Cashis Filmography

• Devil's Night (2013)

Cashie Filmography

• The Match (1999)

• Serenade My Life - Cashis
• Pistol Poppin' - Cashis
• N.O. Nigga - Cashis
• Ms. Jenkins - Cashis
• Just Like Me - Cashis
• Hip Hop Raised Me - Cashis
• You Don't Know - Cashis
• We Ride For Shady - Cashis
• Thoughts Of Suicide - Cashis
• That Nigga A Gangsta - Cashis
• Talkin' All That - Cashis
• High Az Fucc - Cashis
• Gun Rule - Cashis
• Gettin' My Dough - Cashis
• Everything Is Shady - Cashis
• Choppen On Ur Block - Cashis
• 'lac Motion - Cashis

Yea, uh, Shady!
Its cashis, serenade my life
Shady!
Focusing on opening
emotions that I hold within
surounded by my innerdemons
thinking i should roll with them
i dont wanna go to hell
i dont wanna go to jail
but i wanna kill a man
maybe i should kill myself
poppin shit, contemplating
suicidal situations
now im placed in that position
to provide the whole nation
and im spottin niggas hating
im just watchin, being patient
praying for my own *existance
some say im a mental patient
drugs is taking over me
sorrow is controlling me
follow my blind heart
tomorrow on the *cold of spring*
pop is cryin for a week
will is week, can i speak
without somebody judging me
pushin me and shovin me
moma if u love me
u will really let me go
but i live for a cause
that i dont really know
am I wrong if i cry
but i cant cause in time
for the truth in my life
i will be crucified
Chorus:
im sittin back patient(patient)
im ready and waitin(waitin)
for my homicide
serenade my life
and i cant escape it(scape it)
im ready and waitin(waitin)
for my homicide
serendade my life
Conversating with my brothers
*spirit here im saying
strangers in the dark, lurking,
groupies gotta feel em waking
i aint eating, i aint sleeping
close the door and
i aint breathing
death is running over me
my concious keeps on
showing me
ever since my early teens,
music was my destiny
wolrd gotta feel my pain,
im no longer questionning
when, where or how i will,
happen for when i get killed
never take my voice away
record sales how i live
leave me as the realast nigga
poppin pills, drinkin liquor
sucked into the pressure
makes me turn to my agression
got alot a niggas dead
buried all in my head
cry inside everytime
i ever stop to read my head
cock it up, be a man
ive never been near a man
all yall fraudulent
u dont like it kill me then
cock it up, be a man
ive never been near a man
all yall fraudulent
u dont like it, kill me then
Chorus
Sunk into a sea of self--misery
being dealt
my only fear is lyracilly
me not being felt
much harder, much smarter
more true, Fuck you
no matter what the conversation
this is what it comes to
imagine staring at your friend
feeling they dont love you
u ride till the end but
they feel they above you
i got a chosen few
name my homies in the song
defy all odds
more to meet when im gone
i try to be a better man
baby if you understand
my love for you is true
but i aint really love myself
see nobody wanna help
better off to end this way
talking to my only friends
weed, G's, Hennessy
came from a broken home
smoke till the dope is gone
listen to the words homy
this aint really just a song
came from a broken home
smoke till the dope is gone
listen to the words homy
this aint really just a song
Chorus
Serenade my life
Shady Records on Ca$his
its the real shit
serenade my life
i aint scarred, i aint runnin
im waitin, come get me nigga

(feat. Eminem)
[guns cocking then one gunshot]
[Eminem:] Haha
[Ca$his:] Ca$his, Ca$his
[Eminem:] Yeah!
[Ca$his:] King Mathers
[Eminem:] C'MON!
[Ca$his:] Pistol poppin, come get me nigga! [echoes]
[Chorus: Ca$his]
Pistol poppin, bodies droppin, layin all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin on the ground with your fuckin brain out
[Ca$his:]
Walk through the door with my hands on a gun
Cause niggaz 'round here wanna ask where I'm from
I throw up my signs, step back and pop one
'fore you throw up your sign if you even got one
I used to bust niggaz heads open for fun
Chase him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run
I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
Slung crack, real cat, you ain't never did that
Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome heat
I don't sleep, homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrolling, grab a glock-40
Sniper at the squad car, story noting
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack rap
Tossed straps before, I'm out of here, homie
Militant in a sense, I don't really give a shit
Call up, Eminem, I gotta plead innocent
[Chorus]
[Ca$his:]
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my teachers
I'm the most hated nigga alive, since Jesus
Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my Christ-like abilities
Come back, then ride on my enemies
Never been afraid of beef, metals of my bravery
War situations got you sayin he, crazy G
And emerge with the beat, I can serve anything
Especially anybody tryin to diss my team – Shady
[blam] G-Unit, Aftermath the same thing
So if you say them punk nigga you say me
I be in L.A. G, get at me when you see me
Catch you in O.C., and in the bag you'll be leaving
I ain't worried 'bout my freedom cause for me to get even
is worth e'rything, it's on B.B.G.N.
I son'd you folk, I'm lookin at your pinkie
You a fake-ass gangsta, what a waste of my scenery
[Chorus x2]
[Eminem:]
Maybe I just feel like there's too many pussies in rap
Shady (Ca$his) we gotta push 'em to the back
Move 'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me wrong
I love the finger snaps and the claps into the song
It's got a catch but come on man, the raps

Can't trust no nigga can't trust no bitch any nigga want it he can get it like this I ain't go play wit em I'm a let the metal spit cashis aint no bitch and swift dumpin on u pricks (repeat2x)
Verse:1
I'll leave a nigga parylzed from the waist up I do a nigga like a shoe he getting laced up I pull the 8 up I'm steady moving weight up blst till u got no guts I'll let my gun bust coming from the back got them goons in the car ready for the jack I call swift blaze for them grams of that crack niggaz get clapped cuz I'm silly wit the mack like this and like that

A lot of tears shed over what you been through,
A mothers pain pays, for what her kid do,
As Bryan life fades, in the rear view,
You a slave to hurt, but gotta see it through,
We was both banging, Bryan and I,
Different neighborhoods so we chose different sides,
Confrontation in the street, so we had to ride,
I wanted to fight, his pride felt I had to die,
He screamed 187, I say I never hide,
You know where Im at boy I aint hard to find,
A couple weeks went by, we passin time,
He seen me in the alley with his niggas, I
Was just dealin off carry, then I seen the nine,
Then I heard a shot, he just kept firen,
I started runnin, duckin, now Im hidin,
The whole time conscience of my own homicide in,
I got away click click in the nick of time,
His clip drop down, he start signifyin,
You a bitch Cash run with ya bitch ass,
Heard sirens, then I heard him hit the gas,
Right then, I knew your son wouldn't last,
I said to myself folk, I gotta kill his ass,
Roll through my apartment hit the building fast,
Gun outta my closet, hit the stick and dash
Put the strap in my pocket my mission I saw em,
Down the block sittin back sippin yack,
I walked up like, whats the business fam,
He started death in the eyes, then he shook his head,
The broad he was with shook as fuck,
Put the barrel to his head, buck buck buck,
He fell to the ground, grass covered in blood,
Ill probably go to hell for what I did to your son,
I walked off slowly, bugged, I aint run,
Its been five years, and though its never over,
He left me no choice, I offer you closure,
He left me no choice, I offer you closure.
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms Jenkins, I murdered your son,
Dear mama, if you getting this letter, Im dead,
Im sorry if you getting this letter,
Wait, Im sorry I didn't live a little better
My own selfish will wouldn't send you this letter,
See, I had my hat cocked on the wrong spot,
I threw the right sign up on the wrong block,
Blow blow blow Ramone shot,
Fuck cashis momma, ramone shot,
It started as a fight, on a distant night,
But evolved to homicide, pistols tight
We still, grieve over your brother,
Now you grieve over your son what the fuck
He squad me up, this my hood,
Some nigga named cashis from Chris's hood,
Hes supposed to came back with iron I aint scared,
Yes I am momma, I don't wanna be dead,
But I cant run, too late to try and change it,
Born as your son but dyin as a banger
When my name gets discussed for entertainment,
Never share this letter with a stranger, please,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms Jenkins, I murdered your son,
Dear Bryan, its cashis I cant sleep,
I had to bang you before you bang me,
Just like I blame you, You can blame me,
We both gave up our lives for banging,
We didn't know each other, but shared the same hate,
Your death is my life, so we share the same fate,
This aint what banging was for, killin for nothin,
Your death gave me karma, for the death of my woman,
Im tryin at make amends cause within Im cruel,
But outside Im hard, my friends don't know,
Im sorry I killed you, I know it don't mean shit,
We both coulda stopped, if we only seen shit,
Happens for a reason we don't even know,
When we leave hear, do you know where you goin,
I send my apologies through a song,
Maybe we can reconcile when Im gone.
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,

[Intro: Ca$his]
Uh, yeah, Blocc Boy on the beat
It's Ca$his, spend some real shit
It's for my, it's for my seeds, nigga
It's still Shady though, hah
[Ca$his:]
Sit back right, all night spot post
Do the same thang, killin off black folks
Selling on the side, string save a mean mo'
To anything I own, rocks, crack, E and smoke
Got the picture of the seven little reasons
that keep, any nigga disrespectin me breathin
Still I be high, every time I see them
My babies, my angels, and they are my freedom
I know I'm on the grind, lately I ain't comin home
They keep you in my life, I never leave your mom alone
You know I'm whylin out, strayin strapped, ride or dyin
You hear the stories 'bout your daddy floatin 'round town?
But you call me up like, "Daddy I been findin out
that you caught Rico slippin, beat him up and stomped him out"
So when you go to school, you wanna do it too?
You just like me, how can I be mad at you?
[Chorus: Ca$his]
You ain't had to live like I did
And still you are just like me (you are just like me)
Hell I even did a bid and came back to see
You are just like me (you are just like me)
The only reason I ain't kill myself
Is for fear you'll be just like be (you'll be just like me)
You got the demons that's within myself
Now I see, you are just like me (you are just like me)
[Ca$his:]
Standin on the block, tryin to make my money clock
Servin situations, my nuts about a cock
I wanna stop but, y'all gotta have a lot
Even if it means sacrificin the life of your pops
I'm the breadwinner, I don't fear nann nigga
I don't trust nobody, I'm a man - liquor
runnin through my veins, you runnin through my brain
I start to see your heart, we feel each other's pain
I talk to all of y'all when I say I love you mayne
One day we'll ball and I'll never have to leave again
Until that day comes, shorty be a G
I ride with y'all everywhere cause y'all are part of me
Here go my hugs and kisses, never give you up for bitches
Promise to give you riches, all of my lil' niggaz
Here go my hugs and kisses, never give you up for bitches
Promise to give you riches, all of my lil' niggaz (lil' niggaz)
[Chorus]
[Ca$his:]
Look how they talkin shit, twice a year I drop a ki' (so what)
I bet nobody ever love 'em like they daddy did
I teach 'em young, don't be rollin on no scary shit
Long as you love each other, you'll be very rich
Everybody question how I be affordin this
I make my money off of dicks and spend it on my kids
I'm sendin messages in bottles of imagination
so they can feel my presence, though they at home just waitin
My soldiers still in trainin, throwin up forks like they bangin
Know how to bogart, and never trust a stranger
They the ones I look to whenever I'm in danger
We walkin holdin hands, interlockin trigger fingers
This is my record to my kids, I'm a banger
and a father so my conversation must remain gangsta
This is my record to my kids, I'm a banger
and a father so my conversation must remain gangsta
[Chorus]
[Outro: Ca$his]
Yeah, it don't get much realer than that
Shady, Ca$his, uhh
Nigga, be a man, take care of yours
That don't make you no less gangsta
My nigga not take care of his
I take care of mine homie
I'ma give a individual shoutout to 'em
Miana, Jasmine, Ramani, Rashanti
Lil' Mone, and Rah Monique, Tavian

(Verse 1)
Coming Up Raised By N.W.A,
Took Me Outta Compton,
Where I Learned To Bang,
Got Into My First Childhood Beef In The Jungle,
When Tim Dog Look My Folks In The Eyes And Said Fuck Em'
Woahhh, I Never Heard This Before,
Now My Summer Time Spent On The East Coast,
Duke Golds In My Mouth Day I Learned New Slang,
Started Pumping Crack Heavy,
Imma Ride Wu-Tang,
Then I Said Fuck School,
I Was Crazy Hard,
When '92 Came Around,
I Was Raised By Nas,
Drinking, Me And Jay Straight,
Niggas Was Whiling,
Wit A Queens State Of Mind,
Putting Right To Zilling,
When Winter Time Came,
I'm In L.A. Streets,
And My Family Got Involved In The Bullshit Beef,
Didn't Know What To Think,
Half Of My Time With Cube,
The Other Half With Dre And E,
Got My Jheri Curl Raise Cap Drunk On E,
More Liquor, No Nigga Going To Fuck With Me,
When Cube Went To New York,
I Was On Some Shit,
And A G Told Me How To Pimp My Bitch,
Too $hort Took A Nigga Out To The Bay,
And Trained Me How To Do Shit The Oakland Way,
I Was Breaking These Hoes With E-40 Y'all,
I Had A Mirror In My Pocket,
And I Practiced Looking Hard
(Chorus)
Before You Try And Blame Me,
Take A Look At How Hip Hop Raised Me,
If You Think That I'm Crazy,
Take A look At How Hip Hop Raised Me,
Before You Try And Blame Me,
Take A Look At How Hip Hop Raised Me,
If You Think That I'm Crazy,
Take A look At How Hip Hop Raised Me,
(Verse 2)
In '93, I Was Raised By Snoop,
Smoking Chronic And My New Favorite Colour Was Blue,
I went To Stay With Quik, He Was Raising Me Too,
Getting Sweet Black Pussy, In The Back Of A Coupe
That's When I Met PAC, He Was Hard As Fuck,
Everywhere We Went We Had Our Fingers Up,
Drinking Hennessy,
Throwing Up, Me And Kurupt,
PAC And Daz Asking Bitches Is It Cool To Fuck,
After That,
I Stayed On The West Coast Streets,
All Through The East Coast And West Coast Beef,
Then I Went Down South With Master P,
He Told Me To Keep My Eyes On My Enemies,
I Went Back To The Chi,
With Twist Poppin,
Called Quik,
And Told Me It Was Just like Compton,
Po-Pimping, Smoking Haze With The Flick,
Couldn't Break It To The Left,
I'm On Some Folk Shit,
Still Niggas Real,
They Raised Me The Same,
Plugged Me With The Cliques,
Like Dramas The Name,
Yeahhh...
(Chorus)
Before You Try And Blame Me,
Take A Look At How Hip Hop Raised Me,
If You Think That I'm Crazy,
Take A look At How Hip Hop Raised Me,
Before You Try And Blame Me,
Take A Look At How Hip Hop Raised Me,
If You Think That I'm Crazy,
Take A look At How Hip Hop Raised Me,
(Verse 3)
In '99, I Went On My Way,
Whiling Out,
Walking Through The Streets With A K,
I Went Back To N.Y.,
Started Rolling With Jay,
Bounced Back To Cali When Em Signed With Dre,
We Was Poppin E's, Doing Coke, V's We Drink,
Then Em Took Me On A Tour Of Detroit's Streets,
Then I Heard Nas And Jay-Z Got Beef,
And I'm On Both Sides,
Both You Raised Me,
For A Minute Dipset Was The King Of The Street,
We Was All Roc, Jay, Cams, Beans, And Bleek,
When Fifty Came Out,
I Was Back In Queens,
Tryin' To Rob These Rappers For Their Flashy Things,
When I Saw Him Get Shot,
It Was Wild To Me,
How Could A Nigga Get Popped For The Things He Seen,
I Was Sunk In The Sea,
Cause My Life In Danger,
The Fif Came Back And Said Y'all Some Wanksters,
Eminem Showed Me How To Use My Anger,
And Make Mockery Out Of Entertainers,
So If You Ask Why I Keep One In The Chamber,
I'm Real, And Proud Of How Hip Hop Raised Up,
(Chorus)
Before You Try And Blame Me,
Take A Look At How Hip Hop Raised Me,
If You Think That I'm Crazy,
Take A look At How Hip Hop Raised Me,
Before You Try And Blame Me,
Take A Look At How Hip Hop Raised Me,
If You Think That I'm Crazy,

(feat. 50 Cent, Eminem & Lloyd Banks)
50 Cent [Tony Yayo] Intro-
[Shady!] Yeah...
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know..
We run it.. You know but you actin' like you don't know..
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know..
We run it.. You know but you actin' like you don't know..
50 Cent Chorus-
You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho
This flow is gon' bring more dough
And you know but actin' like you don't know
50 Cent [Tony Yayo] Verse-
Now homie i say i run it run it cuz i'm in control
Hypnotic, Hennessey, a couple shots of Patrone (Yeah!)
i have you feelin' aight, i get you high as a kite
party poppin' shorty said she's comin' with me tonight (Whooooohooo!)
i ain't shoulder leanin', i ain't snappin' and poppin'
either i'm bobbin' my head or i'm just standin' there watchin' [Uh Huh!]
i'm a hustler i hustle, you can tell that i'm paid
and i protect what i got, i'm in the house with my blade
nigga you front you gon' get it, ok now maybe i said it
cuz i want you triddip, yeah i be on that shiddit
you should see when i'm stuntin' i flash the stones that be wantin' (Haha!)
push the whip see me rollin', you can tell that i'm holdin'
i'm just doin' my thang, you know The Units the game
i got my grimy Shady with me you front you'll have to get me
off your ass (Yeah!), i pay the lawsuit and laugh (Haha!)
it's not a big deal it's nuttin' but some cash.. [Bring The Hook Back!]
50 Cent [Tony Yayo] Chorus-
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho
This flow is gon' bring more dough [Fifty]
And you know but actin' like you don't know [G-UNIT!]
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho
This flow is gon' bring more dough [Yeah!]
And you know but actin' like you don't know
Eminem [Tony Yayo] Verse-
When me and Fif got together to do this music
the more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it (Haha)
it's no pretend shit, it's friendship, me nemisis is your nemisis
ain't for him, it's just media, see to them it's just images [Come On!]
but this shit is no gimmicks, this is blood in and blood out (Whoooo!)
when it's beef you jus' gotta know when to butt in and butt out
if there's a problem we solve it, if we don't resolve it
it just usually jus' evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved in it [Yeah!]
we should all get a merit, this much beef we inherit
and wear it like a badge with honour, pass it around and share it
and let it go to whoevers holdin' the most current peep on their shoulders
and their soldiers got their backs till it's over
but tonight, we ain't comin' here to beef with nobody
we came to party, Banks, Cashis and Mr. Ferrari
so it's Shady After-mizz-ath back in that ass, you izz-ass [Yeah.. Come On!]
come hizzere what kinda fizz-uckin' position is that.. (Haaa!)
50 Cent [Eminem] {Tony Yayo} Chorus-
Who run it? [You know, you actin' like you don't know]
I tear the club up fo' sho
[This flow is gon' bring more dough]
And you know but actin' like you don't know
Who run it? [I said you know, you actin' like you don't know]
I tear the club up fo' sho
[This flow is gon' bring more dough]
And you know but actin' like you don't know {Cashis, Break It Down Now!}
Cashis [Tony Yayo] Verse-
Pistol play, ricochet, see where the victim lay
slumped over bleedin', JFK
HK to your chest plate
cave out and ride till the death, do you rep that way
forever i'ma be a Shady 7-4 Gangster
plus i survived everything you got in that chamber
i thrived off-a danger, jumpin' in all beef
you keep talkin' shit, now the squad called me.. [Banks!]
Lloyd Banks [Tony Yayo] Verse-
Enough holdin' back the steam (Uh), Em let off a magazine
Dappadon Cappa-queens, mixed in with Cashis Creams (Yeah)
started off with half a dream, developed into what you see
tellin' ain't my cup of tea, can't tell i'm a fuckin' G [Uh Huh!]
i'ma hold a 'Matic, when i'm at it, start static and you splattered
shit shattered, i'm a walkin' bitch magnet [Oh!]
spit it how i live it, live it all the way to the limit
and i'm always on my pivot for my digits, you dig it.. [Come On!]
50 Cent [Tony Yayo] Chorus-
We run it! You know, you actin' like you don't know [Whoa!]
I tear the club up fo' sho [Fo' Sho!]
This flow is gon' bring more dough [More Dough!]
And you know but actin' like you don't know [Don't Know!]
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know [Yeah!]
I tear the club up fo' sho
This flow is gon' bring more dough
And you know but actin' like you don't know
Who run it?
Tony Yayo Outro-
You know what this is..
Shady.. G-Unit.. Aftermath..
Lloyd Banks.. Cashis.. Marshall Mathers.. Ferrari F-50..
Its a movement.. You can't stop it..
Talk Of New York, Tony Yayo..

[Obie Trice:]
We run this shit, fo-five on the hip
Been ridin' for Shady....
[Cashis:]
Cashis 'n' O, Shady Records
The dream team...
[Verse 1: Cashis]
Sittin' in the back of the, all gray Accura
Gun to the passenger, for acting tough
Scatter wheel in the passin, Harder than assasin
Plus I'm on the draw-down, quick as fuck,
Last move 'fore I give all street shit up
Put a nigga in the ground, face down, feet up
This nigga here tried to cuff me for my Re-Up
When I went to his crib he called police up
Now you on your way to being pimp paplega
For sending messages through bitches like, 'You gon' see us'
Shady! Cash, king of the dope-fiends, plus
Can move a square mile by blocks 'till I'm creamed up
Take the bullet out of Obie head, put it in my pistol and use it
As ammunition on the niggas that hit, fam
I got to war on the regular, man
Cause I'm part of the dream team, you a regular man
Force rap, I don't see no competitors, and
You see things like me, when my metal run hand
I'm a state case boy with a federal plan
And huntin' them beats, beatin' the shit out skinheads
I'm the spirit of a G, bringin' lyrics to the street
I'm Cashis, a real dope boy on the beat
Slumped in the seat, tucked, clutchin' the heat
Basically, you niggas can't fuck with me
[Chorus: Cashis]
We run this shit, fo'-five on the hip,
'Bout to ride for Shady
Y'all niggas ain't hard, y'all niggas ain't real
Y'all niggas ain't crazy
Bring it on if you want, you don't know the homicides
That I've done lately
We run this shit, fo'-five on the hip
'Bout to ride for Shady
[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Yeah, Trice is back on the Alchy track
With Cashis, capitalising on this mic, in fact
We fuckin' with the captain of rap, my nigga with the Nike cap
Keep the cottonoid in quite exact
So I'm luring you cats into the second class act
Where maturing's the number uno asset, as yet
Who's the pastor, driver, O. Trice
The flow to die for and death blow survive
I echo through your external vibe
With internal experiences I've acquired
I'm probably the most honest Hip-Hopper alive
A victim, depicting images from my own eyes
Never livin' through holmes, why
Homie got his own set of stand-up cahoonas, stand-up guy
It's Cashis, O. Tri', rappers we blow by
This is as accurate as the masses will have it, no lie

Lies in the game, I entertain,
The last lines of the next Kurt Kobain,
Standin at the mirror with a nine at my brain,
Most rap guys wanna die for the fame,
Supposed to die young cause Im in a gang,
And I cant change cause I entertain,
Can sniff three verses, through lines of cane,
You just realized that Im insane,
Im enraged engaged in a war of ways,
They can have me spray shots off the stage,
If I die like Malcolm, will you feel my pain?
Or just cry like a bitch while I lay in my grave
If I die like Pac cause I yearned to bang,
You discredit me, like I never learned a thang,
If I died like Big, would you praise my rhymes,
And give me the spot best of all time
If I died in N Y with the West Coast ride,
And the beef not stopping till hip hop died,
Will a nigga who don’t understand that line,
Try and damage my safety in NY?
Will the rap game embrace me, cause I got skill?
For the lies of that man, will I get killed?
Im just getting high, getting high,
Thinking suicide, suicide,
Im just getting high, getting high,
Thinking suicide, suicide,
Im just getting high, getting high,
Thinking suicide, suicide,
Will the crimes of my youth come back to haunt me?
By the time I shoot, my father want me?
When I tour will my girl, become a whore,
And come back home and cant fuck her raw,
If I walk on stage like fuck the law,
Will the hip hop cops try and kill my squad?
Will the niggas on my team really ride like they say?
Or push me in the shots, ‘he gon die anyway’
Is niggas really jealous, cause I got shine?
Is it envy from the fellas, cause I got signed?
Will the whole hood hate, cause I speak my mind,
Will I die for a rhyme before I reach my prime?
If I kill my bitch, like Robert Blake,
Do I got enough money, to beat the case?
If I crash out, right before I end the race,
And die for I come out, would you fell my pain?
Im almost to a point, where I cant be saved
My mind state at a place, where it cant be changed
Laws gotta nigga stuck, like he cant be brave,
But I gotta back up, all the shit I say,
Its lies in the game, I entertain,
Standin in the mirror with a nine at my brain
Most rap guys wanna die for the fame.
Im just getting high, getting high,
Thinking suicide, suicide,
Im just getting high, getting high,
Thinking suicide, suicide,
Im just getting high, getting high,

[Intro: Ca$his]
Shady Records own, bogus boy
Ca$his, it's Ca$his nigga, ah-ha ha
I'm here, right back on y'all, nigga
Blocc Boyz, what the bid'ness is, nigga
Seven-fo', let's go!
[Ca$his:]
In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy
I'm tryna get with the bid'ness so where the bitches be
When I flick the Vogues, I'ma get the hoes
In a seven-fo' Lincoln black, two do's
Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca$his
If a nigga look wrong you gon' let him have it
Say, what's your name? What kind of set you claim?

[Ca$his:]
Uh, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
We're renegades, yeah yeah yeah yeah
We're renegades, yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Hit me up mayn!)
Bitch I'm from the [?], yo' hood ain't no realer
You the pussy ass nigga livin next to the killer
I'm the killer that moved out of the block
And head back to the hood, when I'm movin my rock
You can find me, on a dark road, dark clothes
Lle', in the console and God knows I make grip off blow
Shit - I could get rich off blows
My nation affiation pitch forks I've chose
What the fuck you gon' do? We bang back hammers
I'm a six point star, in a gray bandanna
I'd die for this, nigga you rhyme for this
Pussy I ride for this, and did time for this
That's why I'm convinced you fear, that I'm convicted
Until elevens in soaps, and some gangsta shit man
Guess who gorillas leave tats infragments
Two shots through your cabbage, and gas from Ca$h
[Chorus: Ca$his]
Pussy niggaz always talkin that shit
What you flaggin, who you bangin with? (I don't give a fuck)
You can live in the hood and shit
But remember who you bangin with (I don't give a fuck)
Pussy niggaz talkin all that shit
What you flaggin in your bangin whip? (I don't give a fuck)
You can live in the hood and shit
But remember who you bangin with (cause I don't give a fuck)
[Ca$his:]
Tip our levels and scarce piece, a meal beast
We'll creep one deep, slump seat, dump heat
Niggaz scream "Fuck me" he lucky, when I blast it
I left respect enough for an open casket
Way to go Ca$his, boost up my ego
Let loose, out sunroof with my Eagle
Folk of the century, rollin with peoples
The omen the sequel, the more they will see you
Close kin, molotov close to no skin
His momma pretends that she doesn't, know him
I'm the reason, for the whole "Say No" slogan
Doped in folk and loc'ed if provokin
Got a brand new thing, with the scope in
Leave your family, with the wake for hostin
I'll collect enough snow, 'til my hands the Aspens
I'm the realest nigga 'round here, ask for Ca$his folk
[Chorus]
[Ca$his:]
Loadin the cup folk, loadin it up tote
Hang fire up I, choke from the gun smoke
That's on the boss mayn, my Nina Ross came
Place gangbangers, into a coffin
This is renegades, Rick not really paid
Gave Ca$h pistols, now they milli sprayed
Full bricks of raw, nigga that's really weight
While my workers foldin, now that's really cake
Give it right back to 'em, watch it regenerate
I'm a degenerate black bandit, livin ape
Niggaz dig in they pockets like DJ's dig in crates
If you cuttin my profits, you gon' in to dish some cake
Heckler Koch and, glass and vodka
I'm the independent kingpin, cocaine Koch
Fo' thieve blow weed, plus sold O-Z
Niggaz never son me, I was born O.G. fo'
[Chorus]
[Eminem: echoing]
Aiyyo Alchemist!

(Intro)
You Still Move Crack, (Ha)
Your Not Gettin' Money, (Ha-Ha, You Ready)
Straight Up,
You Need To Move Soft At It,
To Move Crack Is Too Much, (Yeahhh)
(Verse 1)
Bending Corners,
Blowing On Some California,
Marijuana,
When I Ride Up,
See Me Rolling Like A Sona,
Cause I'm Smoking On That Kush,
Side By Sex, Wit Asama,
Ive Been Vapping, Now Its So Much,
My Volcano Is Exploding,
This Is It, You Can Play It,
While Grinding Wit Your Woman,
Or Riding Wit Your Homies,
With The Roofu Cooking Something,
Take A Hit, We Can Fire It,
Till Five Up In The Morning,
Laying Down To Go To Sleep,
Pop A Zannie Then Its Ova,
(Chorus)
First I Break It Down, Then I Roll It Up,
Oh I Pack A Bowl, Then Go And Lite It Up,
Cough From My Real, Smoke In My Lung,
I Cant Talk Right Now, Cause G I'm High Az Fucc
First I Break It Down, Then I Roll It Up,
Oh I Pack A Bowl, Then Go And Lite It Up,
Cough From My Real, Smoke In My Lung,
I Cant Talk Right Now, Cause G I'm High Az Fucc
(Verse 2)
Look At Me In Crystal Land,
The Writers Flex The Biggest Grams,
Puff-Puff,
I'm Running Back Up To The Bud Man,
And Here I Am,
I'm Buying Trees By The Kilogram,
And I Don't Need No Scale,
Just Lighters,
Let Me Do My Thang,
Busting Tyga's Roll,
Fatter Than Serena's Ass,
Its The Diva,
No Cheapa-Cheapa-Cheapa Its Him,
500 Hundred,
For A Zip Of Crown Off The Bong,
He Gave Me Sleep,
But I'm Standing Now, I'm Fucking Gone,
Don't Blame Commercial,
Weak Strings May Hurt You,
Even Though My Inner Circle,
Just Inner Purple,
Two Zips Left, And I Cant Stop,
I'm Off That Urkel,
And My Thoughts Disappear,
Smoke Clouds I Surf Through,
(Chorus)
First I Break It Down, Then I Roll It Up,
Oh I Pack A Bowl, Then Go And Lite It Up,
Cough From My Real, Smoke In My Lung,
I Cant Talk Right Now, Cause G I'm High Az Fucc
First I Break It Down, Then I Roll It Up,
Oh I Pack A Bowl, Then Go And Lite It Up,
Cough From My Real, Smoke In My Lung,
I Cant Talk Right Now, Cause G I'm High Az Fucc
(Outro)
I Mean Like,
You Ever Been Like High As Hell,
Coughing And Shit,
You Feel Like You Cracked Your Whole Motherfucking Chest
Your Head,
Feel Like Your Brain Going To Fall Out Your Scalp
That's How Fucked Up I Am My Nigga
24-7, Still On Important Shit
Hey Ya, We In This Man
PG What It Do?
Ge-Ge-Geahhh
Its Cashis, Chef Nigga
Roll Up, Rape Up, Roll Up

Walkin, with a semi cocked,
Flick down any block,
Get cash plenty drop or getting shot,
Went to war with the cops, you reach for what I got,
Treat you like Singapore, swing a sword, you are chopped,
Picture me pistol fling, look at me, look at me,
And realize aint none a yall as hood as me.
that’s on everything, take six to ya frame,
You son caught strays, he gon die any day,
Try and act brave, tell the law my name,
I bet your family wont live to see another day,
There is no other way, you hearing what I say,
I got paper now, I can fight the case,
Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule,
Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule,
Like Iraq, C-4 in back packs,
You can pull straps but you cant match that,
Thought you was hard as shit bitch,
Why you let em snitch?
Put the gun in ya hand now we can settle it,
Put it up to his head, I cant do it for ya,
You be the trigger man, kill your own brother,
See how it feels when he drops and he bleeds,
I handed you heat, it was your option to squeeze,
Drop to your knees, look at me and believe,
There’s only one way to get out of this thing,
Barrel aimed at your face, cocked back fired straight,
Now release neither one of us to catch a murder case
Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule,
Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule,
Flyin down the 5, flicked out getting high,
Jump off from Lincoln, roll through Anaheim,
Rush of a homicide, races through my mind
I commit any crime, any where any time,
Stick niggas for their shine yeah,
You been on the grind yeah,
Take the jury off and pass it to me its mine,
Cohort, Me and my cohorts on codeine,
Conspiring, rioting, robbin niggas for more cream.
Step on work, eighth by eighth,
Six points off a quarter nigga stretch that cake,
I aint chillin on the corner, ya phone and ya order,
For 8 balls and up, I aint holdin nothing shorter, yeah.
Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule,
Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,

(feat. The Federation)
Some Time's I Talk To The Lord Some Times I Talk To The Devil Some Times I Smoke That Purple And It Takes Me To Another Level Some Time's I Think About Pussy But Then I Forget About Pussy I Keep On Hustlin' Cause I Dont Wanna Be No Pussy So Then I Think About Ballin' Been A Boss Since Stright Shot Callin' I Was Tought By The Best Of The G's And They Said Dont Ask Thire Opponet I Think About My Baby Mama All The Fights And Excess Drama Imma Slap The Taste Out Her Face And Spit On Her Just Like A Lama I Think About Mac's And Glock's And All Them Trifllin' Things Why Cant I Think Like Malcome And Martin Luther King, I Think About Shiny Things Like Platnium Pinky Rings Livin' Like A Rock Star Sniffin' A-1 Yola Cream I Think About Lambourgini's Big Booties In Lil' Bikini's If I Rap Or Flip This Dope Than I Won't Need 3 Wishes From No Geni So I Rep That Fair Game Thats The Way I Make My Change Fed Up Till Da Day I Die Aint A God Damn Than Gon Change
[Chorus:]
Im Ridin' Slow Gettin' My Dough And I High Than A Motherfucker Breakin' These Hoes In My Brand New Cloths And Im Higher Than A Mothefucker [x2]
Im In The Magnium With The 22' Taller Than Ur Daughter Said Her Girlfriend Wanna Ride With A Balla' Creep Real Slow Through The Hood What's Next The Ac Blowin' Real Chili On My Neck These 15 Shots Aint Good Fo' Ur Health In The Rear View Jus Lookin' At My Self I Pop One Feelin' Wierd On Some Slow Mo Cashis Picked Me Up In The All Black Lowlow Bitch Ass Niggas All Wanna Be Me With A Dingy Dumb Broad That I Met In The Oc Im Gettin' Brain She Doin' Her Thang She Wanna Look At The Boy And Play With My Chain Mr. Matic High On Some Space Shit Bitch I Got A Wife I Dont Want No Relationship So I Am What Iam And I Are What I Are Get Yo Fake Gucci Purse And Get Outta My Car Biitch!!
[Chorus x2]
[Ca$his:]
Blaze The Trail I Can Sell Anythang For Major Mail I The G'ist Nigga On The Seen Far As I Can Tell Live From Hell Popin' Pal Shake The Game Mackval'i Daily Makein' These Bitches Do What I Can Nail Indistrie Woos From You Nigga I Rebell Then Hit The Studio With Semi's And A Box Of Shell's I Take A Lot Of Thangs Chump Nigga Not A Ale Im Winning Big And I Aint Even Had My Record Sell Locked Up 55 Thou Post The Bail Got Fresh And Hit The Court Room Like Yea Im A General Blood By Doing Coom Bogish Boy Alumni Cashis That Dude Nigga's Be Bragin' Like Stands I Wont Do Imma Ship 2 Mill And Sell Em' All Smooth You Know The Bitches Love Me Em Sendin' Money So What I Think About Ur Fillings Towards Me Nutthin'

Pussies
(More tired gunfire- scary!)
Fall in and get quoted yall
Yeah
It's Cashis
Welcome to the Shady game
G's up
Obie went plat
He back with another classic
50 went Diamond
Smashed twice bastards
D-12 multi back to back
Eminem the hardest sellin artist in rap
Stat quo the mixtape messiah
In the phantom
About to run the A
When we drop stanlanta
Bobby Creek
You know his motherfuckin' name nigga
Bobby Creek
He ain't no motherfuckin' game nigga
I'm Cashis
Mixtape was a classic
Ep is a classic
LP is that shit
Dark park
Money and all
But much more
Told me go all out
Serve em all homeboy
I'm a west nigga
A midwest nigga
I'm the best nigga
Cause we the best niggas
From street team to GM
To BP
This ain't a crime family
This rap shit is a dream team
(Somebody who sounds like he's holding his nose)
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
Kill the cash hard
Bout to smash frauds
Puttin' fast broads
Through the windport
I can handle narcs
When the candle sparks
You hit the ground
And I snatch the bandana
We ridin' out
It's shady game nigga
Hope ya bulletproof
Fat fuck lame nigga
Know who I'm talkin' to
Glad ya man did
You bout to get it too
Rest with your fam man
This a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see
The 7 4 k
Sell the of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope man
A west coast gangsta
Chi-town gold
Interstate runner
Watch me drive a brick through
And we ain't backin' down
Way past rappin' now
Right before my album drop
My homeboys'll clap you down
(Somebody who sounds like he's holding his nose)
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
A born winner
Similar to familiar
County hound comin' to burn your whole city up
I catch ya up in the club
Empty the 5th on ya
You all know it's pussy
By Vivica
I'm the realest nigga
Ya wanna mob with me
If you a dealer nigga
You can get blocks from me
I hand rocks and jeans
The cream
Glocks and things
To mark seven
Throw 6
Got with the team
Now I'm on the scene
Reachin' out
Bein' a celebrity bring me more bitches
In a position to watch by more nitches
And place at the end of the plots
I hold niggas
Figures
Urban peaces, greases
Last week to the point a police was shot
And if niggas wanna know what I been bout lately
Nigga take it how ya want it
Rap with Shady
(Somebody who sounds like he's holding his nose)
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
Everything is Shady's
Up from the west coast
And the midwest
Cashis
Boast boy
Block boys
We pioneerin' this
In the race to be legends
Cash

uh...ya feel me... then ride....
Get back, cuddie, let me get that ,money I don\\\'t speak weak raps, like them cats, here honey, homie, u beer money, change in bresierre, money, Eye for queer dummy, u lie for fear,buddy, here, get it from me, the sip, to get scummy, no more henny for me, roset, for me honey, somebody get gullie, and dunny\\\'ll be runnen, flyen down the street, his face to feet bloody, we walk around grungy, high fashion slum G\\\'s, cops on my azz, like I blast the whole country. Baby, get it from me, if you ain\\\'t fuccen, dicc, or clit succ, she with it, it\\\'s nothing..
Hook choppen on ya blocc, non stop because hot, we bottle pop
verse 2... Lifestyle of a, plugged hood brotha, with a swag and a look, that say, I\\\'m go do numbers, fall thru blunted, looken like who done it, but I\\\'m staren at the crowd around, like who want it, gangsta boog, grind, with heats, by the stomach, fleet by the 100\\\'s, only beef if u want it, swing without warnen, ya\\\'ll just performing, all stay in torment, call him off tour quicc, I get in more sicc shit than kavork get, homie, u can get the business about corpses, u walken round awkward, is this malfunction, razor blade milkshakes the quiccest abortions.

[Ca$his]
Screech out, yeah
That's what I'm talkin 'bout [bzzt]
Ca$his, Shady [bzzt]
Good lookin Em
We in the Cadillac Cartel and Snoop DeVilles
Ridin on Treys like Barksdale, I'm movin steel
Step out and see the new Car-mellos you would steal
But you ain't runnin around here cause dude is real
You dub for fifteen minutes sayin they shoot and steal
I would tell you more, but I think, you would squeal
I'm ridin at the wheel, lean back, poppin pills
I make a lil' side money plus I got a deal