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...
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...
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...
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
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,
This for the grown and sexy
This for the grown and sexy (grown and sexy)
This for the grown and sexy
This for the grown and sexy
If you down with me then I'm down with you
I lay a nigga down if he fuck around with you
And if you ride wit me I ride wit chu
And if you stick by my side I'll provide for you
And if you there for me I'll be there for you
Through the laughter and tears I'll care for you
And if you role wit me I'll role wit chu
Be your friend till the end and grow old wit chu (boo)
Peep it though
I'm a pimp and I keep a hoe
I met this on the low
Freak like a week ago
Yo I'm on the avenue
And she was walking by while I'm coming out the store wit a bag or two
I would of passed on her
But mami had a ass on her
That'll have u spending cash on her
I move fast come on I'm like come here boo
And she was nice from her shoes to her hair due
Her bracelet was right she had jewels in her hair too
Type that chu might make your wife in a year or two
Yeah boo you officially nice that's why I'm trying to get wit chu tonight
I'ma hit chu iight?
Hey miss thang (your so sexy)
Can we hang (I want to show you how I)
Do my thang (I'ma getcha) I!! I jus wanna get wit chu
Now when i got to the spot i was ringing her phone
like I'm thinking bout bringing you home
But that ain't what its all about unless that's what chu thinking about
I ain't fresh I'm jus taking you out
Listen
Getcha nails done, getcha hair fixed do all of that and call me back on the cell sis
I ain't the hell rich
But I'm still gone fill you wit champagne stuff you with shell fish
Lock still reppin Tony blue gotcha
This lifestyle's only for mobstas
I gotcha
We goin to dinner spot round ten o'clock
I'mma drive by beep da horn then spin the block
Let me know if you are down to row with me
Now when i went to get her we went to dinner and ate right
But dis da late night im trynna see what her face like
She ain't da first date type she got class
But she dealin wit da Dee dot cash ya hurd dat?
Got off da turnpike she like me to air dat
I reached in my pocket and got it like hold up
I passed her a dub and a dutchie like roll up
Somethin came to me I made a u-whee you kno wat?!
You playin games ma and I'm a player right
But I ain't playin when I sayin u should stay da nite
I'm sayin like if i ain poppin you off
I'm gettin topped at da bus stop and droppin you off (yup!)
I get-I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
Cassidy the problem, c'mon!
All my people out there, gettin that cake man
Take somethin out your pocket, and put it in the air like this
Put it in the air like this, and say some shit like this, c'mon
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper ALL THE TIME I KEEP TELLIN YOU~!
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time I keep tellin you
Look if you deal coke and you still broke, start grindin more homes
Cause I'ma drug conniseur homes
In the hood good jobs is hard to find like dinosaur bones
I'm tryin to start shinin more homes
That's why I make 'em hurry up and buy like that china store homes
Cause they'll give you time for a dime or more of stones
And tellin ain't my twist, I ain't that kind of boy homes
But a lot of niggaz singin like the Commodores homes
I'm ridin when it's time for war homes
The chrome on my hip, can flip a fully grown dinosaur homes
I'm the kind of boy known to split domes when I pop the Taurus
I spray rounds that could lay down a tyrannosaurus
My mind like a thesaurus, I'ma shine regardless
My brain a dictionary, lames I'm quick to bury
I spit scriptures and put pictures on obituaries
So get your own sound or hustle a home now, nigga!
Yeah! E'ry bar that I write like a brick of that hard white
I've truly been blessed, it's a gift from the Lord Christ
But yo if you livin the hard life
You can't get back the hand you was dealt, so play your cars right
They say you ain't promised tomorrow right? (Nope)
So I stay in the street, like a deer that stay in that car lights
With the high beams on and the fog lights lit
I get, my lean on on some B.A.R.S. type shit
Until, my cream gone I'ma ball like this
In my all white tee and my all white kicks
And I still toss the white on the strip that's why I floss like this
With the frostbite wrist cause we all quite rich, I love this life!
I threw different color ice, in my cross like Swizz
And all I give broads is hard type dick; have 'em twirlin they tongue
Yeah I know I got a girl and a son, but umm
It's a man's world and I'm as thorough as they come - WHAT?!
Yeah! I'm from a block where niggaz get it poppin at
Where cats is known for boxin and poppin gats
But you gotta aim low when you poppin that
Cause that hot shit got kick like a soccer match
I'm from where the M-1's and the choppers at
Feel me where you can come to go gun shoppin at
You rockin plaque, got your chain with the watch to match
Watch your back if you go and you ain't got your gat
Cats'll jack your pop he ain't got a strap
Cats'll rob your mom if she got a stack
Cause niggaz tryin to get paid
And niggaz not tryin to get waged when they rockin the stockin cap
Round the way they got gourmet pots of crack
And you would spend like 24 for a block of that
My niggaz tryin to get the cheese but no not the rat
IMMA PHONE CALL AWAY FROM THA HAZE,
AND A PAGE FROM A COSTUMER, I DONT USE MACHANICS MY SMOKERS FIX MUFFLERS, PIGS CUFF US EHH COUPLE DAYS JUS TO FUCK WIT US, I TOUCH ALOT OF MONEY OUT OF TWENTY ITS SIX HUSTLERS, FIVE OF US RAP NINE GOT GIGS, AND OUT OF EVERY TEN CHICKENS LIKE NINE GOT KIDS, THEY GIVE NON STOP HEAD AND THEY EATN EACHOTHER, THEY GO SHOPPIN EVERY WEEK THE COMPETE WITH EACHOTHER, BUT THEY DONT SPEAK TO EACHOTHER CUZ THE GUTTER IS HEATED, ON MY BLOK GETTN A BODY IS A FUCKIN ACHEIVMENT, AND IN PHILLY AINT NUN A SECRETE SHIT GO GET ROUND, AND YOU GO PAY LIKE TWENTY DOLLARS FOR A NICK NOW,AND ITS DRUGS AND CLICKS ROUND, AINT NO BLOODS AND CRIPS ROUND ITS THUGS IN THIS TOWN, CLOWN, AND YOU CAN START TO HATE ON US, BUT I BEEN GETTIN MONEY SINCE BARKLEY PLAYED FOR US, GET THA ROCK WHILE ITS HOT RIGHT OUT THA OVEN, GUYS WIT GUTS GET EM CUT RIGHT OUT THEY STOMACH, RIGHT OUT IN PUBLIC ILL PULL IT OUT AND HUG IT, AND WIT THA LIQUIR I BE TWISTED, WITOUT THA LUGGEG,YU LIL NIGGAS THINK ITS A FUCKIN GAME, YOU LAMES AINT CUTTIN CAME YOU STILL HUSTLE FOR WHATS HIS NAME, AINT NUN CHANGE NIGGAS SLANG BUT THEY NEVER STACK SAME WIT THEM THANGS NIGGAS AIM BUT THEY NEVER CLAP,I NEVER RAT CUZ I KNO I LIKE DOIN DIRT, SEE MY CHAIN TUCKED IN SEE MY ICE THROUGH THE SHIRT, I GOT SUM GUYS I WANNA DO AND A FEW TO MURK, THEY PROLLY WANT ME DEAD TOO BUT IMMA DO IT FIRST, IM MOVIN WORK AND IM LOOKIN TO GET PAID AND I HIT A LOT OF CHICKENS LIKE IM LOOKIN TO GET AIDS, IM COOKIN UP THA CAIN ON PROFESSIONAL STOVES, I GOT LOVE FOR THA HOOD, ESPECIALLY THA HOES, THIS FLOW I WAS THA FIRST WIT IT YOU GOT A VERSE SPIT IT, IM THA BEST ON THA EARTH AND IM MY WORST CRIDICT, I GO BIZURK WIT IT, GOT WILD COPY RATS, GAVE A JUEVENILE A NEW STYLE TO GO COPY CAT, SEE HOW YA RYMES FULL OF PUNCH LINES NOW, YEAH YOU CAN SHINE WHEN ITS YA TIME BUT ITS MINE NOW, YOU ALL HYPE TO BITE MY RHYMES CALM DOWN, THA BARS IS TOUGH BUT GET OFF MY NUTS, AND JUS FALL BACK BEFORE YOU GET YA SKULL CRACKED, UNLESS TAHTS A BULLETPROOF BALL CAP, CUZ YAL GATS YAL SCARED TO SHOOT, YOU SELL CRACK BUT YOU CANT BY A PAIR OF BOOTS, YOU SHOULD JUS SKYDIVE WIT NO PARACHUTE, AND FLOAT TO YA DEATH, CUZ YOU BROKE AND DEPRESSED, I CONFESS I AINT NUN BUT A TRIFLIN THUG THAT DEDICATED HIS LIFE TO THA MIC AND DRUGS, IT FEEL NICE TO WEAR ICE TO CLUBS, AND THEY THINK MY LINC GETTN ATTACKED BU LIGHTNIN BUGS, I GOT GORGIOUS STONES, CASH AINT AN ISSUE, COME SEE ME FOOR THA WORK I GOT HALFS FOR A NICKLE, WHAT YOU ASKIN COULD YOU HOSPITALIZED, IM POPIN A FIVE THAT COULD PUSH YA TOP TO THA SIDE,
Beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
What a beautiful day
Start up the engine
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
Can we take a trip
Baby I don't mind
Where 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
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 Anytime 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
Can we take a trip
Baby I don't mind
Where 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
I'm selling on Swizz yacht
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 Grits Ock
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 lip lock
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
Can we take a trip
Baby I don't mind
Where 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
The boy Cas' serious
Are you hearing this
Are you hearing this
Are you hearing this
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
Can we take a trip
Baby I don't mind
Where 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
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
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Full Surface)
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Cassidy)
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Jazze Fezzay Leezay)
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Swiss Beats)
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!)
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
Im 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 im alot of ladies man
And I can't be commited to nothin, I hit it and run
With my hand glitter, and I get it and come
I floss on a chick, put the frost on her wrist
My diamonds shinin' like the gloss on her lips
This Frankie B, thanks to me
When we get to the bar, all drinks is free
I own the party, 'cause I chrome the Farrari Maranello, in this canary yellow
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!)
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
To all my chicks thats strippin, makin the cash
Thats beautiful, keep on shakin ya ass
Even though you get naked, and you takin it off
You be rakin in the cake, when they be breakin you off (PUNKS!)
Now where are all my girls in school?, You will lose in this world if ya girl a fool
You need brain in ya life, some change in ya life, some cognac and champagne in ya life
Or you might need a working lady
You go girl!, twist and twirl twerk it baby (LADIES!)
We all gone shine tonight, get blind and have a good time tonight, tonight!
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!)
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
Its full surface, betta notice the name
You can't help but to notice the chain, Ching! Ching! (Bling Bling)
In my fist it bling, I just gave a chick cold sore when she kissed the ring, sing
I got girls all around the world, Dog i'll hit i'll get around ya girl
Don't take it personal though
'Cause i'll look good, and im good person to know
So Pop ya bottles pop ya E's, and I got the dutches got the trees
The kid, get his jig on bumpin and grindin'
And I hit the hotel, with a slut and a condom
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!) (Come on ya'll)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!)
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
Yea, You just a Performer, I was on the corner grindin the packet,
I'm a Ryder, If there's drama, I'm Palmin the Ratchet
And You could find me In traffic, I'm in the streets,
10 Years ago I was Movin like 10 a Week,
You just a family man, Tryin settle down,
You on parole, So you scared to hold the metal now,
You moved away from the hood, I'm in the ghetto now,
Yea, I grip pipes, I jus like how the metal sound,
I got the metal now, Nigga, I ain't never scared,
How the Fuck You run Philly and You ain't never there,
And I ain't never feared nuttin but god,
You went to jail, came home and ain't do nuttin but Hide,
But Fuck it, I'm a Ride, I Mite startin sparkin the H,
I send rap Cats to God like Mase,
And like the car accident, I'll put another scar on your face,
But when the 5 Clap, You ain't gone Survive that!
Oh, You ruthless? The record I'm a Hustla Stupid,
Cause Jay Made more off the record than You Did,
And Swizz made more off the record than You Did,
So You did somethin for nuthin you doofus,
I'm to sick for, any nigga with 2 lips,
And 1 tongue in his mouth, I talk to slick,
You only got a few hits and a couple fans,
And I could probly get you bodied for a couple grand,
I caught a murder, attempts I had a couple man,
But I could knuckle man, and knock you out with a couple hands,
Every bar I spit raw like a couple grams,
You the Hustla, But I'll show you how to hustle man!
Look, I'm a Give this guy an aplause,
But It's alota lies in alot of his BARS,
Cause I'm a hustla, I sold Pies of the Raw,
Plus, the hustla gon ride if it's war,
But You the type of boy that'll hide if it's war,
You the type'a boy that never come outside if it's war,
So, you a nut to me, You know you can't fuck with me,
And BARS you was locked up on protective custody,
You like my son, but I don't want custody!
You a mut to me, I'm a Pit, And You a pup to me,
You in the street cause you beat the case luckily!
But You ain't tough as me,
I'll burn You like a dutch-a-tree!
You a snitch, You a rat, You a sing, You'll hold the note,
I sold the coke, or smoke weed till I'm comatose,
I live by the rules, I was schooled by the older folks,
I was showed the ropes by the cats that was holdin toast,
Lords knows even goons get the holy ghost,
Yea, I believe in christ but I'll still squeeze a pipe,
And I don't even need to write, Or switch the flow,
You niggas know I ain't MURDA FLUKE or Cysi-Ro!
I'm way sicker yo, So who ever supposed to be nice get 2 choices, the toast or the knife!
And if you think you a hustler, then You the one smokin the pipe,
Cause you ain't never sold no coke in you life, Trust me!
You must be given money away if you got 20 strips all doin 20 a day!
Cause You ain't worth shit, You went gold on your first disc,
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" -
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
See I got my mind right, I'm a stay on the grind
I'm a put my work in
Get in where I fit in (Cause I hustle!)
Seven days of the week (I hustle!)
Just to stay on my feet
To all my single parent mothers just tryna survive
Doing what you gotta do, working nine to five (Cause you hustle!)
Gotta put food on the table (You hustle!)
Gotta keep the family strong
See I rhyme for the money, but I twenties and dimes
I got my mind on my money, for the money I grind (Cuz you hustle!)
I'm just tryna feed my seed (You hustle!)
Cause my mom need the cheese
This for my niggaz on the struggle that's tryna survive
That's ex-cons so they can't get a nine to five (Cuz we hustle!)
Hit the block, do what you do (We hustle!)
Cause other niggaz doin' it too, (yeah!)
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" -
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
I stay with the trey-pound, I ain't playin' around
I got my gat at all times, that's the bottom line (Cause you hustle!)
Yeah, 'til I lie in the grave (Cause you hustle!)
Yeah, and I'm a try to get paid
This for my niggaz in the street
That play with the heat
It's Cassidy and M.J. on this Swizz beat (Cause we hustle!)
12 months of the year (We hustle!) It ain't a bunch of frontin' in here (yeah!)
Gotta hold my man down
We ain't playin' around
Got his back at all times
That's the bottom line (Cause we hustle!)
'Til the day we die (We hustle!)
To keep our love alive, to my fam' in the streets
We bringing the heat, Cassidy and Mary J. on the Swizz beat (Cause we hustle!)
7 days a week (we hustle!)
Just to stay on our feet (yeah!)
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" -
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
Check it, you can fear or respect it
I wanna thank HOV for clearin the record (aight)
If you don't like this song right here, then your ears infected
You need to get your hearing corrected
Stones clear in the necklace, I wear so much plat on my neck
It put bruises on the back of my neck, that's why cats is upset
But I told you I'ma shine when its time to
I put too much time and I been rhymin since nine too
I knew "I'm a Hustla" was a hit
Cause everything I ever got I had to hustle to get
Ain't nobody give me nothing for free
But I'd probably be dead or in jail if it wasn't for T
Gettin booked is a bitch and catchin a slug, scary
I need to feed my seed, thanks for the love Mary
But seein me without the grams on the grind
Is like seein' Wesley Snipes in the tanning salon
I'm... the Hustla (the Hustla...) (yeah)
Do that dance, do that dance
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
Do that dance, do that dance
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
Do that dance, do that dance
It ain't a bunch of frontin' in here (yeah)
Gotta hold my man down
We ain't playin around
Got his back at all
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
Yeah
Okay
I'm ready to get my drink on, on this one
Let's go
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and 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
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 skill
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'll put a whole in your head, cause I hold bread
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran old head
Clappin' a pound, he ain't pattin' me down
And I stay strapped man I got my gat on me now
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and 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
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 see boy
I'm a gee 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
Lifes a 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 oxe
VIP lookin' like a penetentary block
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and 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
Okay, 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
YanawutI'msayin', 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 tuck
And my lil man feelin' the dutch while I chill in the cut
On my lean, chicks stealin' my stance
Chinese print on the jeans, chicks spillin' 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 Heckler and Koch mami fresh from the box mami
Got your panani wet cause I'm fresh to the socks mami
Fresh from the block mami, so I'm makin' it fun
See life a bitch, but I'm makin' her cum and umm
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I still move work from the AM to the PM
Niggas got beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em
I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em
I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em
I pump on the streets from the AM to the PM
A nigga want beef, I'ma 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 I'ma 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 with the strings on your durag
I still move work from the AM to the PM
Niggas got beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em
Still move work from the AM to the PM
Niggas got beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em, nigga
I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em
I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em
I'ma 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
Yeah, I do my thing all stupid
Let my chain bling all stupid
My ring all stupid and my earring all stupid
I got them things and I sling all stupid
I still move work from the AM to the PM
Niggas got beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em
Still move work from the AM to the PM
Niggas got beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em, nigga
I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em
I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em
Yo, my flow, have you 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 to 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
I still move work from the AM to the PM
Niggas got beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em
Still move work from the AM to the PM
Niggas got beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em, nigga
I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em
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!
(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)
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!)
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!)
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!)
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)
Locked For 2 Long, Been Hot For To Long,
Watch You Wont Be On The Top For To Long,
Oc, Stop Tryin Be Pac When You Do Songs,
I Shot Gunz You Gotta Pop Wit 2 Arms,
Ma Cock 2 Long, Ma Shot To Visious,
Im In A H2 Gettin Top From To Bitches,
Let Do Business,I Gettin Pies In,
And I Been Had It Crackin Like Dry Skin,
We Pretend,I Live What I Sing About,
I Bought I Crib And I Aint Even Got A Single Out,
And They Already Got A Best Of Cassidy,
And None Of Yall Niggaz Can Mess Wit Cassidy,
U Wont Shine If You Mess Wit Cassidy,
U Jus Aint Got Enough Mind Compasidity,
I Aint A Game,I Aint A Joke And
I Got Change I Aint Broke And
I Aint Sweet Neither,I Got Beat Heaters,
And I Keep Divas,Meat Beaters,
The Fever,Lift Your Sole Like Cheap Sneakers,
And I Hit Cats Wit The Ax And Meat Cleavers,
And I Have Ya Ass Stashed In The Deep Freezer,
And The Squad That I Ride Wit Is Heat Squeezers,
Chorus:
Girl, I’m so proud of you baby
And I just wanna show you off
.. pretty lady
I’ll take you anywhere you are
(What you’re trying to do?)
Just let ‘em hate on you baby
Uh, and they only makes us strong
Baby you make it oh so much
Shawty, you’re a.. don’t you ever stop ..
You’re so precious, you leave me breathless
You.. girl, I gotta confess that you’re the best in the world, girl
I’m a pimping, I’m slick as a.., girl,
So you know why I had a lot of ladies
But you drive me crazy!
You should get married to Cass and have a lot of babies
They call all men dogs, but I ain’t got the …
Girl, you’re pretty as my drove Mercedes
But ride out like my new truck, you’re too much.
Lets’ do us, and live happily ever after
I have to smile I’m looking at you
And that’s the reason why I’m in love with you
And bo, you know I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true!
Chorus:
Girl, I’m so proud of you baby
And I just wanna show you off
.. pretty lady
I’ll take you anywhere you are
(What you’re trying to do?)
Just let ‘em hate on you baby
Uh, and they only makes us strong
Baby you make it oh so much
Shawty, you’re a.. don’t you ever stop ..
Girl, you’re the best for me, mentally and sexually
I can be drug free, and still feel ecstasy
Especially, when you’re there laying right next to me
I’m hungry for love, and .. you got the receipt
A lot of chicks chase after Cass, but they ain’t catching me
They can keep pressing em, but they could never mess with me
Definitely, plenty of women can say they slept with me
Cause I got strikes like..
But preferably I want a woman that could not only have sex with me
But .. connect with me, what you expect from me?
Chorus:
Girl, I’m so proud of you baby
And I just wanna show you off
.. pretty lady
I’ll take you anywhere you are
(What you’re trying to do?)
Just let ‘em hate on you baby
Uh, and they only makes us strong
Baby you make it oh so much
Shawty, you’re a.. don’t you ever stop ..
I’ll never love a woman more than me.
You’re so adorable, and you’re so faithful that I can never replace you
And all the men that you’ve been they ain’t appreciate you
All the men today, they’re trying to manipulate you
I’m trying to satiate you, place you on a pedestal
Place you on a pedestal
You ever choose a dude like me, you can never lose
Whoever you choose, I hope he treat you right
Cause if ain’t treat you right, I can’t sleep at night!
I said homie, if you love your girl
Go ahead and show her to the whole wide world
Show her off, show her off, show her off
Show her off, show her off, show her off
I said homie, if you love your girl
Go ahead and show her to the whole wide world
Show her off, show her off, show her off
Show her off, show her off, show her off
Chorus:
Girl, I’m so proud of you baby
And I just wanna show you off
.. pretty lady
I’ll take you anywhere you are
(What you’re trying to do?)
Just let ‘em hate on you baby
Uh, and they only makes us strong
Baby you make it oh so much
I'd like to make sweet love to you
What you say you tryin' to do, huh?
I'll make you scream like
AHHH!
And shout like
AHHH!
And sing
Do di do do di do do do
Now what you say?
I'd like to make sweet love to you
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 man should try to get a woman 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
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
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
Rap is like setup,
Alotta games, alotta sucka’s with colorful names
Im So and so, im this im that
(huh) but they all just wick wick whack !
ye, ladys and gentlemen, with no further adue
ye, I spit bars and I spray down hoods
I cant be wack, everything I say sound good
I punch you niggas stump you like a A-town hood
But no name throwin’ punches like you lay down, should
Niggas trippin’ like the grey hound hood
Ill put the metal in you
Ill I say is spray rounds hood them shells leveling you
Real is real, cold is cold, old is old
You cats sold your soul like kanye
You got the devil in you
Play it cool cause my team is like apes
Real nigga have a rat nigga seen you like drake, wait
South central im a veteran there, on fire
Jag smokin’ like peppermint hair
Hommie show some type of love
You and your floyed bag
You try’na destroy jag
Say im on some type of drug but
I aint on the roids just piff, clown
You sick now you playing and im sprayin’ like
Chris brown, so get down
Chain got em stingin’ like Chris now
Paul niggas yall bitches all on my dick now
Im pissed now, leavin trails smellin’ like shit now
I took shit south, got me a brick house like Rick now
Its lost in me and we dat click now
You niggas boo boo
You can slide it in my house man my click coo coo
Hella gats have you skatin’ like the bitch new new
We da’’ best out bitch screw you….Jag
(Chorus)
my truck got a sunroof, the coup chopped it in half
I buy property, but not with monopoly cash
Lil mommy ask, did you hit the lottery cass?
Then gave me brain like im takin a psychology class
Im the shit jumpin in my colostomy bag
It’s a gift, I could come up with analogies fast
You know im hot like venus, and im cold like Pluto
Im a genius I could jump in my astronomy bag
Since you aint got a job like Tommy you mad
Us eatin’ aint the reason the economy bad
You a bitch like all the baby mommas you had
Im pilin’ in the line up you don’t want no drama with cass
If your forgot ‘dat I was hot, im remindin’ your ass
Im so hot that I could pop the thermometer glass, cass
Women love him, gats, got plenty of em
When shit pop you could get shot with any of em
As far as females I got too many of em
That’s why I switch every year,
I got chicks everywhere yea,
Every chick I be bringing by
On my dick so they go down quick like the kinda ki
I, stroker make a rida like a rolla coaster
With Cass, she be screamin like she has six flags
I never spit trash but now that im with jag
You could get smashed quick fast with ya’ bitch ass…Cass
Night Niggaz Need 2 Get They Mind Rite
2 Get Signed Niggaz Probably Take They Mom Life
Things People Do Just 2 Get In The Rhyme Life
But They Each Your Zone
It Is What It Is
Man Understand This
Their Is A Big Difference Between Advantage And Avanquish
The Alogo And The Mercialago
I Aint Gotta Lie Yo
It Is What It Is
If U See Me Wit Some Niggaz They All Grimy
I Put Time In Time Diamonds All Shiny
Paid A 100 Grand For A Chain That Cost 90
And Let Them Keep The Change
It Is What It Is
And Every Song Niggaz Doin The Work
Talkin About A Million Niggaz That They Willin 2 Murk
But How Many Niggaz U Gon Kill In A Verse
U Gotta Convince Me Dog
It Is What It Is
My Squad Luv Me Cause I Dont Ride Dick
U Gotta Keep It Real Wit The Niggaz U Ride Wit
Ladies Luv Me Cause Im Cool As Todd Smith
So Hide Yo Chick
It Is What It Is
If U A Skinny Woman Than Thats Thorough
But If Uz A Big Woman I Got Ur Back Girl
Fuck All Them Niggaz That Consider U Fat Girl
U Aint Gotta Lose Weight
It Is What It Is
All Im Makin Is More Hits
But I Was Drunk Wen I Came In2 The Booth 2 Record This
Swizz Sed Cass U Gotta Think Of The Chorus
But I Dont Need No Hook
It Is What It Is
My Worse Verse Hot As Ur Best Rhyme
Damn I Cant Think Of The Next Line
But Fuck It Ill Remember It Next Time
Cause Im Compressed For Time
It Is What It Is
These Fake Niggaz Would Strait Front
I Did 2 County Bids But Aint Been Upstate Once
For A Murder Charge I Only Did 8 Months
My Lawyer The Truth
It Is What It Is
U Aint Gotta Like It But U Gotta Respect It
Theirs Things In The Past That U Upset Wit
But I Woundnt Change Nuttin I Dont Regret Shit
We All Make Mistakes
It Is What It Is
Cause Government Dont Do Shit For U
But Send U To War Man They Tryin To Destroy U
The President Tryin 2 Get To All U
He Worse Than Sadam
It Is What It Is
They Should Put My Picture Next 2 The Definition Of Hip Hop
But Im Not Getting No Recognition From Dick Jocks
Even Sum Of The Best Ammiting That My Shit Hot
Beside Nas Im The Best That Did It Next 2 Big Ahh
Niggaz Aint Want It Pun He Did It Big
Pac Was 1 Of The Best So Give That Kid Props
Rakim & G-Rap Them Niggaz All That
If U Aint Ll Or That Nigga Jigga Den Fall Back
Im True 2 Dis I Aint New 2 Dis I Do This Shit
If U Aint Snoop Kiss Or Ludacris
Den U Get Dissed
Dis Cass I Dont Care If U Niggaz Mad
If U Aint My Nigga Fab Ill Get In Dat Ass
U Aint X Or Sp Dont Test Me
If U Aint Nelly Or Joe Crack
U No Latch
U Aint Nore Or Sheech Louch
Ur Weak Dude
If He Aint Busta Or B-Mack
Den He Wack
If He Aint Wayne Or Flip Dog
They Shit Soft
Shane Eve Lil Kim
They Chick Soft
I Been Fuckin Wit Jd Since Kriss Kross
Except Me, Chris Tip And Rick Ross
Any Nigga Outass,
Wit Juve And Outkast
Wit Dipset And Bone Thugs
Get Shown Luv
A Lotta Niggaz Talk Greasy In Dey Rhymez
But If U Aint Jeezy Or Reakon
Den Stay Calm
Caus The Role Niggaz Playin Iz Fake
If U Aint Game Or Kanye Den Start Playin The Safe
Any Thing I Say Now Ill Say In Ur Face
So Thats That
Stay In Ur Place
I'm a hustler, I'm a hustler homey
I got the product, narcotics for customers homey
Feins open they be smoking like a muffler homey
niggas phoney so I only got a couple of homey
If you a hustler I could, I could fuck wit you homey
You spend a couple of bucks I stay in touch with you homey
I get money I get 20 to K I got 20 strip although I'm 20 today
I get cake from buds and haze I'm making dubs
they hating cause I'm on the grind like I'm making love
with cops got the block hot like a jamaican club
cop wait, wait for a droute then I make a fllod
try to take my cake you gone take a slug
But you can take my information if you taking drugs
cause I can sell raid to a bug
I'm a hustler I can sell salt to a slug
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 about me nigga nigga ask about me
Married to the game, same bride just a new dru
I do more then just do to
cause my bills come in to soon, my son gone be two soon
royalty check come in like once in a bluemoon
but I'm getting my doe for doing shows
I made more money on the grind then on the road
that's why I stay fly and flying on hoes
car's are so cool,Aston no shoes
just a rubberband on my risk no jewels
I ain't got to prove I'm rich, I'm a fool
I know the rules I ain't got time for it
and they will hateyou deal with the real cake
and they on the corner
from morning to real late
I deal weight and if you bastards dought me
I'm a hustler ask about, ask about me
Yeah they made you got saved don't be spend the change
In fifth grade I was hustling my genesis game
I was dumb young selling chew gum to my classmate
on the cash chase moving at a fast pace
never been a dummy never did what the dummies do
so I had a mill to burn before I turned 22
more money , more problem is true cause the more money
I make the more problem for you
yeah I used dude voice props to the boy sean
he made it a hot line I made a hot song
So stop drawing man you got to respect it
I'm the best swizz got to perfected don't mess with
C-A-double S-I-D-Ycause I became the best when B-I-G died
the kid do it big like P-U-N cuse
I'm a hustler, I'm a hustler homey
I got the product, narcotics for customers homey
Feins open they be smoking like a muffler homey
niggas phoney so I only got a couple of homey
If you a hustler I could, I could fuck wit you homey
You spend a couple of bucks I stay in touch with you homey
I get money I get 20 to K I got 20 strip although I'm 20 today
I get cake from buds and haze I'm making dubs
they hating cause I'm on the grind like I'm making love
with cops got the block hot like a jamaican club
cop wait, wait for a droute then I make a fllod
try to take my cake you gone take a slug
But you can take my information if you taking drugs
cause I can sell raid to a bug
I'm a hustler I can sell salt to a slug
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 about me nigga nigga ask about me
Married to the game, same bride just a new dru
I do more then just do to
cause my bills come in to soon, my son gone be two soon
royalty check come in like once in a bluemoon
but I'm getting my doe for doing shows
I made more money on the grind then on the road
that's why I stay fly and flying on hoes
car's are so cool,Aston 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 I ain't got time for it
and they will hateyou deal with the real cake
and they on the corner
from morning to real late
I deal weight and if you bastards dought me
I'm a hustler ask about, ask about me
Yeah they made you got saved don't be spend the change
In fifth grade I was hustling my genesis game
I was dumb young selling chew gum to my classmate
on the cash chase moving at a fast pace
never been a dummy never did what the dummies do
so I had a mill to burn before I turned 22
more money , more problem is true cause the more money
I make the more problem for you
yeah I used dude voice props to the boy sean
he made it a hot line I made a hot song
So stop drawing man you got to respect it
I'm the best swizz got to perfected don't mess with
C-A-double S-I-D-Ycause I became the best when B-I-G died
the kid do it big like P-U-N cuse
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 its supposed to do.
Get the obituary ready, get the Reverend, my old style died, and went to punchline heaven.
You cats know that thats 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 thats 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,
Cassidy
Evee e
And Bone Thugs
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 cash
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
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
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
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
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 gunnin 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
I was born to be a rich bitch
Can't ever block me from this ddoe
Nigga riddiculous
Ya you see me
Ermez? 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
An 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
Let's go!
Hook:
Got a dozen grimps so I round round with my jopper
Keep the dutch full of gush can't keep a cuff full of rocka
My... got more snicks enough for locka
And every day I... my face and...
Got a kilo on my wrist bitch I'm cashin out
Got a kilo on my neck yeah I'm cashin out
Got a dozen grimps so I round round with my jopper
Keep the dutch full of gush can't keep a cuff full of rocka
I'm high that's why I'll be in my zone
Dreams of that dream daddy I'll be getting stone
This chicks it in, daddy why you never call my phone
Don't you kids got a damn daddy bitch em alone
I'm not tryin hit your problems I got problems of my own
Like necessarily so rockin make some molly with patron
If you f*ck the first night and I might probably take you home
And if you swallow in the pipe and you can probably get alone
You could owe me but you gotta blue me like a saxophone
'Cause you wasn't with me rappin on that microphone bitch
You need a lot but you don't think a lot 'cause you drink a lot
And smoke weed a lot
But I can tell you don't read a lot
'Cause you're talking stupid you need to stop
Yeah call em when you need to cop
And now call you when you need to pop
You need to pop so I need to cheeck
Don't need shit she just need the dick
The weed get... till I'm passing out
But you about to put the classic out
I get the cash then I'm cashing out
[Hook:]
... I'ma still got the hit
I'ma pill it if you... still thinking... still watch
Chilling if I'm... if he's looking
... thought... keep it real
Shawty pocket... we roll we might hole up
Hole hole up 'cause this bitches... they know us
They lean on me they call up
They stay around 'cause we poll up
I'm turnt up I'm so...
'Cause we... like...
See lose lose... like bruise bruise
'Cause we rackon we cashed out
Do my ladies run this motherfucker
(smoke sumthin tonight, drink sumthin tonight)
Do my thugs run this motherfucker
(who fuckin tonight, you fuckin tonight)
Some body say YEA {sumbody say yea}
Some body say YEA {sumbody say yea}
Whoa my flow to dangerous
so y'all might as well hang it up (yup yup)
Cause ill flip it and change it up
wit the slang, swich the language up, guess what
I left wit this chi-di-dik
She waz thi-di-dik
Got my freak on and got my john li-di-dikd
All in the ri-di-dib
The bra sti-di-dip
Took her thong off and put gloss on her li-di-dips
She on the ji-di-dob
I'm gettin sli-di-dopd
Bout to bang out, gettin mouth, tryin to dri-di-dive
I'm like hold up wait a minute
therse no rush I'ma get way up in it
We goin to ya cri-di-dib
Ta do it bi-di-dig
And I'ma hit like I just did a vi-di-did
Den have fi-di-dun
Whicha ti-di-doung
After I ki-di-done
I'm out swiss we'r di-done
Whoa my flow to dangerous
so y'all might as well hang it up (yup yup)
Cause ill flip it and change it up
wit the slang, swich the language up
I'm a v-i-issue
Play the strip on my gri-i-issle
I stay wit the p-i-istole on my hip
And I stay wit a clip full of me-i-issles
Gray wrist braclet full of cre-i-istles
I'll leave you cre-i-ipled
Cause I b shootin the tech like when the reff blow the whe-i-istle
But ill do some B I wichu
If you b blowin your nose and I ain't talkin bout wit t-i-issue
My weed green like a p-i-ickle
Hop off the G4, hop in the G ni-i-ickle
Had to throw 24's on the v-i-ichle
And my smile get a broad's hard ne-i-iples
Now you kno I'm a laidies man (na'm-talkn-bout)
May-bop mercades man (na'm-talkn-bout)
My watch cost 80 grand (na'm-talkn-bout)
I'm gettin dat gravy man (na'm-talkn-bout)
Yea I used to sling on the strip (na'm-talkn-bout)
Me, singbing and the click (na'm-talkn-bout)
Now the whole world's sayin my shhh.. (na'm-talkn-bout)
I deserve ey'thing that I get (na'm-talkn-bout)
And you could be a rider but stay in you lane
Cause word to my 5 I ain't playin no games
If its drama den I'm sprayin dem thangs (na'm-talkn-bout)
Cats cant stop sayin my name (na'm-talkn-bout)
Cause I'm hot right now (na'm-talkn-bout)
I can't be stopped right now (na'm-talkn-bout)
Look at the charts I'm on top right now (na'm-talkn-bout)
On... on... on...
HEYYYYYY~!
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 Patron and tell 'em 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 Patron and TELL 'EM THAT IT'S ON)
I got my drink and my dutchie, I just beat a murder
People think that I'm lucky, my link lookin husky
Big stones, it's on, it's on, the kid home
Get the Patron, and tell 'em that it's on
Put the smoke in the air and get stoned
The whip sittin on two-sixes, the lip's chromed
My money used to be immature now my shit grown
Big wheels, big homes, I'm doin it big homes
(Now it's on! It's on, it's on) the kid home
Get the Patron, and tell 'em that it's on
I do my two step, and let the link swing
Hold the drink with the left hand to show the pink' ring
Aiyyo they wanna be like me, recreate my flow
Imitate my flow, then relate my flow
But while they try an' take my flow I make my dough
Aiyyo I can make it rain cause I be makin it snow
But yo, I've been takin it slow, I wasn't around
But the car crash couldn't lay the hustler down, nah
I'm still here f'real I'm still here
It wasn't lookin pretty but Swizzy I'm still here
They said I coulda been braindead in a wheelchair
But I'm standin in the booth and the skills are still here
Yeah, the hustler home, the hustler home
Let's celebrate a toast with a cup of Patron
Yeah yeah put your dutch in the air
Smoke haze, let the smoke raise up in the air
You mighta seen me in the 'ghini at a couple affairs
The engine in the trunk, the doors go up in the air
Yeah, and I be gone for a couple of years
I done sweat, I done bled, shed a couple of tears
I ain't stressin, it's a blessin that the hustler here
Let's celebrate a toast, put your cup in the air
Aye yo my man,
My man
1 second, 1 second,
Iss my part, iss my part of the
Song,
1 sec
Yo come on man,
I'm gunna late man,
Why you beeing disrespectful,
Why you come in my store,
You dont ring my bell,
Dog,dog,dog)
You dont wipe your feet on the carpet,
What the fuck,
Mine, see my rug, rub,
Fall back,
Fall back,
I need a chicken cheese steak man,
I dont have chicken any cheese what, (
dog)
Number 1 five,
What the combo,
What do you want,
The special or the moovle,
I dont know what number it is man,
Chicken cheese steak man,
i have 1,2,3)
Chicken Cheese steak man,
Salt, pepper, ketchup, mayonaise,
And fried onions,
i dont have eggs, and and)
Throw some cheese fries in there
Too man,
1 second
Throw some cheese fries in there too
Okay, 1 second
HURRY UP!!
I'm done as quick as this
What the fuck is this?!
Thats my special philly cheese steak for the for the man
dog this aint no philly cheese steak man
this is for the hood, i make this for the hood
this aint no philly cheese steak,
Dog you aint even from Philly,
Where the fuck are you from, i'm from here,
Nigga i'm from philly nigga, where the fuck are you form?!
Well I'm kell pipe nigga
Nigga i got pipes too, fuck
fuck is this shit?
i'm from philly so you dont like it then go home, thats where my steaks is from
what the fuck is wrong wit u man?!
next time, just take it easy, and ordee the combo!!
(ft AR-AB)
Hook:
It’s too much money in here
Eyah it’s too much money in here
This money over there, this money over here
This money over here it’s money everywhere
It’s too much money in here
I get get money i’m bout getting the cash,
I get get money I’m bout getting the cash
I get get money I’m bout getting the cash
That’s why niggas getting the money ..the cash
It’s hard to play your part if you ain’t got no heart
Listen to chain you got me getting brain that’s why i’m so smug
You ain’t the smart .. that’s a .. you might as well ..go walk
I keep the raiser like the barber i’m so shot
My car got a ball here that chock off the .. heart
I’m already legendary like .. my cash up you just guessed up
Nigga go ..so i’m growing myself
I’m the second producer on my music myself
I flow tight i got my .. my belt
Is stupid people you can truth to me help
But if you ain’t around a bunch of bro people
Than you stupid yourself
Get your cash
[Hook:]
I’m so icy like Gucci but i don’t’ wear Gucci bags
I’m .. i don’t do the Louie and Gucci racks
You close tighter than your wife with the groupie ..
Home she stop i strangle with your own scarf
I’m side to my own label I’m my own boss
But your pay checks less checks with my own ..
If you ain’t got my ringtone check your phone off
‘cause all this very clear ..
I’ll be making your chick there drop
I make the hair shot I’ll begin my top moon off
I’m not a bad person but i put man working
This mother f*ckers got cass cursin
Everybody say they aliens i guess i’m the last ..
But you will never catch me jerk and swag surfing
No ‘cause i don’t do the shit kids do
My flow sicker than the pick flu
Get the cash
[Hook:]
I get to the money no ..stopping
Forty grant on me two ..profit
Think about robbin that’s no option
I’m hangin out the window
Two big rockets, i just say go
If you say snow got a foot of low
8 hundred four owe, orders get ..
44 snupper heading one time
Making ..
All my money come fast for the lambo
I return for the .. i’m Rambo
I don’t tips in the clip for the emo
Do you leave teddy bears in the cando
I see round .. put the four pounder
I cop white girl then i go drowner
Vision ware weapon tell em every killers
Pockets look like a dictionary in the ..
All black .. all black .. sit i don’t lost ..
M16 in the two bling weak shot in
Get the chest to scream
... didn’t .. like a hit like a ..
And i ain’t got to wait the next ..
Baby get my .. ‘cause ...
Intro (R. Kelly):
Ladies and gentlemen you are listening to the sound of swizz beatz,
we got cassidy in here, kells, 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
im feeling the way you carry yourself girl
and i wanna get witchu cos you's a cutie
so if you wanna come to my hotel,
all you gotta do is holla at me
cos we're having an afterparty, checking out 6 in the morning. (oh no)
Verse 1(Cassidy/Swizz)
talk to em cass
im staying in a ho-tel,not a mo-tel with a holiday inn (say what?)
if that girl dont participate well then ima take her friend (say what?)
but if mamy is wit then, mamy can get,
if mamy a rider, ima slide up inside her
mama i got a suite you can creep on through,
i know you trying to get your freak on too
i do it all for the (Ladies)
yeah i ball for the (Ladies)
hit the mall for the (Ladies)
keep it fly for the (Ladies)
keep my eye on the (Ladies)
hot-tub for the (Ladies)
pop bub for the (Ladies)
i got love for my (Ladies)
Chorus(R. Kelly):
Girl you wanna come to my hotel
baby i will leave you my room key
im feeling the way you carry yourself girl
and i wanna get witchu cos you's a cutie
so if you wanna come to my hotel,
all you gotta do is holla at me
cos we're having an afterparty, checking out 6 in the morning. (oh no)
Verse 2 (Cassidy/Swizz)
We the new car-tel, r kel and the kid cassidy (say what?)
girl if your man start acting ask for him or ask for me (say what?)
cos see we can go get it cracking but you know what will happen
we be under the covers making love to each other
i got a double bed, ones to sleep on, the other ones to get my freak on
Its all for the (Ladies)
yeah i ball for the (Ladies)
hit the mall for the (Ladies)
keep it fly for the (Ladies)
keep my eye on the (Ladies)
hot-tub for the (Ladies)
pop bub for the (Ladies)
i got love for my (Ladies)
Chorus(R. Kelly):
Girl you wanna come to my hotel
baby i will leave you my room key
im feeling the way you carry yourself girl
and i wanna get witchu cos you's a cutie
so if you wanna come to my hotel,
all you gotta do is holla at me
cos we're having an afterparty, checking out 6 in the morning. (oh no)
Verse 3 (Cassidy/Swizz)
We go chi-town stepping out
to the club letting out
then we go sex it out
till we go checking out
i got my chicks ima bring to the telly,
we bout to do the damn thing sing to em kelly!
Verse 4 (R. Kelly)
say its alright if you wanna come with me
and fufil your fantasy in my hotel suite
and its ok if you wanna party night to 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
im feeling the way you carry yourself girl
and i wanna get witchu cos you's a cutie
so if you wanna come to my hotel,
all you gotta do is holla at me
cos we're having an afterparty, checking out 6 in the morning. (oh no)
Outro (Swizz):
Say you have just heard a classic
featuring the one and only,
kells, r kells, cassidy, swizz beatz the monster (yes i am!)
full service the label, yes, yes
Rock Land the family
Ruff Ryders the family
wo, this one's for the ladies y'all,
the, the, the ladies (please believe it!)
get your hands up, getcha getcha hands up
its over, this only part 1 y'all
swizz c'mon
chi-town, phile, n y, worldwide
its a problem y'all, y'all gotta solve it!
I dont think nobody betta then me in this whole world
I'm so thoroughl I'm the hottest in this cold world
O shit I;m so sick I gotta go earle
And I be on some hoe shit ask ma old girl
if dis waz ya world it wouldnt be no girls
cuz u only like men alrite den go girl
u trifflin pussy like and hermaphrodite
i straight like 6'oclock ya not so pass da mic
itz a reccession i copped ma watch 4 half da price
but da ice still see-through like a glass of sprite ima hustla i had da white
but i had 2 quit cuz 4 bricks dey a lock u up 4 half ya life
im da truth u aint half as nice
i mean da source magazine gon proly give u half a mic when I die dey gon proly bring me back 2 life
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
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!
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
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)
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
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
money, money, money, money
the price extra low
money, money, money, money
this is moving extra slow
money, money, money, money
so i'm about to let you know
what people do for the money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money
what people do for the money
first it was hard to rob a bank
but easy to rob a bull
making the withdraw
as soon as he come outside the bank
what people do for the money
it leave you traumatized
little dudes still in middle school committing homicide
instead of rumble they a blast gas
instead of struggle they arrive behind the bundle when they ass crash
chicks are stripping
get their ass smacked
do splits
do tricks
on the pole
and make the ass clap
cats bag crack
your dad checks in cash that
risk having the feds on him
just to have some bread on him
it ain't no telling
what the felon did
instead of jail
niggers would tell the pigs
on their own relatives
real rack
grind work
got my mind worked
i sell coke to a smoker
that stole the money out the mom's purse
before i go broke
i commit a crime first
to get a dollar
you do what you got to do
money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money
what people do for the money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money
what people do for the money
niggers would kill their own men
just to get the
to get the paper for the porsche
and go skip them with that
bitches will suck the whole thing
for a do bag
look at the elders in the hood
yea, they all sad
look at the young one in the hood
yea, they all mad
i'm looking for a spot
take a g off that
you'll come around here front
nigger we off that
they kill broad day
for some bullshit change
niggers that get it in for a bullshit chain
tired of the clothes with the bullshit stains
niggers a put a bullet in you bullshit brain
dope heads running for the h and they chain
selling the kids shit
and whatever for the pain
i know what a student
would they want cocaine
under the black cloud
but we all seen the change
the demons that chase you
for a green piece of paper
money, money, money, money
the price extra low
money, money, money, money
this is moving extra slow
money, money, money, money
so i'm about to let you know
what people do for the money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money
what people do for the money
the weighing
the rocks
those things lean off doo
get the green
get the m16 to you tooth
the cream
get the triple beam for the coop
for nightmare
you had bad dreams when you grew
i keep a raisin and a laser beam on the toast
making a murder scene
and your spleen can get poof
niggers that take your life for some green
they get smoked for
a little bit of purple
my low niggers will murk you
six feet dirt shit
pawn box turn shit
then kill your brothers
and your mother that burped you
my life's like a movie
no commercials
that's why a line i rhyme is controversial
yea, to get that chick
the niggers will try to earth you
you going to need that bitch in the hospital
to nurse you
time's money
they say patience is a virtue
but to get the dollar
you do what you got to do
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money
what people do for the money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money
My blood pressure's buildin'
It's Cassidy trick
It's Cassidy bitch
It's Cassidy clique
It's Cassidy beeyatch!
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?
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?
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
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Fabolous & Swizz Beatz)
[Cassidy:]
Cass and Beans you bitch ass niggas
Philly pistol bangin we gon make'em pay
[Beans:]
You already know (you already know)
It's the boss of all bosses
Well repected, reputation flawless
street record, no losses
Movie on my life it's a toss up between spike and tarentino
Well connected like Nicodemo
Skinny Joey, uhh, come on you niggas know me
Capo de cape need work get at me
one four deuce in amsterdam
[Cassidy:]
Ask ya man
[Beans:]
I'm on the hill all day, gettin it the long way
hicks on broadway call me poppy (?)
Now move bitch
[Cassidy:]
Get out the way, ay
Da hustla home i know the game missin me (Come on Cass)
Me and B Mac on the track, (Beans) the game history
Picture me lettin these bitch niggas get to me
You could use my life to write a murder mystery
And my fist a lil crystally
My watch on freeze i got more cheese than lil italy (Philly stand up)
And you ain't got a coin, ya checks go boing
i get change, big chain hang to my groin
And i could go to the car lot in a hard top
and pull another coupe off jag wit the soft top
i'mma take the roof off i don't do the sun roofs
and i chrome the boots off dawg i got dumb loot
Yo Mac tell'em how hard niggas go
[Beans:]
It's State pen, foster fest
they already kno
[Chorus:]
You got beef than watch ya back
You already know
Stand up niggas never act yo
You already know
You gotta keep ya enemies close
You already know
And neva leave home without toast
You already know
Real niggas do what they want
You already know
Bitch niggas do what you told
You already know
You gotta play the hand you was dealt
You already know
Two real niggas livin by the code man
You already know
[Beans:]
You niggas already know how me and Cass get down
[Cassidy:]
Nigga ask around
[Beans:]
Shit we'll lay a nigga casket down
[Cassidy:]
Man i'll grab the ruger smoke'em like a bag of buddha
[Beans:]
Naw Cass just throw'em off the roof
[Cassidy:]
Like a parachuter
[Beans:]
Yea lets see if he gon land on his face or his feet
[Cassidy:]
But Mac i could just take the heat put his face on the street
[Beans:]
Or you could take the back of the gat try breakin his teeth
[Cassidy:]
or i could hit'em wit the piece that could wake the decease
I'll call the chopper
Earthquakin be shakin the street (what else)
I touch ki's i push bass like i'm makin the beat (you already know)
[Beans:]
Slow down Cass ya killin'em
Take it easy on'em
[Cassidy:]
Naw Mac i'm not feelin'em
[Beans:]
Well fuck it, it's Mac and Cass
back-to-back like Mac and Brad
fuck these fake as rappers half these niggas fags
Designer back packs, tight clothes dressed in drag
[Cassidy:]
tried to hop up on the track look like extra swag
[Beans/Cassidy:]
I'm the truth in the booth
Mac could bust that ass
Cass a best on the beat
Yea i'll crush that ass
[Faboulus:]
And i'm fa sho wit the flow (Who that?)
Ghetto fab (F-A B-O)
I keep the meter on the dash like the yellow cab
wings on the hood, b's on the pedal tabs
It's Bentley Beans then it's Continental Cass
flyin spur Fabo on the collabo
i'm like zab-do when i let the jab go
in the lab yo word players like scrabbo
[Cassidy:]
Yo Fabo you ain't bad with the vocab yo
i bag snow and blow strawberry dro
Cass it is what it is you already know
[Chorus]
Yea, I need to talk to you, ok can I talk to you
C’mon c’mon c’mon (hey, let me holla at you)
C’mon c’mon c’mon (yo, stop runnin from me)
A yo this Cassidy & niggas is not fuckin wit me man,
And yea, I’m talking wreckless but you gotta respect it,
Its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta,
Yea Kiss talk to em…
You know me K-I-S-S kiss of death
LP soon comin for yall bless bless
Metallic green paint on the impala the S.S.
And I figure the more niggas 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 wit my arms so I’ll have no problem workin the mac
Uh, never been a toe stepper, side switcher
A fence jumper, I was 10 wit twin pumpers
Hustled wit the best of them
Did whatever it took to make a quarter I charge niggas to watch wrestlin
I’m heavy threat, D-Block double R full surface yall niggas aint ready yet
Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back.
You know me C-A-S-S fresh dressed
Just copped some new 4-5’s and a fresh vest
I gets scout cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex
But less tlk you aint got no heart in yo left breast
Go head get yo beef on
I’ll let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothing but ya sneaks on
But it don’t matter cuz ya feets gone
Now that’s restin in pieces so go meet Jesus
You little boys better ease up
Cuz them dudes you think hot’ll see Cass and then freeze up
You wan’ scrap roll ya sleeves up
But I’ll rather squeeze cuz I aint tryin to fuck my trees up
Or wrinkle my dickie I crack a dutch sprinkle the sticky
I know you pissed I got kiss & them wit me, dig me
Cuz you dudes is haters & if you bet that I was gon’ flop you gon’ lose yo paper.
A yo, get it through ya head there’s no stopping me
Nigga the R is double the surface is full the block is D
All it take is a trey 8 & a mass nigga its Jada & Cass I vision ya face waitin to blast
If money was food yall niggas be fastin
And we stuffin our face & eatin wit passion
In the like we runnin numbers
Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin from us
They runnin from us cuz they petrified
I lift guns for the exercise
And I spray like insecticides
You bugs better rcognize
When the weapon rise you can catch slugs in ya chest through ya vest & 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 dues so I’ll blow ya brains out & then feed it to ya seed like baby food
You Cant Judge A Book By Its Cover
You Gotta Read It Man
But As Far As Narcotics
I Got IT If You Need It Man
I Got That Piff If You Need A Gram
Its Light Green
But It Got Orange Hairs Like Peter Pan
Im Hot Headed But No
IAint Got A Fever Man Im Ambedextrious
I Can Squueze It With Either Hand
And...
My Flow Tight
Like Me And My Main Squeeze
You Try To Chase Cake
But Yall Dont Run The Same Speed
I Pay Cheese For My Watch And My Chain Please
If You Kiss My Ring
You Will Prolly Get A Brain Freeze
(Ha HA)
Sometime I Smoke Until i Cant Breath
But Yall Stem Seeds
We Dont Smoke The Same Weed
Im What The Game Need
I Rap Realistically
Is Some One Out There Sick As Me
Its A Mystery
I Celebrate Christmas Because Of The Epiphany
But Santa Clause And Rudolph Dont Exist To Me
I See Some Things
That You Will NEVER Get To See
Thats Why iCant Let These Hating A** Niggas
Get To Me
iSmoke The Trees
And Stay Smoking To Stay Focus
iStay With Toasters
You Only Kill When YoU Spray Roaches
Where Yo Burner Hater
You An Exterminator
So Of Course Should Call You The Orkin Man
Acting Like A Killer Made You A Fortune Man
But The Only Beef You Had
You Can Stick A Fork In Man
Yo Muther Should Of Had An Obortion
Man Cause You Just Taking Up Space
Youy A F****** Fake
You The Type To Go To Jail
And Get F*** Raped
Im A F***** Ape
You A Rat
Stay In Yo F***** Place
Before iEmpty Out The F*** H
They Gone Need Dental Records
When The Heckler Hit Cha F*** Face
And iAint Tryna Catch A Nuva Case
But Ill Squezze If Its Drama Dawg
Word To My Mama Dawg
YO The Pump A Make You Jump
Like Some Kinda Frog
Cuase You A B**** You Know The Lil
[Cassidy:]
I turn your mans n them, into mannequins,
I throw rims on trucks you can stand up in.
Its jems in my Bannon bracelot,
If I wear it to long, I have to get my arm amputated.
Haters, I clap ya up,
Cass'll put your stomach on the ground like bad pushups.
I get mashed up, get a glock n two .40's
n show up to your spot like its a costume party.
Im sorry, but I sold more crack than albums,
I red dot your face like acne problems.
N I clap revolvers the shelves dont fall,
I got bulletproof vests that velcro off.
You aint sell no raw, I actually did,
I got shit on lock 'ock i need a laxitive.
Ladies, show my how nasty you is,
Cus after this we goin' back to Cassidy crib.
What 'chu want? I get this mufucka cruck, Get up,
We gettin' drunk n the mufuckin blunts lit up.
But don't front n let a mufucka pump shit up,
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
[Cassidy]:
Look dog, you will never shine,
Unless you come up with some better lines,
And use your own flow instead of mine.
So instead of rhyme,
You should go to the cemetary and dig your own grave up ahead of time.
You wanna cop some Jordans? I got the better kind.
The bugs bunny straps n snatch the pat leather kind.
I be on ? pipe where the pipers is,
'Cus i be baggin up white in this piper crib,
Makin' dimes like 20's twice as big.
Man they fluffy like pillows, put you right to bed.
Most of the real killers doin' life or dead.
I could fight but i'll hit you with the knife instead.
Or put that red light on ya head,
and have led poppin' out the toaster like a slice of bread.
I can handle gats, Im on fire like candle wax,
My pockets lumped like camel backs.
I got crack and packs of green daddy,
If you a pothead or fiend just scream at me!
And full surface is the team daddy,
You tryin' to get a mean sixteen then scream at me!
N*gga!
[interlude]
Ayo, the chit-chat fam get chu backhand,
I rap man but i clap till the gat jam.
And im a gat man, put tha mac wit the airholes to ya earlobe,
You sniff like scarecrows.
You can't hate Cass cus i make cash,
and i take cash, ya'll need to take baths.
I laugh at you dirty ass n*ggas,
Lil' cheap thirty dollar jersey ass n*ggas.
You a bum b*tch cus you dumb b*tch,
and when the pot come, you don't get a crumb b*tch.
You sound real fake on them mixtapes,
Screamin' how you get cake 'cus you flip weight. (nah n*gga)
You tell jokes, you don't sell coke,
You just wanna roast 'L's n inhale smoke.
You broke, be ashamed of yourself,
Get on ya knees and squeeze that thing on yourself!
I split domes if a youngin' get grown,
I grip crome, keep the piece on the hipbone. (homez)
I spit dope n*gga wanna get poked?
I get coke from a spic on a fish boat.
I hug blocks and you not a thug 'ock,
But you dont get the picture till u get a mugshot.
If you a scared man, you a dead man,
I put led in that man on ya headband.
'Cus i done work, put in dumb work,
Slum work, and im nice with the gun work.
Man my gun spray 'cus im like monday,
through sunday with the gun play.
Come through a back street with tha lil' wack jeep,
and imma clap heat and put ya brains on the back seat!
You cats is sweet and aint my cup of tea,
My blood pressures building
my blood pressures building, my blood pressures build-
Justin, Justin What this? Who's this?
This is Cassidy
Man...he's talkin' about guns, talkin' about drugs, callin' girls whores, bitches!
Is this what you want to listen to.
Yeah!
What's so positive about it?
Well he has some positive songs but this is my favorite song.
Why what makes it so positive, I mean what makes it so you kno interesting?
The beat... and the ryhmes and everything else
I need you to really focuz on your school work not this ??
It could corup you your gonna go to jail
Wait! no im not it's just music, its crazy music too but im not gonna go to jail
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.
yo cass what up son
what's goin on playboy,hows it lookin over there?
you know I got me a good one ands all that
oh ok,ok
wats up with you
you know i got me something lovely too you know how we do it
you know how like em man, super official right
all day if it aint official I aint fucin wit her
that's right son
ha ha yea,let's do it
so many nights i felt like crying (can't get you out my mind)
all this time i felt like dyin
(love's so hard to find)
so I (gotta move on)
yes I (gotta stay strong)
and I (gotta keep it going)
so long (so long)
It's usually the beauty that attract me but perhaps she was the right person, her personality made me happy and thats why I persued her im a dude that
make manuvers if i choose her then she whipped cause my dick as long as a ruler, she maybe kind of crazy its cool long as I school her im smoove as grand
pooba and i can charm a computer, for us to conversate all it take to make an impression like a teacher lecturing when im speaking she taking lessons, but
everytime we argue and fight I feel like im dying, I feel like trying tell you the truth, you feel like im lyin but imma move on cause im strong as ever
without you, I can do better but I can never forget about you girl.
Ay yo I laced you with the girl braces when you was young, doing ya thang I went to amfye and buy you dem benaces, queen of the temple with the sent of a
lemon all of that lenin shit at time im just observing your menin with all that long hair, sexy, mean walk and your von gear we at the pond you all up
under my arm when we shopping embracing your relock and gloks and tims flyin from Africa yo back to the, you just a sadosure thats why your ones is owsed
up cause when I needed you, you never got flowsed up a layced out lady with taste I gotta just kiss ya face keep ya nigga growned these are the brakes. one!
without her being close is depressing, they say aint nobody perfect but a honey rosted complexion close to perfection plus she got a body that could
probably turn a gay man straight, to stay in shape mommy started taking karate, so while she get it done in the gym runnin the tredmill im runnin for feds
still, keep one in the bed still I be reminicin boo,missin you thats dead real cause you nice in the bed and you nice with the hand skills you awfly
fine, I cant get you off my mind, I aint frontin yea I lost a dyme but you crossed the line and aint follow directions you gone, gettin back together is out
Tha Hustla...Larsency Family...Crossover
I serve Fiends, Before I became a man
but sellin cocaine wasn't part of the gameplan
I was rappin on stages before you cats was originated,
before autotune and that bullcrap was created
When i grabbed the mic and tried to spit my rhymes
they said i couldn't, they wouldnt let me get my shine
Cool..cuz i aint get upset,
I lit a dutch, found a chicken to fuck and i left
to the hotel, she said she likes the weed she smells
and i was rollin L after L
1 after after another 1 and i rolled another 1,
to much dutchies im gone need another lung,
i blaze haze but i dont fiend for nicotine,
cuz i dont smoke cigarettes, just the green
im blazin, lightin up the haze and dont i look asian
the bud im smokin is amazin
kush sour, grandfather and the piff it'll
have u twisted thats the reason i twist it
it'll get u twice as high if u try to mix it
higher than your rent bill when your gettin evicted
rhymes overflowin, imma get dough and,
im blessed si i guess thats why my rhymes coincide..
with my thoughts in god, i gotta thank him that he kept me alive
the invincible microphone fiend thats me
cassidy, theres no match for me
E-F-F-E-C-T, i need my R-E-S-P-E-C-T
cuz cass is a problem, i gotta have it
and your retarded plus your a fagget
my dj gotta microphone his name thorough
and im dope with the microphone like heroine
i make the bass flip, you need a fix
gimme some soda, some ice, and a brick
i whip, wait til it cool, n cut with the razor i made ya,
if u fuckin with me you touch paper
middle fingers up fuck haters
I keep the weapon, get assassinated when them guns up haters
see a part me people at home never seen
when im feinin for a microphone, imma microphone fiend
after 12, im worse than dracula,
turnin pages in my rap book, i need a spatula
thats intense, im convinced you terrified
you see the barrel size, u gunna die or be paralized
by any means necessary, this is what has to be done
make way cuz here cass come
my dj cut material material material material
n he'll bury u
it's a must that i crush any mic u hand to me
its inherited, it runs in my family
i wrote the most rhymes, i wrote the most raps,
but my dad could rhyme and my mom had dope raps
now i dont wanna have to pop off n bust a shot off
if you cant keep the stage warm, then hop off
ladies and gentlemen, ur about to see
me the best in the game imma bout to be
take it to the maximum, i cant relax and um
so coca cola on ice mixed wit yak is 1
hell of a the antidote and hella the damn smoke
you wanna roll a gram of the smoke but u cant u broke
you makin me crack up, u shouldv'e stacked up
those who act up need to get more than clapped up
any entertainer i got 1 in the chamber
2 take away 1 and im the remainder
so close your eyes and hold ur fuckin breath
and imma squezze til theres nothing fuckin left
before you go u gunna know that you've seen
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.
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.
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.
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
Man cock that shit...
Yo man, this nigga Cassidy frontin (Yo Cock this tho man),
Oh that nigga think he sweet (Yo pass that mac man)
Yo not for nothin, that video shit and all that...
Fuck that, (yo when I'm a hit that nigga all up in... I hate that nigga)
Where My niggaz at, Huh
Cock that Yo
Squeeze them triggas back,
Huh, Pop that yo,
If I gotta, I'm a Pop a nigga
Lay a nigga down,
I ain't playin, I'll spray a nigga,
Lay a nigga down!
Niggaz ain't ready to die, They ready to tell,
That's why my squad ready to ride and ready for jail,
They'll give you every in the shell in the K,
A couple rounds from the pipe'll make it sound like Independence Day!
And I could talk that gun shit, Cause I done shit,
My nick name should be Diarea How I run shit,
And I done seen niggaz guns spit over dumb shit,
I got a young bitch named Nina that You could Tongue Kiss!
When It come to this gun shit I'm the man son,
Niggaz gon show me respect cause I demand some,
I play with bullets bout as big as my damn thumb,
And I'll spit the A R Hand Gun till my hand numb,
I ain't a hypocrite who spit shit He never did,
I'm a speak the truth whether positive or negative,
Don't get me wrong, I put songs that was conscious out,
But I'll still Grab the Thompson and Blow Ya Conscience out!
My flow so raw, I thought about baggin it up,
Every word like a Bird, I'm jus addin it up,
But with the burner I'll Burn ya like bag in the dutch,
I'll jus, blast at ya gut, Light ya Abdomen up, Yup,
But I ain't the same Cass from the past,
I be tryna chill but I'll still blast at ya ass,
I got cash in the stash, and Money In the bank ya'll,
Hatin on me makin me rich, I wanna thank ya'll!
I'll leave the biscuit on my hip and jus shank ya'll,
Onli thing you niggaz ever shot was a paintball, or a cap gun,
You could get your hat spun,
You gotta known I clap my gun, Man, You ain't that dumb!
Back when I was young, no bull, I pulled triggas back,
I be in the hood cause I'm good where my niggaz at,
I'm the general, I'll let my military get you,
With the military pistols, that's military issued!
I got alota gats,
And I just fought a homocide and I ain't make 1 statement,
You Know I'm Not a rat,
So what You gotta gat,
When it start poppin off,
You'll probly shoot your fuckin self tryna pop it off,
You ain't got the balls, You soft like cotton balls,
You just think You hard cause the pills and the Alcohol,
But dawg you ain't hard as you say you is,
You needa tell your fans how soft and gay you is,
S H A, No matter what K It is,
I'm a still keep poppin and bodies'll keep droppin,
But I don't wanna hafta injure nobody,
Grip the pipe, Or stick the knife into somebody,
And I don't walk around now pretendin I'm Gotti,
But I'll still clap the mac 10 at somebody, Uh,
I Took my life and put it all into rap,
Cassidy:
Seriously no one can compare to me
Niggas scared of me
I'm still I'll I'm gon need therapy cuz lyrically ima...
And I'm hot it's not a conspiracy
My bars sick I could star in a horror flick ima...
And all my bars hard as shit
I spit crack, if you hear me rap it's gonna be hard to quit
Ima hustla aint no drug hard to flip
But in the hood they drugs hard to get, my strip got that...
You a target you aint hard to hit
I'll get you smoked like a jar of piff, my clip full of...
And the Ferrari I can hardly fit
I'm in a truck that's Ferrari quick, that bitch is a...
Spend more dollars get more horsepower
I stay with the haze but I got the kush and some more sour
Comin in a couple more hours, why not?
I buy dutches by the 55 box, ima...
And you could always come to my block
We always open like IHOP, we trap like...
And I don't think these guys hot
They can't look me in the eyes like cyclops
That's why they not
And your john is on my jock
I got her panties wet you can't find a dry spot
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 ate I'm like Dahmer 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
Yeah
Cassidy, yeah
Uh, I'm out here on the grind
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
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
Man I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
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
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
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
Man I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
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
Yea, hehe. Don Quan
A vision of God's Son Nas. That nigga Cass rules. Whattup baby
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
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*
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
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
(feat. Fabolous, Lil Wayne)
[Cassidy speaks in the beginning and between each verse]
[Cassidy]
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
and we about to shut the industry down
Aiyyo Wheezy let's get it poppin!
[Lil Wayne]
Hit me!
Fuck that shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide
I've come to take outside, nah do it right here
Hop out later owning on everybody's home that you fuckin with
Wheezy F baby, please say the baby
Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady
Triple gold these vogue tyres on the whip
Young Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whip
Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil
The pot or kettle, uh
The metal let 'em burn like Ursha but worse, uh
If there's any beef I come Ron like Mercuh(Mercer)
Word up, eagle street I'm throwing my curve up
We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbert
I got flow I'm like "Sure" but, if it's about dough I'm like "Sure 'nuff"
I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you niggaz bird lunch
I see your lips moving but I ain't heard much
You see the wrist moving, it look like pure punch
I hear the playa hating but I don't endure such
I got the Escalade, guts like the tour bus
I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup
And in the tires little package is gone
Might I spend a good deal with these Firestones
I spit like Myer's bones, born in chromers
For the buyers chromosomes I got summers
I got vicadens, valiums I ain't stopping
Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin
And that's how we rocking
How can you hear that bop unless I'm be-bopping
Yeah skip when you hear that click
Cash money nigga I'm that shit
Weezy Baby, ugh!
[Cassidy]
That's what I'm talking about
Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know why they ain't fuckin with you
[Fabolous]
Your goddamn right I'm feeling myself
A chauffeur no sir, I'm wheeling myself
Looking for a chick chilling for self
So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killing herself
I'm having problems dealing with wealth
But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a million yourself
You niggaz must've got a deal for your health
Your cd is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf
I spend big, at any time I can start splurging
The twin cigs open chests like a heart surgeon
And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook
But I keep a stack thick as few college books
I got a new polished look
And twenty dime bitches, to show y'all niggaz how my two dollars look
The boy's got at least six digits on
So the guns gotta be at least midget long
The money, is like ten bridges long
I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on
I got some good smoke just for puffers
The two grand twenty's make the hustlers suffer
Plus it's fluffer, than a cotton ball
I've gotten calls wanting me to put the pot in malls
But nowadays you can't put it past 'em
I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm bout to throw some bullets past 'em
And the niggaz in the hood keep quoting my lines
I don't jump ship I keep floating in mine
Long as I keep toting I'm fine
I'mma have these dick sucking niggaz deep-throating the nine
I jumped in the England ship, Benzed whip
It's Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip
I'm reading scripts no, not the penmanship (no)
The box-office shit (yeah), I box off this bitch (yeah)
Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst
And still make a mil' off the first of months
These dudes be the first to front
'Til they family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front
I'm in the top position, I can make you a proposition
I'm in the hard top waiting on the drop edition
To hell with the patience
I'mma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations
[Cassidy]
Yeah it is what it is, my niggaz just killed y'all and I'mma close the casket
I'm tryin not to let this industry get the best of me y'all
I work hard for the game, the game's stressing me y'all
All they do is complain what they expect from me y'all
From the hood to Hollywood they respecting me y'all
And even overseas they accepting me y'all
All the ladies show me love, the thugs repping me y'all
I get a lot of dirty money so expect fall
But I'm saving all my checks, I'm investing 'em all
They say, what goes up is gon' definitely fall
Even the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all
Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe y'all
You can't name another cat that can mess with me y'all
At the shows all the hoes be molesting me y'all
I got broads crying trying to get next to me y'all
I got broads craving begging to have sex with me y'all
Screaming, "Cash you don't know how sexy you are!"
And I'm happy I'm alive, God's blessing me y'all
And all the problems that arrive is God testing me y'all
So I pray everyday but I ain't praying too much
Cause I be sinning everyday so I ain't praying enough
And we all could be beat, and I ain't saying I'm tough
But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up"
If it's beef when we meet then I'm spaying shit up
Prraat prraat.I ain't saying too much and that's that
Cause that cat you embracing with love
Might clap that gat cause he got hate in his blood
Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close
Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most
Some cats'll hang themselves if you give 'em a rope
Burn the bridge and don't give a boat, let 'em sink
Sometimes you gotta give 'em some some time to let 'em think
But sometimes you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink
You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink
I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink
As soon as your eyes shut, them niggaz will ride up
And the guys that you trusted be getting you tied up
And we all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave
That's why even if it's petty I'll be ready to squeeze
But put a cheddar in cheese, guac-a-moola
I pop the ruger, send that hot shit through ya!
Like booya! That's the sound when the pound busting
Ooh, ah, you'll be laying on the ground suffering
Clown its nothing to pull out and blast you
I try to only resort to violence if I have to
But man niggaz out here are playing fair
So before the odds are even I'm leaving them laying there
And I ain't even playing believe what I'm saying here
Cause before this shit gets further your click gets murdered
And found in a hole in the grass
For trying to play that thug role I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass
And this Cass, nigga I'm that sick
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
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" -
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
See I got my mind right, I'm a stay on the grind
I'm a put my work in
Get in where I fit in (Cause I hustle!)
Seven days of the week (I hustle!)
Just to stay on my feet
To all my single parent mothers just tryna survive
Doing what you gotta do, working nine to five (Cause you hustle!)
Gotta put food on the table (You hustle!)
Gotta keep the family strong
See I rhyme for the money, but I twenties and dimes
I got my mind on my money, for the money I grind (Cuz you hustle!)
I'm just tryna feed my seed (You hustle!)
Cause my mom need the cheese
This for my niggaz on the struggle that's tryna survive
That's ex-cons so they can't get a nine to five (Cuz we hustle!)
Hit the block, do what you do (We hustle!)
Cause other niggaz doin' it too, (yeah!)
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - Jay-Z)
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
I stay with the trey-pound, I ain't playin' around
I got my gat at all times, that's the bottom line (Cause you hustle!)
Yeah, 'til I lie in the grave (Cause you hustle!)
Yeah, and I'm a try to get paid
This for my niggaz in the street
That play with the heat
It's Cassidy and M.J. on this Swizz beat (Cause we hustle!)
12 months of the year (We hustle!) It ain't a bunch of frontin' in here (yeah!)
Gotta hold my man down
We ain't playin' around
Got his back at all times
That's the bottom line (Cause we hustle!)
'Til the day we die (We hustle!)
To keep our love alive, to my fam' in the streets
We bringing the heat, Cassidy and Mary J. on the Swizz beat (Cause we hustle!)
7 days a week (we hustle!)
Just to stay on our feet (yeah!)
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - Jay-Z)
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
Check it, you can fear or respect it
I wanna thank HOV for clearin the record (aight)
If you don't like this song right here, then your ears infected
You need to get your hearing corrected
Stones clear in the necklace, I wear so much plat on my neck
It put bruises on the back of my neck, that's why cats is upset
But I told you I'ma shine when its time to
I put too much time and I been rhymin since nine too
I knew "I'm a Hustla" was a hit
Cause everything I ever got I had to hustle to get
Ain't nobody give me nothing for free
But I'd probably be dead or in jail if it wasn't for T
Gettin booked is a bitch and catchin a slug, scary
I need to feed my seed, thanks for the love Mary
But seein me without the grams on the grind
Is like seein' Wesley Snipes in the tanning salon
I'm... the Hustla (the Hustla...) (yeah)
Do that dance, do that dance
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
Do that dance, do that dance
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
Do that dance, do that dance
It ain't a bunch of frontin' in here (yeah)
Gotta hold my man down
We ain't playin around
Got his back at all
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
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
![Jon Qwest ft. Ruan G - Burn It (Official Music Video) [HQ]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140607071850im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/EJr6TPfYwGw/0.jpg "Jon Qwest ft. Ruan G - Burn It (Official Music Video) [HQ]")
