mess wit his old niggaz they hatin cause he makin more money then those niggaz So one day when he was chillin on the block dealin rock tryna make a killin on the block Some doods came ass down told him lay his ass down then they blast rounds and start fillin him wit shots He cant feel his legs got gras in his head joe he might be paraylzed but he coulda been dead tho He on his bed joe prayin to god that if he survive that he promise to stay on his side. (fareal) (chorus) Who's side are you leanin on? Im leanin on the lord side I lean I lean I lean I lean Im leanin on the lord side 3x Heres a story bouta shorty chasin the cream Her daddy was a inmate, her mommmy was a fiend Her grandmom old so she couldnt get control of her It was all love till the drugs took hold of her First it was liquor then it was weed Then next came the wet then the serve and vease ease Oxycotton she poppin them pills and if you gotta couple dollas she'll hop in them wheels (fareal) Until one day a nigga wit paper took her out got her built up and raped her Fam even had a camcorder and taped her And soon as her high faded shorty felt violated So she stopped gettin high all the damn time Only person she could talk to was her grandmom Now every sunday she be goin to church wit her She leaned on the lord now he startin to work wit her. (yamean) (chorus) Who's side are you leanin on? Im leanin on the lord side I lean I lean I lean I lean Im leanin on the lord side 2x Heres a story bouta yung rapper named cassidy He started off at 13 i mean he actually Signed his first deal when he was still goin to high skoo 10th grade way back then he was a fly dood He played by the rules determined to get cake He started off battlin and rippin the mixtapes But he didnt take the same path that the rest do He dropped a debute that was highly successful Thats when the respect came Thats when the checks came He realized life is like playin a chess game Him and swiss they started makin the next album They say when you make more money expect problems But the problem that he faced was unheard of They locked em up no bail and charged him with murder But now he got his freedom restored And he livin his dream thats why he leanin on the side of the lord. (yamean) (chorus) Who's side are you leanin on? Im leanin on the lord side I lean I lean I lean I lean Im leanin on the lord side 6x |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story (Intl Explicit Version (Not Connected)) (2008)
I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step
Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my dutchie I just be the murda people think that I`m lucky My link lookin huskie get stoned It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on Put the smoke in the air and get stoned The lips sittin` on 2 6s the lips chrome My money used to be immature now my shit grown Big wheels big chromes I`m doin` it big Homes It`s on, it`s on, it`s on the kid home Get tell the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I do my 2 step and let the link swing Hold the drink with the left hand and show the pink ring I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on Ay, yo, they wanna be like me Recreate my flow, immitate my flow, the relate my flow By while they try and take my flow I make my dough Ay, yo, I can make it rain, `cause I been making it snow But yo, I been takin` it slow I wasn`t around But the car crash couldn`t lay the hustla down Na I`m still here for real, I`m still here It wasn`t looking pretty, but Swizzy I`m still here They said I coulda been brain-dead in a wheelchair But I`m standin` in the booth and the skills are still here Yeah, the hustla home, the hustla home Let`s celebrate a toast with a cup of patrone I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on Yeah, yeah, put your dutch in the air Smoke haze, let the smoke raise up in the air You might have seen me in the guiene at a couple of fairs The engine in the trunk the doors go up in the air Yeah and I been gone for a couple of years I done sweat I done bled, shed a couple of tears I ain`t stressin` it`s a blessing that the hustla here Let`s celebrate a toast, put ya cup in the air I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story (Intl Explicit Version (Not Connected)) (2008)
[Swizz Beatz:] Beautiful day
[Cassidy:] It's a beautiful day [Mashond:] What a beautiful day [Swizz Beatz:] Start up the engine [Bridge:] We rollin' in the six fo And all your hearin' is All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is Flyin in the G-Fo' And all your hearin' is All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is Let Me Take You Awaa (Mashonda) [Chorus:] Can we take a trip Baby I don't mind There we go, aslong as your all mine We can drive or walk Baby we can fly Aslong as you take me away I'll be makin' you say [Verse 1:] I'm flying in the G-Fo' And when I land you should be standing there with the keys in your hand Then we ridin in the six Fo' You my chick so All them other chicks I was with, can call it quits yo You the chick I with yo And I don't like to kiss But Aytime we kiss, I can't let your lips go I love you like my Pistol With' you I stay safe, so you can stay straight We go have to vacate And go take a trip yo Go and relax, you can shop when you land, you don't even need to pack I ain't letting this go I'm holding on it for life Tomorow night, but we boarding the flight Aightt [Chorus:] Can we take a trip Baby I don't mind There we go, aslong as your all mine We can drive or walk Baby we can fly Aslong as you take me away I'll be makin' you say Uh My, Oh My Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say Ah Ah, UH Ah La, La, La, La, La, LA, La [Verse 2:] I'm selling on Swizz yaught You know I get gwapt I can spend about house money just on a wrist watch So you know my chick hot And got a nice face But she got a tight waste She in tip-top Shape But still thick like Rib-top Without effort, she break records like a Disk Jock Shawty 'bout to get got Cause she hard as nails She that broad, it ain't hard to tell Well me and shawty live life Then I took her to bed And before she fell to sleep, I said Girl I love you more then hip-hop You a women, or wife I think I finally met a women I like Righttt [Chorus:] Can we take a trip Baby I don't mind There we go, aslong as your all mine We can drive or walk Baby we can fly Aslong as you take me away I'll be makin' you say Uh My, Oh My Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say Ah Ah, UH Ah La, La, La, La, La, LA, La [Verse 3:] The boy Cas' serious All you hearing is All you hearing is All you hearing is She'd be delerious of the experience Cause' I'm a straight thug that know how to make love If she ain't on her period Then I'm getting it done I gotta let her feel the tip of the tounge Then ride out like a chariot So even if I'm gone She can't forget about the trip we was on Cum'on [Chorus:] Can we take a trip Baby I don't mind There we go, aslong as your all mine We can drive or walk Baby we can fly Aslong as you take me away I'll be makin' you say Uh My, Oh My Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say Ah Ah, UH Ah La, La, La, La, La, LA, La [Outro:] We rollin' in the six fo And all your hearin' is All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is Flyin in the G-Fo' And all your hearin' is All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
I don't have no one, but me myself and I, listen, I gotta get some work done man, I ain't come in the studio just to chill, na na, this nigga swizz just flew out, this nigga ne yo sleep, so I'm a go over to this mp and see if I can come up with my own track to keep it movin' yea let me try that, aight, find these drums, yea this knockin, yea that's crazy right there, yea, I'm feelin that, ok, let me add these high hats, ok, I think I'm gettin the hang out of this joint man, aight, I'm a make this beat myself man, now let me add this scratch, ok and the crash, breakdown, add this 808 drum and get it knockin a lil bit more, that's crazy, I'm feeling this track right here man, all I gotta do is spit somethin crazy, it's a wrap...
[verse 1:] I'm in the zone all by myself, I'm alone all by myself I'm on my own, But homes I could set the tone myself, And make the track that I could rap on myself I wrote the rap myself, did the track myself, went in the booth produced that myself, I did the bass did the claps myself, did the drums snares and the high hats myself, uh I play each sound I'm banging out beats now, the only one with heat now holdin the streets down, I paint pictures everybody could see but besides god I ain't got nobody but me... [hook: x2] I'm in the zone all by myself I'm alone all by myself, But I don't need nobody else, but me... and god... [verse 2:] I wanna thank my fans, good lookin for the mail, Cause I was goin through it when they put me in the jail, they put me in the cell, just me and the rats, and my relationship with god is what kept me relaxed, DA will say anything except for the facts, and they had alot of evidence except for the gats, Before they prove you guilty they will treat you like a criminal, they tried to give me first degree they said it was intentional, I had to get shit together on my own, the media was talkin like I'm never comin home, me and my mother used to talk together on the phone, she said keep your faith and you will beat this case, yup [hook x2] [verse 3:] I gotta clique that'll grip steel for me, I gotta squad that'll ride that'll kill for me, But I argue and fight with my own mother, and now a days you can't even trust your own brother, So make sure you keep your enemies the closest to you, cause your friends will the ones who put the toasters to you, that's why u gotta watch your surroundins, cause niggas that can swim love watchin you drownin, so only real niggas chill with me, but ain't nobody gonna pay my bills but me, see, you might got a crew that can help, but if you want it done right u gotta do it yourself [hook x2] |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
Cassidy
E-V-E And Bone Thugs [x4] [Cassidy:] Yo to get the cash I get the mask My trigga finga itch so I'm quick to blast I'm quick to spaz I'll strip ya ass Put a bullet in the clip and come get ya ass Nigga this bones an mista cass Niggas on my dick like you with them cats Niggas never heardd me spit this fast got niggas on the strip if you hit the glass (yo switch it cas) I can change the flow Yo you the type of cat that give my name to po po You a rat, you a lame with no doe Push ya weight back when I bang the fo fo I grip it and blast for it Nigga you can get it if you ask for it I can spit it in fast fowardd (or I can go it slower) Chop and screw it Had the whole midwest rockin to it Had the whole ddown south snappin to it Get the whole east coast back into it I'm the cat to do Whole west coast gone bang to this I ddo this for my niggas with cain to pitch They never should have let me get the hang of this Now I spit game so dangerous I'm amazin homes When I raise the chrome Put the laza on then blaze the chrome Thou shall never fuck with lazy bone Can't forget wish and crazy bone And bes believe that if you fuck with eve I'm gonna kill you I rep to the def F to the s man it don't get no reala [Chorus: x2] I'm a tell you like a nigga told me I'm a tell you like a nigga told me I'm a tell you like a nigga told me Cash rulez everything around me [Krayzie Bone:] Niggas better listen to the warnin Run up on a nigga he die Can't find him till the mornin Believe me ain't scared to put it on ya Leave you in a feild in califonia Nigga make money, get money, big money Casue when a motha fucka broke ain't shit funny Betta believe Cash rule everything around me So don't bring yo broke ass around me Spitta Nigga wigga? For the scrilla Killa Dolla billa And in the middle of the drama I'm gonna be goin inside of ya pocket For the profit So drop it Nigga this cas and bone Light up some hash and pass the chrome Any nigga with a missunderstandin gone get handled And that's for sho [Wish Bone:] Nigga shut it down We ddont fuck around If a nigga disrespect make him lay ddown You can get it in the street And I'm raised up Nigga lay face ddown Nigga give me that shit What I'm posed to do When a nigga ridde through With his moneyy I want itt What I'm tryin to say been doin this stuff Fake niggas ddt want ittt Hit hard drop a body guard You don't want what's over here Nigga betta watch ya braud Cause she ?? Andd we will bring it over there Nigga this bone and cas who can fuck with that Ain't no body gone rat we no that Make a nigga bow down Cut him all in the face His hole camp on hush Nigga that's our ways [Chorus] [Lazy Bone:] Betta give me my money man I ain't runnin games Me an lil cas like one in the same We want it, we need it you betta believe it An if you ain't got it we got it mann I ain't askin twice I never been that nice No niggas been killed for a game of dice He come short on the dept and he paid the price Stayin at home with a safety light Choose to gamble Mista ramble Nigga like that get made example I'm a tell you like a biggy sample Come short on the ddope Get ya contract canceled I'm out sidde first with pleny of amo This full surface nig hard to handle Nigga run up betta bet he get dismantled Got him glues to the tank? can't change the chanel [Eve:] I was born to be a rich bitch Can't ever block me from this though Nigga riddiculous Ya you see me Earned this head to toe Nigga witness You can't stop me pop on the jet head to paris for a hour Jus to cop me a dress You call it crazy Well I call it life And I'm makin sure I'm all good Nigga it's hard to rich fuck broke I remember that bein in the hood And I ain't never goin back Fuck that Got to much of what I want and need Ya you hatas we love you hate it Cassidy bones and eve [Chorus] |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
Cassidy
E-V-E And Bone Thugs [x4] [Cassidy:] Yo to get the cash I get the mask My trigga finga itch so I'm quick to blast I'm quick to spaz I'll strip ya ass Put a bullet in the clip and come get ya ass Nigga this bones an mista cass Niggas on my dick like you with them cats Niggas never heardd me spit this fast got niggas on the strip if you hit the glass (yo switch it cas) I can change the flow Yo you the type of cat that give my name to po po You a rat, you a lame with no doe Push ya weight back when I bang the fo fo I grip it and blast for it Nigga you can get it if you ask for it I can spit it in fast fowardd (or I can go it slower) Chop and screw it Had the whole midwest rockin to it Had the whole ddown south snappin to it Get the whole east coast back into it I'm the cat to do Whole west coast gone bang to this I ddo this for my niggas with cain to pitch They never should have let me get the hang of this Now I spit game so dangerous I'm amazin homes When I raise the chrome Put the laza on then blaze the chrome Thou shall never fuck with lazy bone Can't forget wish and crazy bone And bes believe that if you fuck with eve I'm gonna kill you I rep to the def F to the s man it don't get no reala [Chorus: x2] I'm a tell you like a nigga told me I'm a tell you like a nigga told me I'm a tell you like a nigga told me Cash rulez everything around me [Krayzie Bone:] Niggas better listen to the warnin Run up on a nigga he die Can't find him till the mornin Believe me ain't scared to put it on ya Leave you in a feild in califonia Nigga make money, get money, big money Casue when a motha fucka broke ain't shit funny Betta believe Cash rule everything around me So don't bring yo broke ass around me Spitta Nigga wigga? For the scrilla Killa Dolla billa And in the middle of the drama I'm gonna be goin inside of ya pocket For the profit So drop it Nigga this cas and bone Light up some hash and pass the chrome Any nigga with a missunderstandin gone get handled And that's for sho [Wish Bone:] Nigga shut it down We ddont fuck around If a nigga disrespect make him lay ddown You can get it in the street And I'm raised up Nigga lay face ddown Nigga give me that shit What I'm posed to do When a nigga ridde through With his moneyy I want itt What I'm tryin to say been doin this stuff Fake niggas ddt want ittt Hit hard drop a body guard You don't want what's over here Nigga betta watch ya braud Cause she ?? Andd we will bring it over there Nigga this bone and cas who can fuck with that Ain't no body gone rat we no that Make a nigga bow down Cut him all in the face His hole camp on hush Nigga that's our ways [Chorus] [Lazy Bone:] Betta give me my money man I ain't runnin games Me an lil cas like one in the same We want it, we need it you betta believe it An if you ain't got it we got it mann I ain't askin twice I never been that nice No niggas been killed for a game of dice He come short on the dept and he paid the price Stayin at home with a safety light Choose to gamble Mista ramble Nigga like that get made example I'm a tell you like a biggy sample Come short on the ddope Get ya contract canceled I'm out sidde first with pleny of amo This full surface nig hard to handle Nigga run up betta bet he get dismantled Got him glues to the tank? can't change the chanel [Eve:] I was born to be a rich bitch Can't ever block me from this though Nigga riddiculous Ya you see me Earned this head to toe Nigga witness You can't stop me pop on the jet head to paris for a hour Jus to cop me a dress You call it crazy Well I call it life And I'm makin sure I'm all good Nigga it's hard to rich fuck broke I remember that bein in the hood And I ain't never goin back Fuck that Got to much of what I want and need Ya you hatas we love you hate it Cassidy bones and eve [Chorus] |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
(feat. John Legend)
[Intro and rapping: Cassidy] I used to pump dimes, now I spit punchlines I'm tired of cats tryin' to rap cus they want shine I be writing to enlighten those that was once blind This political warfare, and I'm on the front line I'm a soldier who grew to be a general, but generals is soldiers too (true) And I'm willing to do what soldiers do, but you know an animal can't control a zoo (uh uh) And I always been a leader, I control my crew. You gotta school other dudes tryin' to roll with you. And I'm getting more mature, I'm gettin' older too, but I'mma rock till it's over like Hova do. And I don't tell lies like most of you, I really did sell piles, held toasters too. I might exaggerate a little but it's mostly true, and the truth come to the light like it's supposed to do. Get the obituary ready, get the Reverend, my old style died, and went to punchline heaven. You cats know that that's my flow, I'm a legend, big up John Legend for doing the song. Ay, wanwan Kayne, I ain't a Juvenile, but I been on the grind-yee, I had a murder case, I was facin some time-yee, but that's somethin' small to a giant like Andre, And they was talkin' 'bout givin' me life, ya'll but I knew I was leavin' for belivin' in Christ, Ya'll, you could live it up, but don't give up the fight, ya'll, we elevatin, so we celebratin the night, ya'll. Hang on lil' girl, soon all your troubles will be gone lil' girl, sometimes you probably wish you wasn't born lil' girl, But God know what he doin', lil' girl (uh huh), so keep fightin. And hang on lil' man, you can't quit now, keep goin' lil' man, sometimes you probably wish you wasn't born lil' man, But God know what he doin' lil' man (uh huh), so keep fightin. [Outro] |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game When it's gone come back, come back? I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap Man I done been there and done that Let's move on [Verse 1:] Damn I used to love this rap shit (I used loved it) When it was on some gold robe, cane, gold hat shit Now every rapper on some bust the gat shit Cut that crack shit Fuck that wack shit Public Enemy was on some power to black shit Rap cats need to get back on that shit (real talk) They need to try switchin they flows Cause all of our women ain't bitches and hoes And er'y rapper out got a brick on the stove And wrists all frooze, and whip on roads To hear that, I can listen to Hov You bullshittin then you gettin exposed [Hook: x2] Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game Whens it's gone come back, come back? I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap Man I done been there and done that Let's move on [Verse 2:] Yo what happened to the game? All these niggas rappin the same and that's lame (that's lame) Cats hustlin, bustin they gat Curtis Blow never talked about hustlin crack (noooo) Yo, Evrybody on the grind But Run DMC never killed nobody in a rhyme They wasn't on that beef shit And Melle Mel was the first one to talk that street shit Ever since NWA came out Cats turned gangsta and took that same rout (man) Ya hear that I could listen to Pac You bullshitin the mission'll stop [Hook: x2] Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game When it's gone come back, come back I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap Man I done been there and done that Let's move on [Verse 3:] I don't even listen to rap now (nope) It make my head hurt when I listen to cats now It sound like they all rhymin in one booth So take the industry n put them all in one group Since they all on the same page We should be able to boo them dudes off the same stage (boooo) For real, I still love this rap shit Even though the A wanna whip that snap shit Even though the Bay wanna rip that hyphy When I get on the mic niggas still gone like me The head crack[? ], you can listen to me You bullshitin you ain't sicker than me [Hook: x2] Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game When it's gone come back, come back? I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap Man I done been there and done that Let's move on |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
[Chorus: Cassidy]
It's a blessin that I'm even alive It's a reason that I'm breathin, I believe there's a God Hey... look what he done for me Look-look-look, look-look-look, look what he done for me Hey; some people choose not to believe But I pray e'ry day when I drop to my knees I say - look what you done for me Look-look-look, look-look-look, look what you done for me [Cassidy:] Hey! I wake up e'ry day and say thank you When I'm floatin off course then the Lord is my anchor I know you feelin me ain'tcha? When I kill time with my son that's keepin it gangster I'm done beefin cause I'm eatin I feel bein a father to my son that's keepin it real (I'll) And I'm the one providin at home So I can't leave my seed to survive on his own, NOOO~! No, it's not optional man That's why I maneuver through the obstacles man And, I watch for the snakes that's in the grass So I can stay alive and be a daddy to Cas [Chorus] [Cassidy:] Hey! I pray another rapper don't get shot Cause the media's gon' blame it on hip-hop Look at Big L, Soulja Slim and Big Pop' Jam Master Jay, the boy Proof and the kid 'Pac You and me gon' have to see to it the (shit) stop If not, they gon' bring rap to a pitstop Plus the hip-hop cops ain't a myth ock They'll love to sit you in the box if you slip ock You a big shot, you will get more time Look at C-Murder, Cool C and the boy Shyne Beans and Kim got a day and a year It's rules to the game and they ain't playin it fair, yeah [Chorus] [Cassidy:] Hey! God is good, God is great It's a reason that I'm breathin and it gotta be faith And I'm thankful that I'm eatin, there's a lot on my plate If the Lord wasn't watchin I'd be ridin upstate Hey, so I wake up e'ry day and say thank you When I'm floatin off course, then the Lord is my anchor I know you feelin me ain'tcha? See Christ died on the cross, that's keepin it gangster [Chorus] Hey! |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
(feat. Angie Stone)
[Intro: Cassidy] Whose side are you leanin' on? I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side [Chorus: Angie Stone] Whose side are you leanin' on? I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side [x2] [Verse 1:] Here's a story about a youngin' that started off strugglin' He didn't like his life so he started off hustlin' He was doin good in the hood with the cane Whole hood knew his name, he had neighborhood fame Now he stays dressed up Just copped the fresh trucks Stepped his rep up, plus he stepped his connect up But guess what, he don't even mess with his old niggas They hatin' cause he makin' more money those niggas So one day when he was chillin on the block, dealin' rock Tryin' to make a killin' on the block Some dudes came, masks down, told him lay his ass down Then they blasts rounds and started fillin' him with shots He can't feel his legs, got grazed in his head yo He might be paralyzed but he could've been dead though He on his bed yo, prayin' to God If he survives that he promise to stay on his side [Chorus x2] Here's a story about a shorty chasin' the cream Her daddy was an inmate, her mommy was a fiend Her grandmoms old so she couldn't get control of her It was all love 'til the drugs took a hold of her First it was liquor then it was weed Then next came the wet then the syrup and V's, E's Oxy Contin, she poppin' them pills And if you got a couple dollars she'll hop in your wheel (For real) Until one day a nigga with paper Took her out, got her pilled up then he raped up Fam even had a camcorder and taped her As soon as her high faded, shorty felt violated So she stopped gettin' high all the damn time Only person she could talk to was her grandmom Now every Sunday she be goin' to church with her She leaned on the lord, now he startin' to work with her [Chorus x2] Here's a story about a young rapper named Cassidy He started off at 13, I mean he actually Signed his first deal when he was still goin' to high school 10th grade, way back then he was a fly dude He played by the rules, determined to get cake He started off battlin' and rippin' the mixtapes But he didn't take the same path that the rest do He dropped a debut that was highly successful That's when the respect came, that's when the checks came He realized life is like playin' a chess game Him and Swizz, they started makin' the next album They say when you make more money expect problems But the problem that he faced was unheard of They locked him up, no bail and charged him with murder But now he got his freedom restored And he livin' his dream that's why he leanin' on the side of the lord [Chorus x6] |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
(feat. Angie Stone)
[Intro: Cassidy] Whose side are you leanin' on? I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side [Chorus: Angie Stone] Whose side are you leanin' on? I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side [x2] [Verse 1:] Here's a story about a youngin' that started off strugglin' He didn't like his life so he started off hustlin' He was doin good in the hood with the cane Whole hood knew his name, he had neighborhood fame Now he stays dressed up Just copped the fresh trucks Stepped his rep up, plus he stepped his connect up But guess what, he don't even mess with his old niggas They hatin' cause he makin' more money those niggas So one day when he was chillin on the block, dealin' rock Tryin' to make a killin' on the block Some dudes came, masks down, told him lay his ass down Then they blasts rounds and started fillin' him with shots He can't feel his legs, got grazed in his head yo He might be paralyzed but he could've been dead though He on his bed yo, prayin' to God If he survives that he promise to stay on his side [Chorus x2] Here's a story about a shorty chasin' the cream Her daddy was an inmate, her mommy was a fiend Her grandmoms old so she couldn't get control of her It was all love 'til the drugs took a hold of her First it was liquor then it was weed Then next came the wet then the syrup and V's, E's Oxy Contin, she poppin' them pills And if you got a couple dollars she'll hop in your wheel (For real) Until one day a nigga with paper Took her out, got her pilled up then he raped up Fam even had a camcorder and taped her As soon as her high faded, shorty felt violated So she stopped gettin' high all the damn time Only person she could talk to was her grandmom Now every Sunday she be goin' to church with her She leaned on the lord, now he startin' to work with her [Chorus x2] Here's a story about a young rapper named Cassidy He started off at 13, I mean he actually Signed his first deal when he was still goin' to high school 10th grade, way back then he was a fly dude He played by the rules, determined to get cake He started off battlin' and rippin' the mixtapes But he didn't take the same path that the rest do He dropped a debut that was highly successful That's when the respect came, that's when the checks came He realized life is like playin' a chess game Him and Swizz, they started makin' the next album They say when you make more money expect problems But the problem that he faced was unheard of They locked him up, no bail and charged him with murder But now he got his freedom restored And he livin' his dream that's why he leanin' on the side of the lord [Chorus x6] |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
(feat. Shiz Lansky from Larsiny)
[Chorus:] To get away I got to pray that I'll Make some cheese and get out these crazy streets To get away I got to pray that I'll Make some gwop and get off this crazy block To get away I got to pray that I'll Make some cake and get out this crazy place To get away I got to pray that it'll Be all good if I get oout this crazy hood and I pray [Verse 1:] I pray everyday for a better life but it's never a night I ain't trying to get my cheddar right make it better christ I'm on both of my knees I"m trying to stop coppin' cope by the keys I'm sorry father but I got to keep a toaster to squeeze I be stressin' 'cause the blessings I'm supposed to recieve I ain't gettin' yo I'm supposed to succeed but I didn't yo I didn't know 'cause I was naive but now I'm gettin' dough my son gettin' plead I hit the stage and spit a flow I rip the show and make enough monet to but a brick of snowI get to travel to places you never get to go so I got to move from the block I'm a lot richer yo I'm a lot sicker yo I make hits quicker yo when I blaze the haze and mix it with the liquor yo niggaz know to get cake I need these streets so I'm a stay but I pray that I could leave these streets everyday [Chorus] [Verse 2:] For a life full of transgressions is heaven harder than inner are the roads to the pearly gates all for repenters is the harder the winter the harder the sinner lord I blow so much kush the answers hard to remember I knowI ought to go to church and pay my tides but I'd rather pay the hand I'm delt and wake my eyes and I drop to my knees and I pray my god that when you save my soul you save my squad 'cause they some viscious killas that'll spare no life they don't pray to our lie and they don't fear no christ so don't where no ice 'cause they'll run up and clap you dummy which proves my thoery the route to evil's the lack of money so that's the reason why I stack my monet I'm tryin to move from these streets and consentrate on this rapper money [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Man we supposed to be family and we all hood if we all could get money it'll be all good 'cause we all street but we all deep I'm tryin' to make more to make sure that we all eat until we all fall then we get fed then get bread we hustlin' to try to stop sufferin' yea I put my L in the air I got love for them and everyday I pray that they stop strugglin' for real [Chorus] |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
Uh huh
uh huh uh huh uh huh chorus: if the DA ask me to tell i'm like uh huh they like u wanna go back to jail i'm likeuhhuh stay with the apes and co's i'm like uh huh i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh and thats that i will never ratuh huh verse 1: blow the fuckin whistle im on my fuckin grizzle tryin to make a dolla out a dime and a fuckin nickel i'll knuckle with ya but i got a couple pistols if they fuckin hit uu be dead or a fuckin cripple i'm just fuckin wit u i aint gone bust a pistol cuz i'm on parolle and i aint trying to get fuckin pickled i call my gat acrobat cuz it will fuckin flip u stuff u in a box like some fuckin tissue if you cats got nine lives i hope brought a couple wit u or you won't liveya relatives gone fuckin miss u if u rat i aint fuckin wit u i wouldn't even tell if i seen bin laden buying a fuckin missle if u a snitch i'll come and get u take ya life and the life of the rest of the mice runnin wit u if u pack gats then i'm fuckin wit u but if u live by the gun you gone die by the fuckin pistol (chorus)if the DA ask me to tell i'm like uh huh they like u wanna go back to jail i'm likeuhhuh stay with the apes and co's i'm like uh huh i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh and thats that i will never ratuh huh) verse 2: you aint a killa yet you aint a guerilla yet i bang like i'm at the range and you can be the silouette yea i'm still a threat u can still feel a heck the lead a put ya to bed cuz u soft like a pillow set u pussy's is sweet i'll put ya to sleep the bullets i put in the heat a put ya face on ya feet u can look in my face and see u facin defeat its basically beef dont let me see ya face in the street u better stand on the pavement u aint safe in the street im flippin weight in the street i get cake in the street so what u make in a year i can make in a week or probably a couple hours.. i'm gettin a couple dollars all i'm doin is takin a beat and then speakin the truth on it like dr.king with a speech man you snitches conversate with police but its a difference between a lake and a beach and a grape and a peach motherfucka chorus: if the DA ask me to tell i'm like uh huh they like u wanna go back to jail i'm likeuh huh stay with the apes and co's i'm like uh huh i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh and thats that i will never ratuh huh verse 3: i said u cats rat like the mask on ninja turtles i was being nice cuz u mice bout as big as gerbels lil hamster guiena pig type niggas who be givin information to the pigs with the quickness them kids snitches they'll try to ride against u then sign a sepina and testify against u go to jail never that take a deal never that squeal never that thats that i will never rat (chorus) (Thanks to chris for these lyrics) |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
Uh huh
uh huh uh huh uh huh chorus: if the DA ask me to tell i'm like uh huh they like u wanna go back to jail i'm likeuhhuh stay with the apes and co's i'm like uh huh i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh and thats that i will never ratuh huh verse 1: blow the fuckin whistle im on my fuckin grizzle tryin to make a dolla out a dime and a fuckin nickel i'll knuckle with ya but i got a couple pistols if they fuckin hit uu be dead or a fuckin cripple i'm just fuckin wit u i aint gone bust a pistol cuz i'm on parolle and i aint trying to get fuckin pickled i call my gat acrobat cuz it will fuckin flip u stuff u in a box like some fuckin tissue if you cats got nine lives i hope brought a couple wit u or you won't liveya relatives gone fuckin miss u if u rat i aint fuckin wit u i wouldn't even tell if i seen bin laden buying a fuckin missle if u a snitch i'll come and get u take ya life and the life of the rest of the mice runnin wit u if u pack gats then i'm fuckin wit u but if u live by the gun you gone die by the fuckin pistol (chorus)if the DA ask me to tell i'm like uh huh they like u wanna go back to jail i'm likeuhhuh stay with the apes and co's i'm like uh huh i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh and thats that i will never ratuh huh) verse 2: you aint a killa yet you aint a guerilla yet i bang like i'm at the range and you can be the silouette yea i'm still a threat u can still feel a heck the lead a put ya to bed cuz u soft like a pillow set u pussy's is sweet i'll put ya to sleep the bullets i put in the heat a put ya face on ya feet u can look in my face and see u facin defeat its basically beef dont let me see ya face in the street u better stand on the pavement u aint safe in the street im flippin weight in the street i get cake in the street so what u make in a year i can make in a week or probably a couple hours.. i'm gettin a couple dollars all i'm doin is takin a beat and then speakin the truth on it like dr.king with a speech man you snitches conversate with police but its a difference between a lake and a beach and a grape and a peach motherfucka chorus: if the DA ask me to tell i'm like uh huh they like u wanna go back to jail i'm likeuh huh stay with the apes and co's i'm like uh huh i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh and thats that i will never ratuh huh verse 3: i said u cats rat like the mask on ninja turtles i was being nice cuz u mice bout as big as gerbels lil hamster guiena pig type niggas who be givin information to the pigs with the quickness them kids snitches they'll try to ride against u then sign a sepina and testify against u go to jail never that take a deal never that squeal never that thats that i will never rat (chorus) (Thanks to chris for these lyrics) |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
Did My Time In A County Jail
Just When Fiens Started Goin There And I Paied The Price For The Crimes I Did I'm A Innocent Man... misunderstood I'm A Innocent Man... just From The Hood I'm A Innocent Man... misunderstood I'm A Innocent Man... just From The Hood I Do The Damn Thing Bezzel And The Band Bling Sling Grams Spend 10 Grand On A Damn Ring I Run Philly, I Ain't Tryin Be The Damn King But The Damn Thing Can Get Pulled Like A Hamstring I Use To Hang With These Niggas From My Hood Mane Yea I Showed Them The World I Took Them Out The Hood Mane Yea It Cost Some Cahnge But It's All Good Mane Cause I Got Money To Burn Like Pack Woods Mane And We Was Smoking, Joking And Poppin Bottles Getting Open Storking Poking And Poppin Modles I Was Hoping That They Could Get Paper With Me But When I Start Gettin Cake They Start Hating On Me They Showed Up To The Crib That My Mother Was At, My Son Baby Mother And My Brother Was At And The Was Straped Acting Tuff And Start Busting The Gak And Th Protect My Family I Start Busting It Back... bllllllaaaaakkk Jail Vecios It's Hard To Be Paitencnt And Stay Strong When You Get Pictures Of Chicks Half Naked In They Thongs The Anticipation Be Makin The Days Long I Waited Cause I Just Gotta Make It Like Trey Songs My Lawyers Could'ntLoose The Prooved The D-a Wrong I Smilled At The Trial, Kept Cool And Stayed Clam I Waved At My Mom And Swolloed My Pride Man Them Guys On The Stand Brought Tears To My Eyes Man The Stuff They Was Disscussing Was Notheing But Lies Man They Said I Bust The Chrome At Homie That Died Man I Thought Them Lil Dudes Was Apart Of My Squad Man They Started Actin Up But They Musta Been High Man You See That I Ain't Shook From The Look In My Eyes Man But Being Booked Was A Blessing In Disquise Man I Needed Time To Get My Life Organized Man So Everything That Happend Was Part Of My Gods Plan Involentary Manslaughter Just Porole I Spanked The Murder Like A Bad Ass 6 Year Old I Knew That I Was Gone Be Rich Since I Was 6 Years Old Now I'm The Richest Rapper Under 26 Years Old So It's On Now, I'm Home Now It's A Celebration I Got My Drink And My 2 Step Cause I'm Elevating I'm Gettin Hela Cakin With The Number One Record But I'll Still Bust My Gun If You Come Test It... yea Change The Life... that I Live Got Me Living Fine... negative Is The Game... destroying Me? So I Pray To God That He Has My Seed Tea I'm A Innocent Man They Tried To Give Me The Death Penalty Or Life Witout The Possibility Of Porole But Thanks To God I'm Here Now And I Wanna Say Rest In Peace To Desmond Hawkins And I Wanna Give Respects Out To His Family Cause They Didn't Have Nothing To Do With It I Apologize But You Really Can't Knock Me For Riding For My Famliy Cause You Would Do The Same... fa Real |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
[Announcer]
Ladies And Gentleman I'd like to welcome y'all here tonight You all 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 [Cass the Problem] It's the problem bitch [A] And in that corner is Cassidy the Hustla [Cass the Hustla] It's the hustler ask about me [Announcer] 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 man ad-libbing your shit I don't want your man ad-libbing your shit Touch mics let's go [Cass the Problem] I'm in the zone boy and I got the chrome boy I'll have blood gushing out your dome or 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'm 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 [Cass the Problem] What?! I told you this nigga wasn't f**kin with me you can't be serious [Announcer] Whoa whoa whoa break it up break it up battlers back to your corner [Corner Man] Look kid I told you this shit wasn't gonna be easy [Cass the Hustla] It's ain't gonna be hard [Corner Man] I told you this kid was a problem he not f**kin with you though [Cass the Hustla] He ain't no problem [Corner Man] 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 [Cass the Hustla] 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 MUTHAF**KER ASK ABOUT ME... ASK ABOUT ME PUSSY [Announcer] 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 [Cass the Problem] 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 [Announcer] Ok ok ok that's it that's it Cassidy the hustler you ready? It's your turn eight bars... let's go [Cass the Hustla] 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 [Announcer] 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 [Cass the Hustla] Geah it is what it is don't act surprise [Announcer] Okay kid what are you planning to do after this victory [Cass the Hustla] I mean you know keep getting money keep hustling keep doing what I do And if you bastards doubt me... |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side Whose side are you leanin' on? I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side Here's a story about a youngin' that started off strugglin' He didn't like his life so he started off hustlin' He was doin good in the hood with the cane Whole hood knew his name, he had neighborhood fame Now he stays dressed up Just copped the fresh trucks Stepped his rep up, plus he stepped his connect up But guess what, he don't even mess with his old niggas They hatin' cause he makin' more money those niggas So one day when he was chillin on the block, dealin' rock Tryin' to make a killin' on the block Some dudes came, masks down, told him lay his ass down Then they blasts rounds and started fillin' him with shots He can't feel his legs, got grazed in his head yo He might be paralyzed but he could've been dead though He on his bed yo, prayin' to God If he survives that he promise to stay on his side Here's a story about a shorty chasin' the cream Her daddy was an inmate, her mommy was a fiend Her grandmoms old so she couldn't get control of her It was all love 'til the drugs took a hold of her First it was liquor then it was weed Then next came the wet then the syrup and V's, E's Oxy Contin, she poppin' them pills And if you got a couple dollars she'll hop in your wheel (For real) Until one day a nigga with paper Took her out, got her pilled up then he raped up Fam even had a camcorder and taped her As soon as her high faded, shorty felt violated So she stopped gettin' high all the damn time Only person she could talk to was her grandmom Now every Sunday she be goin' to church with her She leaned on the lord, now he startin' to work with her Here's a story about a young rapper named Cassidy He started off at 13, I mean he actually Signed his first deal when he was still goin' to high school 10th grade, way back then he was a fly dude He played by the rules, determined to get cake He started off battlin' and rippin' the mixtapes But he didn't take the same path that the rest do He dropped a debut that was highly successful That's when the respect came, that's when the checks came He realized life is like playin' a chess game Him and Swizz, they started makin' the next album They say when you make more money expect problems But the problem that he faced was unheard of They locked him up, no bail and charged him with murder But now he got his freedom restored And he livin' his dream that's why he leanin' on the side of the lord |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side Whose side are you leanin' on? I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side Here's a story about a youngin' that started off strugglin' He didn't like his life so he started off hustlin' He was doin good in the hood with the cane Whole hood knew his name, he had neighborhood fame Now he stays dressed up Just copped the fresh trucks Stepped his rep up, plus he stepped his connect up But guess what, he don't even mess with his old niggas They hatin' cause he makin' more money those niggas So one day when he was chillin on the block, dealin' rock Tryin' to make a killin' on the block Some dudes came, masks down, told him lay his ass down Then they blasts rounds and started fillin' him with shots He can't feel his legs, got grazed in his head yo He might be paralyzed but he could've been dead though He on his bed yo, prayin' to God If he survives that he promise to stay on his side Here's a story about a shorty chasin' the cream Her daddy was an inmate, her mommy was a fiend Her grandmoms old so she couldn't get control of her It was all love 'til the drugs took a hold of her First it was liquor then it was weed Then next came the wet then the syrup and V's, E's Oxy Contin, she poppin' them pills And if you got a couple dollars she'll hop in your wheel (For real) Until one day a nigga with paper Took her out, got her pilled up then he raped up Fam even had a camcorder and taped her As soon as her high faded, shorty felt violated So she stopped gettin' high all the damn time Only person she could talk to was her grandmom Now every Sunday she be goin' to church with her She leaned on the lord, now he startin' to work with her Here's a story about a young rapper named Cassidy He started off at 13, I mean he actually Signed his first deal when he was still goin' to high school 10th grade, way back then he was a fly dude He played by the rules, determined to get cake He started off battlin' and rippin' the mixtapes But he didn't take the same path that the rest do He dropped a debut that was highly successful That's when the respect came, that's when the checks came He realized life is like playin' a chess game Him and Swizz, they started makin' the next album They say when you make more money expect problems But the problem that he faced was unheard of They locked him up, no bail and charged him with murder But now he got his freedom restored And he livin' his dream that's why he leanin' on the side of the lord |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step
Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my dutchie I just be the murda people think that I`m lucky My link lookin huskie get stoned It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on Put the smoke in the air and get stoned The lips sittin` on 2 6s the lips chrome My money used to be immature now my shit grown Big wheels big chromes I`m doin` it big Homes It`s on, it`s on, it`s on the kid home Get tell the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I do my 2 step and let the link swing Hold the drink with the left hand and show the pink ring I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on Ay, yo, they wanna be like me Recreate my flow, immitate my flow, the relate my flow By while they try and take my flow I make my dough Ay, yo, I can make it rain, `cause I been making it snow But yo, I been takin` it slow I wasn`t around But the car crash couldn`t lay the hustla down Na I`m still here for real, I`m still here It wasn`t looking pretty, but Swizzy I`m still here They said I coulda been brain-dead in a wheelchair But I`m standin` in the booth and the skills are still here Yeah, the hustla home, the hustla home Let`s celebrate a toast with a cup of patrone I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on Yeah, yeah, put your dutch in the air Smoke haze, let the smoke raise up in the air You might have seen me in the guiene at a couple of fairs The engine in the trunk the doors go up in the air Yeah and I been gone for a couple of years I done sweat I done bled, shed a couple of tears I ain`t stressin` it`s a blessing that the hustla here Let`s celebrate a toast, put ya cup in the air I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
[Swizz Beatz:] Beautiful day
[Cassidy:] It's a beautiful day [Mashond:] What a beautiful day [Swizz Beatz:] Start up the engine [Bridge:] We rollin' in the six fo And all your hearin' is All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is Flyin in the G-Fo' And all your hearin' is All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is Let Me Take You Awaa (Mashonda) [Chorus:] Can we take a trip Baby I don't mind There we go, aslong as your all mine We can drive or walk Baby we can fly Aslong as you take me away I'll be makin' you say [Verse 1:] I'm flying in the G-Fo' And when I land you should be standing there with the keys in your hand Then we ridin in the six Fo' You my chick so All them other chicks I was with, can call it quits yo You the chick I with yo And I don't like to kiss But Aytime we kiss, I can't let your lips go I love you like my Pistol With' you I stay safe, so you can stay straight We go have to vacate And go take a trip yo Go and relax, you can shop when you land, you don't even need to pack I ain't letting this go I'm holding on it for life Tomorow night, but we boarding the flight Aightt [Chorus:] Can we take a trip Baby I don't mind There we go, aslong as your all mine We can drive or walk Baby we can fly Aslong as you take me away I'll be makin' you say Uh My, Oh My Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say Ah Ah, UH Ah La, La, La, La, La, LA, La [Verse 2:] I'm selling on Swizz yaught You know I get gwapt I can spend about house money just on a wrist watch So you know my chick hot And got a nice face But she got a tight waste She in tip-top Shape But still thick like Rib-top Without effort, she break records like a Disk Jock Shawty 'bout to get got Cause she hard as nails She that broad, it ain't hard to tell Well me and shawty live life Then I took her to bed And before she fell to sleep, I said Girl I love you more then hip-hop You a women, or wife I think I finally met a women I like Righttt [Chorus:] Can we take a trip Baby I don't mind There we go, aslong as your all mine We can drive or walk Baby we can fly Aslong as you take me away I'll be makin' you say Uh My, Oh My Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say Ah Ah, UH Ah La, La, La, La, La, LA, La [Verse 3:] The boy Cas' serious All you hearing is All you hearing is All you hearing is She'd be delerious of the experience Cause' I'm a straight thug that know how to make love If she ain't on her period Then I'm getting it done I gotta let her feel the tip of the tounge Then ride out like a chariot So even if I'm gone She can't forget about the trip we was on Cum'on [Chorus:] Can we take a trip Baby I don't mind There we go, aslong as your all mine We can drive or walk Baby we can fly Aslong as you take me away I'll be makin' you say Uh My, Oh My Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say Ah Ah, UH Ah La, La, La, La, La, LA, La [Outro:] We rollin' in the six fo And all your hearin' is All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is Flyin in the G-Fo' And all your hearin' is All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is |
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from Cassidy - B.A.R.S. (2007)
[Swizz Beatz:] Beautiful day
[Cassidy:] It's a beautiful day [Mashond:] What a beautiful day [Swizz Beatz:] Start up the engine [Bridge:] We rollin' in the six fo And all your hearin' is All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is Flyin in the G-Fo' And all your hearin' is All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is Let Me Take You Awaa (Mashonda) [Chorus:] Can we take a trip Baby I don't mind There we go, aslong as your all mine We can drive or walk Baby we can fly Aslong as you take me away I'll be makin' you say [Verse 1:] I'm flying in the G-Fo' And when I land you should be standing there with the keys in your hand Then we ridin in the six Fo' You my chick so All them other chicks I was with, can call it quits yo You the chick I with yo And I don't like to kiss But Aytime we kiss, I can't let your lips go I love you like my Pistol With' you I stay safe, so you can stay straight We go have to vacate And go take a trip yo Go and relax, you can shop when you land, you don't even need to pack I ain't letting this go I'm holding on it for life Tomorow night, but we boarding the flight Aightt [Chorus:] Can we take a trip Baby I don't mind There we go, aslong as your all mine We can drive or walk Baby we can fly Aslong as you take me away I'll be makin' you say Uh My, Oh My Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say Ah Ah, UH Ah La, La, La, La, La, LA, La [Verse 2:] I'm selling on Swizz yaught You know I get gwapt I can spend about house money just on a wrist watch So you know my chick hot And got a nice face But she got a tight waste She in tip-top Shape But still thick like Rib-top Without effort, she break records like a Disk Jock Shawty 'bout to get got Cause she hard as nails She that broad, it ain't hard to tell Well me and shawty live life Then I took her to bed And before she fell to sleep, I said Girl I love you more then hip-hop You a women, or wife I think I finally met a women I like Righttt [Chorus:] Can we take a trip Baby I don't mind There we go, aslong as your all mine We can drive or walk Baby we can fly Aslong as you take me away I'll be makin' you say Uh My, Oh My Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say Ah Ah, UH Ah La, La, La, La, La, LA, La [Verse 3:] The boy Cas' serious All you hearing is All you hearing is All you hearing is She'd be delerious of the experience Cause' I'm a straight thug that know how to make love If she ain't on her period Then I'm getting it done I gotta let her feel the tip of the tounge Then ride out like a chariot So even if I'm gone She can't forget about the trip we was on Cum'on [Chorus:] Can we take a trip Baby I don't mind There we go, aslong as your all mine We can drive or walk Baby we can fly Aslong as you take me away I'll be makin' you say Uh My, Oh My Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say Ah Ah, UH Ah La, La, La, La, La, LA, La [Outro:] We rollin' in the six fo And all your hearin' is All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is Flyin in the G-Fo' And all your hearin' is All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is |
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from Cassidy - I'm A Hustla (2005)
(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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from Cassidy - I'm A Hustla (2005)
(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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from Cassidy - I'm A Hustla (2005)
[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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from Cassidy - I'm A Hustla (2005)
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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from Cassidy - I'm A Hustla (2005)
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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from Cassidy - I'm A Hustla (2005)
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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from Cassidy - I'm A Hustla (2005)
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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from Cassidy - I'm A Hustla (2005)
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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from Cassidy - I'm A Hustla (2005)
[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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from Cassidy - I'm A Hustla (2005)
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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from Cassidy - I'm A Hustla (2005)
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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from Cassidy - I'm A Hustla (2005)
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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from Cassidy - I'm A Hustla (2005)
(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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from Cassidy - I'm A Hustla (2005)
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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from Cassidy - I'm A Hustla (2005)
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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from The Game - Charge It To The Game/ The Mixtape (2005)
[The Game]
(State your name gangsta) The Game (Where you from nigga?) Westcoast (You gon' hold it down?) We always do around this time [The Game] I ain't leaving motherfucker, I'm back You've been away to long, I can't do nothin' bout that The hood askin' me Why I do Bleek a tragedy? Than drive over Brooklyn Bridge with Cassidy I rode down flushin', in a Rove down flushin' The hood show me love like I was Hova down flushin' Compton's Most, where the Yonkers flow And I got love for Queens and the Bronx fo' sho' Got squares blowing that Cali Drove muahfucker And I off shot like Aly Mo at the rucker Yeah the bird Flipper in Houston with the surve sipper I'm nice around Mikes words in pimpin' Got a mean knuckle game, I learn my dipppin' In '87, when Tommy Hearns was stickin' I hear niggas dissin', why you have to use Jay? Let that man retire Motherfucka its a new day [Lil' Flip] (State your name gangsta) Lil' Flipper (Where you representin'?) Houston all day (You gon' hold it down?) You damn right [Lil' Flip] I take it back to the block, them automaitcs'll pop You try to snatch my watch, yo dumbass gettin' shot I got the block on lock, and when the shit get hot Ima switch up spots, I'm your boy I'm breakin' bread with my homies, I'm bustin' lead at you phonies I fuck your bitch when she lonely That's every other night I flip your wife for the green They call me Hustle Man Nigga, my money too big for a rubber man I'm a veteran giving fiends they medicine I'm in Compton with Game bumpin' Let Me In My nigga Will in the pen, he bout to come home Hey tell these niggas I made a million of a ring tones I got a spring home down in Tampa Bay And I was raised out of Scarface and UGK Now its my turn, I want that puff money Matter 'fact that ain't even enough money [Cassidy] Yeah (State your name gangsta) Cassidy, nigga (Where you representin'?) Philly, Pennsylvania (You gon' hold it down?) You already know [Cassidy] The streets wave their head cast, cause they know the industry fear Cass I got these chicks cryin' like tear gas Used to sell dirt weed, couldn't even put it in clear bags But years passed now my dubs puffy like air bags You might see me out in Houston on Flip Block With a ?? old school drop with the ripped top Forget it I got shit locked, admit it my shit hot I'm the bestest nigga since BIG, Pac Out in tha Westcoast with Game, I let the toaster bang ya Cut you more times than the cards in a pocker game Cause most you lames when and saw my battle with Free Now all you wanna battle for free You see if you ain't got millions to bet, or put your deal on the desk You ain't real and I don't feel you a threat So I suggest you get off my dick and go vote or somethin' 'Fore you get the sawed off and tossed out a boat or somethin' (nigga) |
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from Cassidy - Hotel [single] (2004)
[R Kelly:]
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening to the sounds of swiss beats. We got cassidy in here. Kels! We in our throwbacks. This is for the ladies, we got room keys. [Chorus (R Kelly):] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin' checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] I'm staying in the hotel, not the motel or the holi-day inn. If that girl don't participate, well then I'ma take her friend. Well if, mami is with it then, mami can give it then, mami a rider, I'ma, slide up beside her. I got a suite, you can creep on through, I know you tryin' to get your freak on too, I'll do it all for that (lady), yeah I ball for that (lady), hit the mall for that (lady), keep it fly for them (ladies), keep my eye on them (ladies), hot tub for them (ladies), pop bub' for them (ladies), I got love for ma (ladies), yeeah! [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] We're the new Car-tel, R.Kel with the kid Cass-idy. Girl if you man start actin' up, ask for him or ask for me. 'Cuz see, we could go get it crackin, but you know what'll happen, we be under the covers, makin' love to each other. I got a double bed, one's to sleep on, other one's to get my freak on, (ladies) it's all for them (ladies). Yeah I ball for that (ladies), hit the mall for that, (ladies) keep it fly for them, (ladies) keep my eye on them, (ladies) hot tub for them, (ladies) pop bub' for them, (ladies) I got love for ma, yeeeah! [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] We goin' Chi-town steppin' out, to the club lettin' out, and we goin' sex it out, 'til we all checkin' out. I got my chicks I'ma bring to the tele, we 'bout to do the damn thing, sing to 'em Kelly. [R Kelly:] It's alright(it's alright) If you wanna come with me, and fulfill your fantasy, baby in my hotel suite. And it's ok, if you wanna party night 'til day, I will do anything you say. Just come to my hotel. [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Call out:] You've just heard, a classic, featuring the one and only, Kels, Cassidy, Swiss beats the monster (yes i am) Full service the label, Rock***the family, Ruff ryders the family. This one's for the ladies y'all. The baby, believe it! Get your hands up! It's over. |
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from Cassidy - Hotel [single] (2004)
[R Kelly:]
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening to the sounds of swiss beats. We got cassidy in here. Kels! We in our throwbacks. This is for the ladies, we got room keys. [Chorus (R Kelly):] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin' checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] I'm staying in the hotel, not the motel or the holi-day inn. If that girl don't participate, well then I'ma take her friend. Well if, mami is with it then, mami can give it then, mami a rider, I'ma, slide up beside her. I got a suite, you can creep on through, I know you tryin' to get your freak on too, I'll do it all for that (lady), yeah I ball for that (lady), hit the mall for that (lady), keep it fly for them (ladies), keep my eye on them (ladies), hot tub for them (ladies), pop bub' for them (ladies), I got love for ma (ladies), yeeah! [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] We're the new Car-tel, R.Kel with the kid Cass-idy. Girl if you man start actin' up, ask for him or ask for me. 'Cuz see, we could go get it crackin, but you know what'll happen, we be under the covers, makin' love to each other. I got a double bed, one's to sleep on, other one's to get my freak on, (ladies) it's all for them (ladies). Yeah I ball for that (ladies), hit the mall for that, (ladies) keep it fly for them, (ladies) keep my eye on them, (ladies) hot tub for them, (ladies) pop bub' for them, (ladies) I got love for ma, yeeeah! [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] We goin' Chi-town steppin' out, to the club lettin' out, and we goin' sex it out, 'til we all checkin' out. I got my chicks I'ma bring to the tele, we 'bout to do the damn thing, sing to 'em Kelly. [R Kelly:] It's alright(it's alright) If you wanna come with me, and fulfill your fantasy, baby in my hotel suite. And it's ok, if you wanna party night 'til day, I will do anything you say. Just come to my hotel. [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Call out:] You've just heard, a classic, featuring the one and only, Kels, Cassidy, Swiss beats the monster (yes i am) Full service the label, Rock***the family, Ruff ryders the family. This one's for the ladies y'all. The baby, believe it! Get your hands up! It's over. |
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from Cassidy - Hotel [single] (2004)
[R Kelly:]
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening to the sounds of swiss beats. We got cassidy in here. Kels! We in our throwbacks. This is for the ladies, we got room keys. [Chorus (R Kelly):] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin' checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] I'm staying in the hotel, not the motel or the holi-day inn. If that girl don't participate, well then I'ma take her friend. Well if, mami is with it then, mami can give it then, mami a rider, I'ma, slide up beside her. I got a suite, you can creep on through, I know you tryin' to get your freak on too, I'll do it all for that (lady), yeah I ball for that (lady), hit the mall for that (lady), keep it fly for them (ladies), keep my eye on them (ladies), hot tub for them (ladies), pop bub' for them (ladies), I got love for ma (ladies), yeeah! [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] We're the new Car-tel, R.Kel with the kid Cass-idy. Girl if you man start actin' up, ask for him or ask for me. 'Cuz see, we could go get it crackin, but you know what'll happen, we be under the covers, makin' love to each other. I got a double bed, one's to sleep on, other one's to get my freak on, (ladies) it's all for them (ladies). Yeah I ball for that (ladies), hit the mall for that, (ladies) keep it fly for them, (ladies) keep my eye on them, (ladies) hot tub for them, (ladies) pop bub' for them, (ladies) I got love for ma, yeeeah! [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] We goin' Chi-town steppin' out, to the club lettin' out, and we goin' sex it out, 'til we all checkin' out. I got my chicks I'ma bring to the tele, we 'bout to do the damn thing, sing to 'em Kelly. [R Kelly:] It's alright(it's alright) If you wanna come with me, and fulfill your fantasy, baby in my hotel suite. And it's ok, if you wanna party night 'til day, I will do anything you say. Just come to my hotel. [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Call out:] You've just heard, a classic, featuring the one and only, Kels, Cassidy, Swiss beats the monster (yes i am) Full service the label, Rock***the family, Ruff ryders the family. This one's for the ladies y'all. The baby, believe it! Get your hands up! It's over. |
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from Cassidy - Hotel [single] (2004)
shake it i want to see you shake it
i aint gon fake it i want to see you naked it girl you got figure make a nigga want to taste it lay your face on the pillow cases and see if you can Take it verse 1 yeah dis cat in the business 600 on the back of my benzes it's nothin i lay back in my drop and get my roll on i took my old jon back to the lot like take it and my ****** be mind blown big face watch 5 different time zones and they aint rinestones they a couple of thou and this just one of my styles so take it (chorus) (girl) daddy you know i want to shake it the way i shake it make you want to break it (cassidy) aint nothin stop frontin what's poppin boo if you want it all you got to do is come take it (girl) daddy i know you gon make it and when you make it you still gon take it (cassidy) stand up if you makin somethin stand up if you takin somethin OK? verse 2 some niggas want to live this life but cant live it i know what it's like to want it and cant get it i know what it's like to be broke that's why everytime i get a good price on a ***** ima take it everything i write is a quote and for that butta you be bitin the toast i'm back on my grissel and my raps official any chance i get to clap my ***** man ima take it you should ride for ya man and if worst come to worst you should die for ya man but if i run up and pull it and shoot at your man would you jump in front of the bullet and take it (chorus) if it aint one thing damn it's anotha hand in hand i sold grams of butta man i was drug dealin cuz i love the feelin of handin a couple grand to my motha like take it look i'm off the chain i get all the bitches all the brain my sound goin down in the hall of fame and all yall gon call the name CASSIDY and ima take it flip it bounce it and switch it up i take herbs by tha ounces and twist it up listen up wit the mic in my hand it's like i got ya life in my hands and ima take it (chorus) TAKE IT! |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
[Swizz Beats] Let's go round and round the world, Cass Round and round the world. Cassidy Tha Problem You are now in zone of Philly's own...Cassidy [VERSE 1] (Swizz Beats) Cassidy I'm gone ball right I deal wit the raw get it alright And my chicks get it hard, get it all night So ladies if you wit me say alright (Alright) say alright This for my hood mamis Y'all hard to be trust but what's good mami I would grip you up if I could mami 'Cuz you ain't gettin' fucked like you should mami And that ain't good mami This for the black ladies We gotta love the mothers of the black babies 'Cuz if we don't do that then it's a wrap baby So if you from the gutter where you at baby (Oh yeah) where you at baby This for the white women The Spanish, Asian and all type women I got love for my striaght and my dike women No matter what you like it's alright women (Alright) it's alright women It's alright [CHORUS 2x] (Swizz Beats) To my ladies around the world, world To my thugs around the world, world I do this around the world, world You can't miss me, I'm comin' through [VERSE 2] Cassidy I'm gone shine right Yeah a nigga rhyme, I'm in the limelight But I had to grind of the crime life We all gone shine when the time right (Alright) so get ya mind right This for my hood niggaz It's hard to come up but what's good nigga I would break bread if I could nigga 'Cuz you ain't gettin' fed like you should nigga And that ain't good nigga This for the rock hustlers The makin' sales, still on the block hustlers And in the jails are my cell block hustlers And most cops just wanna knock hustlers 'cuz they not hustlers This for my real homies We done been through it all but we still homies Man you gotta work hard for a meal homie Man cats still hungry wit a deal homie, and that's real homie And that's real [CHORUS 2x] (Swizz Beats) To my ladies around the world, world To my thugs around the world, world I do this around the world, world You can't miss me, I'm comin' through [VERSE 3] I was born in Philly We really get it on in Philly If you from where I'm from I know you feel me I'mma rep where I'm from until they kill me, until they kill me And this for N.Y It's like my second home when I spin by And them ATL niggaz show me love too They ladies act crazy when the club do, show me love boo This for my collie cats My Baltimore stashin' the ollie cats From Florida back up to D.C And Virginia sendin' love when they see me, and that's for GP I send the rest out To any other place that I left out From the north to the east to the west south Cassidy gone rep 'till he repped out, until he repped out Yeah yeah [CHORUS 2x] (Swizz Beats) To my ladies around the world, world To my thugs around the world, world I do this around the world, world You can't miss me, I'm comin' through |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
(Chorus - Swizz Beatz)
My blood pressure's buildin' (4x) It's Cassidy trick It's Cassidy bitch It's Cassidy clique It's Cassidy beeyatch! (Verse 1 - Cassidy) Ayo, what'chu know 'bout this world I'm in Everynight I twist up and get drunk 'til I hurl again Then i'll pour some more and start twirlin' then And might go and get my pipes up by your girl and them If you a thug, stop girlin' then If I see a car in traffic, I'm a jacket like Burlington It's Cassidy, who's thorough as him, nobody I keep a gun tucked cause I don't trust nobody I got plenty biscuits And ya'll niggaz like skinny bitches yall ain't got nobodies Watch how you talk to me man Before you faggots get smacked with the dark skin part of my hand Understand? (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm the best in building, a prospect destined for millions Threat to civillians and my blood pressure is building Catch feelings? You be wet, catchin' a steel in Weapons directed, at ya' chest, neck and ya' grill and Still, there's no regrets, but I confessed that I kill men I spill men's blood on the rug next to there children And if you wan' set it? Cass' bettin' his deal in Yes I will win, when I spill extra appealin' Come to Limekill, we got them exstasy pills and Got the whip fully equiped except for the ceilin' I got a stash in it, the Smith-n-Wessun can chill in I might get arressted, but until then? (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3) If I hear you gettin' chips, pitbulls where you sleepin' Everybody on the fuckin' floor, I'm squeezin' Click the four, grip your whore by her weave and Bitch, what muthafuckin' drawer is the keys in? Got you on your knees like a braud and you pleadin' (Uh, you got it dog, take it all, I don't need it) I'll clap you and have you on your carpet, bleedin' Throw your stuff in the trunk of the Ford then I'm leavin Now I got a raw load more than I'm needin And that's the reason, why you and whore is screamin' Pull this, squeezed then if you holdin' them hammers I'm focused like disposable cameras, nigga! (Repeat Chorus until end) |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
(cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya (cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya? (cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha (cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me [Cassidy] Ayo this Cassidy and niggaz is not fuckin wit me man yea I'm talkin reckless but you gotta respect it its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta Kiss talk to 'em man [Jadakiss] yo, you know me K-I-S-S Kiss of Death LP soon come for ya, bless bless metalic green paint on the apala the S.S and I figured the more niggaz dead the less stress You love how I'm hurtin the track You wanna polly but I'm sort of hard to reach like the dirt on ya back hand to hand like I'm workin the sack and I work out on my arms, so I have no problem workin the mack (uh) neva been a toe steppa, side switcher a fence jumper, I was ten wit ten pumpers hustled wit the best of dem did watever it took to make a quarter I charged niggaz to watch wrestlin I'm a heavy threat, D-Block, Double R, Full surface yall niggaz ain't ready yet YEA, NEW YORK IS MINE, PHILLY IS CASS HOLLA BACK [Chorus: Jadakiss - 2X] (cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya (cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya? (cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha (cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me [Cassidy] You know me, C-A-S-S, fresh dressed just coped some new 4-5's and a fresh vest I get scout, cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex but less talk, you ain't got no heart in ya left breast go head, get ya beef on I let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothin but ya sneaks on but it don't matter cuz ya feets gonn now thats restin in peices so go meet Jesus You lil boys better ease up uz them dudes you think hot, will see Cass and then freeze up You wanna scrap? role ya sleeves up but, I'd rather squeeze cuz I ain't trynna fuck my trees up or wrinkle my dickie, I crack the dutch sprinkle the sticky I know you pissed, I got kiss and them wit me, dig me? cuz you dudes is haters and if you bet that I was gonn flop, you gonn LOSE YA PAPER [Chorus: Jadakiss - 2X] (cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya (cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya? (cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha (cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me [Jadakiss] ayo, get it thru ya head it's no stoppin me nigga the "R" is Double, the Surface is Full, the Block is D all it take is a trey 8 and a mask nigga its Jada and Cas I vision ya face, watin to blast if money was food yall niggaz be fastin and we stuffin our face, we eatin wit passion in the hood like we runnin numbers Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin from us [Cassidy] they runnin from us cuz they petrified I lift guns for the exercise and I spray like insectosides You bullz better recognize when the weapon rise You can catch slugs in ya chest thru ya vest and die You on some sucka shit so I'll leave a scar on ya face longer than the knife that I cut you wit I done paid my dews so I'll blow ya brains out and then feed it to ya seed like baby food [Chorus: Jadakiss - 2X] (cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya (cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya? (cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha (cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
(Swizz Beatz)
Ladies and gentlemen! (Cassidy) Okay! How you doin' ma, this ya' song ma! Yea c'mon ma, this ya' song ma! We can get it on ma, this ya song ma! This ya song ma, this ya song (Verse 1) How ya doin ma, yea come here, where you goin ma, what up You in a rush? What's goin' on ma? You can keep goin' ma but in this cold world You gon' need a man this thorough to keep you warm ma You and me? We can take this world by storm ma So let me have ya math and then I'm gone ma I'm havin' an afterparty later on ma So you should cancel whatever you was doin' ma We can get a 'telly and visit and get it on ma You wid'it, I hit it 'til 6 in the morn' ma You ain't hear the song ma? Yea I'm a don ma So if you ridin' with a playa then c'mon ma (Bridge - Cassidy & {Mashonda}) How you doin' ma {Oh} This ya' song ma {Yea} Yea c'mon ma {Oh} This ya' song ma {Yea} We can get it on ma {Oh} This ya song ma {Yea} This ya song ma {Yea} This ya song {Yea} Scream at 'em {Yea} (Chorus - Mashonda & {Cassidy}) Me and you {It don't get no betta} But we can do it all {It don't get no betta} Our love {It don't get no betta} Cause you remind me of the first time (Verse 2) You know what you remind me of? The sun that shines above, I think I'm in love Cause everytime I look in your eyes They be dumb bright like the sunlight when I look in the sky And you always look fly, you stay wit' the mean outfit And got shoes they ain't even come out wit' Always got ya nails done, always got ya self fixed You're the type of chick I can see me goin out wit' And I ain't knockin' ya hustle But you should be somebody wifey, icey with a rock on your knuckle And we'll look hot as a couple Cause you shaped so beautifully and you almost cute as me (Repeat Bridge) (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3) Mm mm mm, wit' ya sexy self Go to my hotel and undress yourself And after we have sex, don't stress yourself I'll still respect you, if you respect yourself Girl, it's whatever, I get the chedda When we get together, it don't get no betta And you can see I'm donnin' cause my arm on chill It look like I spilled freon on it I made hella paper on the block That's why I'm 'bout to put a 3-storee elevator in my yahct They gon' keep hatin' it boo But keep holdin' me down strong, this song's dedicated to you (Repeat Bridge) (Repeat Chorus) (Mashonda & {Cassidy}) Baby I can't deny that I'm feeling you The way that you look and the things you do No it...{It don't get no betta} No it...{It don't get no betta} Baby it don't {Don't get no betta) No oh, it don't get no betta (Repeat Bridge) (Repeat Chorus) Oh oh oh, we got another one, Full Surface! I go by the name Cassidy man, the Problem You dealin' wit' the best, me and Mashonda It don't get no better than this |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
[R. Kelly] + (Cassidy) Ladiessss (Yea, I go by the name of Cassidy) Ladies (And I got love for the ladies) Ladies Ladies (Fo real) Ladiesss (Remix) [Chorus] We're vacationing somewhere on an island (we chillin 4x) Drinks of all kind (we chillin 4x) Girl you wanna come to my Hotel Baby I'll leave you my room key I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie [CASSIDY] Just when you thought I was done I come wit the remix But dis for the hood Good J-O-B Swiss Yeah I spit rhymes but I grind to see chix Cum see the strip its like takin a ski trip Zero degree wrist 80 a whop My chain blingy pinky full of radiant rocks I aint Chingy I'm outside the motel party Passenger side wit Rob in the Ferrari I smoke la-la get high like I'm a Marley Wit the mamiz you can find me where the bar be Its hot as hell in here got Kels in here You can smell in the air we got L's in here Got Cris got Hyp got Belvedere And ain't nuttin but pretty females in here yeah Its so terrific on the boat we can float the pacific And vacation on an island I ain't know existed [Chorus] We're vacationing somewhere on an island (we chillin 4x) Drinks of all kind (we chillin 4x) Girl you wanna come to my Hotel Baby I'll leave you my room key I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie So if you wanna come to my Hotel All you gotta do is holla at me Cuz we havin a after party Checkin out 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin [TRINA] Miss trina and I'm off the chain And you know I do my thing in the Vero Wang You know I stay clean 20kt pinky ring I'm the hottest chick and I'll bitch I'm a queen Da chick of your dreams I'm back on the scene I'm makin you scream and I'm takin your cream Now yous a real playa Cassidy But tell the truth you don't know a bitch as bas as me After the party is the after party In the penthouse suite and we actin naughty Dis chicks so nice got the cris so nice In the hotel room thoia thoing all nite And you know I'm ready, L'Pearle teddy Rock the boat steady till I'm hot and sweaty In the hotel motel make you wanna go tell Your homeboys how I put it on you so well [Chorus] We're vacationing somewhere on an island (we chillin 4x) Drinks of all kind (we chillin 4x) Girl you wanna come to my Hotel Baby I'll leave you my room key I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie So if you wanna come to my Hotel All you gotta do is holla at me Cuz we havin a after party Checkin out 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin [CASSIDY] If theres anybody dat do it big in the hotel Its me see I practically live in the hotel I put in work in the street So I can afford to spend 10 grand on room service a week I got the top chef makin my lunch And the tip the waiter get prolly more than he make in a month I'm in the hot tub breaking a blunt I got 4 freaks in my suite all getting naked at once While their girlfriends wait in the front I got plenty cigars and plenty bottles and they not from the mini bar I got Swissy looking out for me I'm in the presidential you can see the whole city from my balcony [Chorus] We're vacationing somewhere on an island (we chillin 4x) Drinks of all kind (we chillin 4x) Girl you wanna cum to my Hotel Baby I'll leave you my room key I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie So if you wanna cum to my Hotel All you gotta do is holla at me Cuz we havin a after party Checkin out 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin Lauuuu 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin Lauuuu 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin mornin [CASSIDY] Yea yea yea here we go All my girls round the world I do it for yall I love you babygirl I do it for yall Da kid Cas got love I do it for yall When you see me get a hug I do it for yall I'll sign an autograph I do it for yall All around the world I do it for yall Got love for my girls I do it for yall It's all rite baby girl I do it for yall yeah Philly I do it for yall Full Surface J Records we do it for yall My man Swissy you know the boy do it for yall Cassidy the problem man I do it for yall Split Personalities cummin soon yall |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
[R Kelly:]
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening to the sounds of swiss beats. We got cassidy in here. Kels! We in our throwbacks. This is for the ladies, we got room keys. [Chorus (R Kelly):] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin' checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] I'm staying in the hotel, not the motel or the holi-day inn. If that girl don't participate, well then I'ma take her friend. Well if, mami is with it then, mami can give it then, mami a rider, I'ma, slide up beside her. I got a suite, you can creep on through, I know you tryin' to get your freak on too, I'll do it all for that (lady), yeah I ball for that (lady), hit the mall for that (lady), keep it fly for them (ladies), keep my eye on them (ladies), hot tub for them (ladies), pop bub' for them (ladies), I got love for ma (ladies), yeeah! [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] We're the new Car-tel, R.Kel with the kid Cass-idy. Girl if you man start actin' up, ask for him or ask for me. 'Cuz see, we could go get it crackin, but you know what'll happen, we be under the covers, makin' love to each other. I got a double bed, one's to sleep on, other one's to get my freak on, (ladies) it's all for them (ladies). Yeah I ball for that (ladies), hit the mall for that, (ladies) keep it fly for them, (ladies) keep my eye on them, (ladies) hot tub for them, (ladies) pop bub' for them, (ladies) I got love for ma, yeeeah! [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] We goin' Chi-town steppin' out, to the club lettin' out, and we goin' sex it out, 'til we all checkin' out. I got my chicks I'ma bring to the tele, we 'bout to do the damn thing, sing to 'em Kelly. [R Kelly:] It's alright(it's alright) If you wanna come with me, and fulfill your fantasy, baby in my hotel suite. And it's ok, if you wanna party night 'til day, I will do anything you say. Just come to my hotel. [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Call out:] You've just heard, a classic, featuring the one and only, Kels, Cassidy, Swiss beats the monster (yes i am) Full service the label, Rock***the family, Ruff ryders the family. This one's for the ladies y'all. The baby, believe it! Get your hands up! It's over. |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
[Swizz Beats] Turn it up so they can hear this. It's Full Surface, y'all. Cassidy c'mon! I said...It's Full Surface, y'all. Cassidy, c'mon! [VERSE 1] These niggaz wanna act like Cass, wanna stack like Cass Wanna copy my gear, wear they hat like Cass Then they try to spit it on a track like Cass But niggaz hear the track and say, ("That's not Cass!") Cats don't be clappin' wit the gat like cass One shell'll make back crack like crabs Ya flow played out, you been wack like plaid I peel bills and they come back like scabs The hoes know won't nobody mack like Cass Lay the pipe and hit it from the back like Cass The chain hang, diamonds in that like glass This crap life switched to the rap life fast [CHORUS 2x] From the block to the studio back to the block Yeah I rap over packs on the block I'm husslin' (All night long!) I'm husslin' (To the break of dawn!) Come on! [VERSE 2] These niggaz wanna shop like Cass, play the block like Cass Wanna copy my flow so they hot like Cass Niggaz try and get it on lock like Cass But niggaz hear ya shit and say, ("That's not Cass!") You don't take bullets out the box like Cass Load guns that hold a hundred shots like Cass Roll like Cass, stroll like Cass Got the blimp that be pimpin' all the hoes like Cass Niggaz don't be sittin' in the Rov like Cass Wit the Rolls gold, got they wrist froze like Cass Who can play the strip and get it sold like Cass This rap life done switched to my old life fast [CHORUS 2x] From the block to the studio back to the block Yeah I rap over packs on the block I'm husslin' (All night long!) I'm husslin' (To the break of dawn!) Come on! [VERSE 3] These niggaz want a brick like Cass to get rich like Cass Put a bunch of punch lines in they shit like Cass It's a million niggaz tryna spit like Cass But niggaz hear they shit and say, ("That's not Cass!") I get mad when try and bees like this And dudes that produce try and bees like Swizz They hit the keys on the MP's like Swizz But when the beat play I say, "He's not Swizz!" Y'all niggaz just can't shine like us We put in time, niggaz ain't grind like us Name two niggaz you could find like us Wit the hard beats and the hard rhymes like us [CHORUS 2x] From the block to the studio back to the block Yeah I rap over packs on the block I'm husslin' (All night long!) I'm husslin' (To the break of dawn!) Come on! |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
[CHORUS] I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat [VERSE 1] I refuse to go back to bein' broke again I'd rather load the toast wit the shells and sell coke again Rather put the blow on the scale and sell dope again Rather put the dro' in the L and inhale smoke again I refuse to go back to bein' poor again I'd rather sell dimes outside of the corner store again Put the guns up and run up in the corner store again Rather take my gat to Iraq and go to war wit them I refuse to go back to bein' down again I'd rather walk around all day wit the tre pound again Hop out on a clown wit the K and spray rounds again Get you dug up out ya grave and laid down again I refuse to go bak to no dough again I'd rather go to my young boy that grow dro again Then make a young boy strip wit the 4-4 again I even make my bitch strip and then go-go again [CHORUS] I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat [VERSE 2] I ain't tryna go back to livin' gutter man That's why I'm stackin' this cheese to feed my mother, man Plus I got a step pop and a little brother, man And I still gotta take care of my baby mothter, man Now I'm signed some cats is not actin' right They be thinkin' I'm stackin' 'cuz I be rappin', right? When you dead the bread can't bring you back to life But I got family to feed and they got appetites So I ain't tryne be ridin' on the bus again Workin' a 9 to 5 that's why I'm husslin' Got rhymes line for line, man I'm crushin' 'em This little 9 of mine, man I'm bustin' 'em I gotta stay on my grind 'cuz I ain't eatin' right Got bags under my eyes 'cuz I ain't sleepin' right Even if I ain't beefin' I gotta keep the pipe You got cake, I'mma eat a slice, nigga! [CHORUS] I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat [VERSE 3] (Swizz Beats) Man I'm just like a dude in the crib wit no food in the fridge (Talk to 'em...I'm hungry!) And I'm just like the guy that you saw that was robbin' the store (Talk to 'em...I'm hunngry!) And I'm just like the dude on the block that be movin' the rock (Talk to 'em...I'm hungry!) And I'm just like the hustlin' cat that be bustin' his gat (Talk to 'm...I'm hungry!) That's why I do what I do You would too if you knew what I knew I cop ostriches, got beef like sausages And I'm hungry as a hostage is (Real talk) So I'mma keep sellin' coke to ya 'Cuz niggaz gotta eat in the street, it's like a little Ethiopia That's why I be out here in the street 'Cuz 'till the day I die, man I gotta eat [CHORUS 2x] I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
[Intro - Jazze Pha]
To my super fly girls, all around the world Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl Your so beautiful [Swizz Beatz] One two, one two, one two, one two, one two Full Surface, hey, awoo! One two, one two, one two, one two, one two Cassidy.. One two, one two, one two, one two, one two Jazze Phizzy Wezzay One two, one two, one two, one two, one two Swizz - The Monster [Chorus - Jazze Pha] + {Swizz in background} To my super fly girls, all around the world Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl Your so beautiful, girl ya so beautiful And ya shinin, shinin like lipstick To them thugs in the club, if ya know ya fly Some cash in the air, wave 'em side to side Your so beautiful, (Woman: Boy you know you doin it) And ya shinin, (Woman: Shining like chrome rims) [Verse 1 - Cassidy] + {Swizz in background} I'm shinin, doin it big I spend more time in the club, then I do in my crib The kid is a ladies man But I get called "Shady", cause I'ma lot of ladies man And I can't be commited to none, I hit it and run But my hand glittered, and I get her to cum I floss on a chick, with the frost on the wrist And my diamonds shinin, like the gloss on her lips Ms. Frankie B., thanks to me When we get to the bar, all drinks is free I own the party, cause I chrome the Ferrari Maranello, and this Canary yellow [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Cassidy] + {Swizz in background} To all my chicks that's strippin, makin the cash That's beautiful, keep on shakin ya ass Even though you gettin naked, and you takin it off You be rakin in the cake, when they be breakin you off Now where all my girls in school You will lose in the world, if ya girl a fool You need brain in ya life, some change in ya life Some Cognac, and some Champagne in ya life Or you might need a workin label You go girl, twist and twirl, twerk it baby Ladies! we all gon' shine tonight Get blind, and have a good time tonight [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Cassidy] It's Full Surface, better notice the name You can't help, but to notice the chain (ching-ching) And my fist it bling I just gave a chick a cold sore, when she kissed the ring Sing - "I got girls all around the world And thought I got a hit, I get around ya girl" Don't take it personal though Cause I look good, and I'ma good person to know So, pop ya bottles, pop ya E's And I got the dutches, got the trees The kid, get his gig on, bumpin and grindin Then I hit the hotel, wit a slut and a condom [Chorus] |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
(feat. Snoop Dogg)
[Chorus (Cassidy & Female Voice)] [Female Voice:] I'd like to make sweet love to you [Cassidy:] What you say you tryin' to do, huh? [C:] I'll make you scream like [F:] AHHH! [C:] And shout like [F:] AHHH! [C:] And sing [F:] Do di do do di do do do [C:] Now what you say? [F:] I'd like to make sweet love to you [Repeat] [Verse 1 (Cassidy)] Okay! I was told you ain't got it nice, 'til you got a wife But nope I'ma baller cuz, never gon fall in love Pshyche that's a damn lie Ladies put ya hands high every woman should get that one man to stand by It's called devotion, emotions could make a man cry But ma wipe ya tears and just stare in that man eyes Prove that you there for him, prove that you care for him That's how you gotta act, prove that you got his back Prove that you not a rat Don't creep and ho around, hold him down 'Cause you know what comes around goes around And I'm older now and it might seem kinda weird But man all them damn AIDS commercials got me kinda scared [Chorus] [Verse 2 (Snoop Dogg)] You ever laid on some pink mink sheets blowin' swishers Holdin' on some champagne while doin ya damn thang Caressin' on tha world main Adressin'' you is no pain Betty Wright is playing, no pain no gain I did it for the hell of it Hit it now you tell a bitch Now she want a little bit, I did it for the smell of it It's relevant and evident Yeah girl you heaven sent I love the way you break and take all the evidence Pimpin cause I'm stayin in your mothafucking residence While you out bringin me back the dead presidents (Pimpin', Pimpin', Pimpin') You can say that I got you I do it cause I have to, plus I feel like I got you [Chorus] [Verse 3 (Cassidy)] Sis if you make love to me Kissin' and huggin' me Lickin' and rubbin' me, it'll get ugly The bed got a mink spread gettin all cuddley Pop bub' the hot tub gettin all bubbley You don't even gotta ask, all my girls got it bad Closet full of Prada bags and I ain't even gotta brag Yeah I keep them lookin real Go 'head you can push the wheel And if ya face tough I might wake up and cook a meal Whatever you ask for (It's yours) We can go to my bungalo over in Tahiti with the glass floors Fish swimmin 'round, the moonlight shimmer down I got the bomb stroke Girl get ya spine broke [Chorus Until Fade] |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
Artist: Cassidy
Album: Split Personality Song: My Interpretation Okay. This joint is knockin' right here I don't even need to write to this joint this easy I'mma just talk to 'em off the top, listen My interpretation of what the game facin' I'm basin' my facts on ancient civilization And my proclamation plus the world and its foundation My education is statin' black unification Debatin' whether Satin is situatin' And placin' me in a state of mind that can't be shaken It's like a leech slurrin' my specch, energy taken It's brakin' my fiberglass thoughts that pass through my mental Lettin' off frustration through meditation in conventional Dimension in teleportation And like the length between words in the first grade my mind is spacin' Out on route like telephone communications through nations Give me 360 degree rotations my occupation Spittin' flows and creatin' a creation through experimental situations They drug me 'cuz my thoughts bloody like menstruations Makin' my temperature heat up like incubation They tracin' and chasin' from location to location I'm stationed at a hotel accomidation Waitin' to start me and my squad organization But I'm hesitatin', too many outside irritations Makin' me pause and might cause altercations But I'm penetratin', surpassin' so-called limitations Dedication, motivation and concentration Manifestation is the key to escalation And fluctuation of cheese might cause MC's suffocation Or tax on cats 'cuz no jacks is bein' fakin' They typically pissin' me off like urination Deflation and toleration is in consideration But me in my rankin' is like Bob Marley to Jamaicans I might be...slightly exaggeratin' but eliminatin' These snakes wit affiliation got the system scared Like mice durin' extermination Erasin' the rhymes rapper's lines wit time and patience Takin' no shorts, thoughts like woo blunts I'm lacin' Comin' down like condensation givin' proper information My interpretation of the rap business Since my christenin' I wanted to be a rap technician Splittin' mics in half for my fans when I'm spittin' Never forgettin' how rap started from the beginnin' But most of these ignorant rappers talkin' 'bout money they gettin' Bars they spittin', cars they whippin', nice clothes they dipped in Hoes they hittin', 9's they grippin' But they gotta expand they mind and rhyme somethin' different For instance, that's what I be kickin' in my writtens But if you listen pay attention positivity's mentioned My composition has a 50 slash 50 division I can please both crowds no vocals is my intentions When I do that wit rap I expand my comprehension Extendin' my knowledge like goin' to college at Princeton The industry's missin' and interpretation that's sickenin' They was wishin' I presented so now I'm forever in it The business... |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
[Intro - Swizz Beatz]
Aooow! banger, let's go (Swizz, man) Styles P (Oh, y'all ain't know) Cassidy Full Surface, listen it's a rap for y'all, whooo! Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow! [Verse 1 - Cassidy] Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg Nigga I'm sicker then full-blown AIDS And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age You been afraid, you sweet like homemade Lemonade, if it's beef, then the chrome blaze You could make the newspaper, get ya own page And make the news too, you know how my dudes do We wear masks so you can't tell, who's who And for the cash, we'll blast at you dudes too Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right I'm in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light I'm comin for cash, gun in the dash And I'm on 21 and a half's (for real cannon) I got my gat, I ain't walkin without it And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga [Chorus - Cassidy] + (Swizz Beatz) POP that cannon, POP that cannon POP that cannon, POP that cannon (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon POP that cannon, POP that cannon (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) [Verse 2 - Styles P.] Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit Organs on the floor of the van Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man Y'all wanna fly like Mike... motherfuckas So they won't find you, or your Jordans again Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call If you don't have my money, in 24 hours Then the cocksucka won't see his daughter again It's like the movie that you seen, I'm the star of the screen I got a roll for you to play... stand here And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Cassidy] Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes I'ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind Shit my whole clique commit crimes Did time, been on the strip and grip nines But I swear to you motherfuckas I got my gun right here, I ain't scared of you motherfuckas I'm a hustler, plus a check cutter I stretch butter, in {???} X, now that's gutter I came for war, you know what them thangs is for Slug make ya blood stain the floor It ain't a game no more, niggaz gon' respect me I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li So don't test me, or the boy S.P Cause I ain't tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee You don't impress me, STOP that cannon Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
[Justin:] My blood pressures building
my blood pressures building, my blood pressures build- [Justin's Dad:] Justin, Justin What this? Who's this? [J:] This is Cassidy [JD:] Man...he's talkin' about guns, talkin' about drugs, callin' girls whores, bitches! Is this what you want to listen to. [J:] Yeah! [JD:] What's so positive about it? [J:] Well he has some positive songs but this is my favorite song. [JD:] Why what makes it so positive, I mean what makes it so you kno interesting? [J:] The beat... and the ryhmes and everything else [JD:] I need you to really focuz on your school work not this ?? It could corup you your gonna go to jail [J:] Wait! no im not it's just music, its crazy music too but im not gonna go to jail [JD:] Well, I don't wanna hear no more of this Cassidy CD until I hear some substance some positiviy and some Real Talk ok thats the end of it O don't wanna hear no more. [J:] Alright dad. |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
[Swizz Beats]
1-2 1-2. I need all my real niggaz to stand up. All you fake ass niggaz fall back. It's a problem. Philly stand up! [CHORUS] (Swizz Beats) Cassidy (What's ya name dog?) Cassidy (Man, tell 'em again) Caissidy (Man, where ya from?) Philly (Talk to 'em talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The world know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) [VERSE 1] (Swizz Beats) My name Cass and I'm 'bout my B-I Niggaz wanna be me, yeah I can see why Told y'all How I used to roll and see Clive Hop off the G-4, hop in the G-5 But since niggaz wanna copy and be me I'mma hop off the yacht then hop in the GT Got niggaz in the hood knockin' the CD Wait 'till my face start poppin' on TV See the ladies give me top for cheapy All they wanna do is just hop on the wee-wee My rich chick'll take a helicopter to see me I pop Dominican and she'll drop me a key free I got a actress in L.A., doctor in DC Even got a lawyer a cop in the DT See I got money but I ain't spendin' it I need a girl who got a job wit nice benefits 'Cuz honey bunch I ain't wit the funny stuff You ain't gone fuck me to spend my money up Nah, I can't have it boo But girl do what you do I ain't mad at you Nah, 'cuz I got since to know That I ain't gone get pimped, I'mma pimp a hoe Ayyo, get money nigga fuck the fame (The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!) [CHORUS] (Swizz Beats) Cassidy! (Man, tell 'em again) Cassidy! (Man, where ya from?) Philly (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The world know I'm a problem, y'all (Hold on, I tried to tell 'em, man!) [VERSE 2] Ayyo, guess what happened, guess what happened? I was on the radio and yo, guess what happened? I'm sittin' there starin' in this DJ face And all he askin' me about is the Freeway tape I'm like, "If I ain't right you can say I'm wrong But Mr. DJ can you play my song?" Please, play somethin' that's good for the air Please, play somethin' that the hood wanna hear So when the radio go to put that trash on Call 'em up and say, "Put that Cass on!" And I ain't pissin' nobody But if every rapper died I wouldn't be missin' nobody 'Specially if it ain't Styles, 'Kiss or nobody Busta, Nore, Swizz or nobody If it ain't Drag, Kim or Fat Joe I could care less if a cat gotta lay on his back, yo So, I don't owe y'all niggaz And y'all might be aight but I don't know y'all niggaz I mean, it's a couple other niggaz that I've met With the FS on my chest without press I got love for Snoop, Puff and Wyclef And my niggaz Esco, so let's go, yo Get money nigga, fuck the fame (The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!) [CHORUS 2x] (Swizz Beats) Cassidy! (Man, tell 'em again) Cassidy! (Man, where ya from?) Philly (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The world know I'm a problem, y'all (Hold on, I tried to tell 'em, man!) |
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from Wyclef Jean - The Preacher's Son (2003)
[Wyclef]
Ladies and gentleman, the preacher's son Patti LaBelle is in the building [Wyclef] Let's celebrate, have a basement party A barbeque how we used to do On the avenue, have a family reunion Man, how I miss those days When the kids was kids, no knives on the street When the ice cream man came around the way Lord, Miss Patti, won't you help me sing Lord knows how I miss those days [Patti (Wyclef)] Dressing up for church on Easter Sunday (how I miss those days) Doing the electric slide at every party (how I miss those days) Oh, if only you knew, what I've been through (you would celebrate) You would celebrate (everybody just celebrate, how I miss those days) those days) [Wyclef (Patti)] I came in this game through the back door (get up) I know LaBelle, we were so much more (get up) We worked it, and earned it, God knows we deserved it (get up) Keep on striving, I know you'll make it [Wyclef (Patti)] Let's celebrate, have a basement party A barbeque how we used to do (yeah, get up) On the avenue, have a family reunion Man, how I miss those days When the kids was kids, no knives on the street When the ice cream man came around the way Lord, Miss Patti, won't you help me sing Lord knows how I miss those days [Patti (Wyclef)] Dressing up for church on Easter Sunday (how I miss those days), get up Doing the electric slide at every party (how I miss those days) Oh, if only you knew, what I've been through (you would celebrate) You would celebrate (everybody just celebrate, how I miss those days) those days), get up [Wyclef (Patti)] I'm gon' box these niggaz Take home on a number one belt (get up) We gonna pop that thug, oh no, to celebrate the wealth (get up) See, I'm a take that hay and turn it into loot Cause who ever God blessed no man can test (get up) Who ever God blessed, no man can test What goes up must surely come down, yes So watch who you hurt on your way up Cause they'll be laughing at you on your way down Tell the judge we don't want incarceration Cause we came for the celebration, hey So let the women and the children eat first Cause it's been so long since a celebration, Cassidy [Cassidy (Patti)] This Cassidy, let's celebrate (oh) I'm selling weed and got hella cake And I still got the dog in my backyard It's hamburgers, hot dogs in the back row (get up) On the grill we cooking it all up My mom got skills, she hooking it all up Man, it feels like back in the days When cats wasn't clapping to K's And hood rats was acting they age (get up) Clef and the rest of the game with me And me and Miss LaBelle, we rep the same city (get up) Philly, home of the blunts and the cheese steaks And I cannot be stopped, like I need breaks (get up) [Wyclef (Patti)] Let's celebrate, have a basement party A barbeque how we used to do (yeah) On the avenue, have a family reunion Man, how I miss those days When the kids was kids, no knives on the street When the ice cream man came around the way Lord, Miss Patti, won't you help me sing Lord knows how I miss those days [Patti (Wyclef)] Dressing up for church on Easter Sunday (how I miss those days) Doing the electric slide at every party (how I miss those days) Oh, if only you knew, what I've been through (you would celebrate) You would celebrate (everybody just celebrate, how I miss those days) those days), get up [Wyclef (Patti)] (get up) You would celebrate, everybody just celebrate, how I miss those days |
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from Cassidy - Hotel [single] (2003)
[R Kelly:]
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening to the sounds of swiss beats. We got cassidy in here. Kels! We in our throwbacks. This is for the ladies, we got room keys. [Chorus (R Kelly):] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin' checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] I'm staying in the hotel, not the motel or the holi-day inn. If that girl don't participate, well then I'ma take her friend. Well if, mami is with it then, mami can give it then, mami a rider, I'ma, slide up beside her. I got a suite, you can creep on through, I know you tryin' to get your freak on too, I'll do it all for that (lady), yeah I ball for that (lady), hit the mall for that (lady), keep it fly for them (ladies), keep my eye on them (ladies), hot tub for them (ladies), pop bub' for them (ladies), I got love for ma (ladies), yeeah! [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] We're the new Car-tel, R.Kel with the kid Cass-idy. Girl if you man start actin' up, ask for him or ask for me. 'Cuz see, we could go get it crackin, but you know what'll happen, we be under the covers, makin' love to each other. I got a double bed, one's to sleep on, other one's to get my freak on, (ladies) it's all for them (ladies). Yeah I ball for that (ladies), hit the mall for that, (ladies) keep it fly for them, (ladies) keep my eye on them, (ladies) hot tub for them, (ladies) pop bub' for them, (ladies) I got love for ma, yeeeah! [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] We goin' Chi-town steppin' out, to the club lettin' out, and we goin' sex it out, 'til we all checkin' out. I got my chicks I'ma bring to the tele, we 'bout to do the damn thing, sing to 'em Kelly. [R Kelly:] It's alright(it's alright) If you wanna come with me, and fulfill your fantasy, baby in my hotel suite. And it's ok, if you wanna party night 'til day, I will do anything you say. Just come to my hotel. [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Call out:] You've just heard, a classic, featuring the one and only, Kels, Cassidy, Swiss beats the monster (yes i am) Full service the label, Rock***the family, Ruff ryders the family. This one's for the ladies y'all. The baby, believe it! Get your hands up! It's over. |
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from Cassidy - Take It [single] (2003)
shake it i want to see you shake it
i aint gon fake it i want to see you naked it girl you got figure make a nigga want to taste it lay your face on the pillow cases and see if you can Take it verse 1 yeah dis cat in the business 600 on the back of my benzes it's nothin i lay back in my drop and get my roll on i took my old jon back to the lot like take it and my ****** be mind blown big face watch 5 different time zones and they aint rinestones they a couple of thou and this just one of my styles so take it (chorus) (girl) daddy you know i want to shake it the way i shake it make you want to break it (cassidy) aint nothin stop frontin what's poppin boo if you want it all you got to do is come take it (girl) daddy i know you gon make it and when you make it you still gon take it (cassidy) stand up if you makin somethin stand up if you takin somethin OK? verse 2 some niggas want to live this life but cant live it i know what it's like to want it and cant get it i know what it's like to be broke that's why everytime i get a good price on a ***** ima take it everything i write is a quote and for that butta you be bitin the toast i'm back on my grissel and my raps official any chance i get to clap my ***** man ima take it you should ride for ya man and if worst come to worst you should die for ya man but if i run up and pull it and shoot at your man would you jump in front of the bullet and take it (chorus) if it aint one thing damn it's anotha hand in hand i sold grams of butta man i was drug dealin cuz i love the feelin of handin a couple grand to my motha like take it look i'm off the chain i get all the bitches all the brain my sound goin down in the hall of fame and all yall gon call the name CASSIDY and ima take it flip it bounce it and switch it up i take herbs by tha ounces and twist it up listen up wit the mic in my hand it's like i got ya life in my hands and ima take it (chorus) TAKE IT! |
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