Cassidy

[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.

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!

[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

[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

(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)

[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

(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

[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

[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.

[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!

[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

[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]

(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]

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...

[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

[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.

[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!)

[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.

[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.

[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.

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!

[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)

(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

(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)

[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

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]

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

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]

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!!!!!!

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

[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..

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

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

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

(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

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.

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...

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]

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]

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]

(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]

[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

[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!

(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]

(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]

(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]

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)

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)

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

[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...

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

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

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

[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

[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

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]

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]

(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]

[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

[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!

(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]

(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]

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)