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5002-0 lyrics - Cassidy

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Bul, before I dim your lights and end your life attempting to fend your life

It's punches when I write like the paper and pen was in a fight

All I do is win in life, I got to rub it in like shampoo

You not gon' do good in here, you wasn't conditioned right

Listen, I played my position right, I'm from the slum

I brought his daughter up 'cause y'all thought this bul was tough

Yeah I brought her up 'cause this bul nut, I ain't come for fun

It's two reasons why I don't give a fuck, so listen up

I brought a gun, the strap on my waist not a cummberbund

I'll pull it out and wet shit up if I'm pissed, that's number one

You was young and dumb, as a younging, I wasn't dumb as you

If you move, bow, I'm with the shit, that's number two

Assholes get bullets or stab holes, I brung a crew

Ahead to make you fall off track like hoes bundles do

You Da Animal, is you from the jungle or from the zoo?

The gun I brung for you make your guts fly, stomach flu

I could rap and can rumble too, who think this guy a factor?

I flame and [?] gassed up, it's a fucking fire hazard

I was born with the name, BARS, I'ma die a rapper

I buy tobacco and light up loud, firecracker

The dro I smoke, it cause scoliosis

It got me twisted, prescription will straight backs, I'm a chiropractor

The feds got me fed up, fuck the wire tappers

I'm the guy that rather live life angry than die in laughter

If you the guy I'm after, of course, I'ma spark the shot

Get caught in the parking lot, leave a corpse in your parking spot

Pop! Dog, you're not in my pedigree, you're obsessed with me

Ever since you net with me, you could stop sweating me

You definitely cannot mess with me and I'm so convinced

You never raced in a Wraith, you never drove a Benz

Fuck all the dough you spent, yo, against Conceited, you was sweaty

How you bought Burberry but no deodorant?

And how you got them so convinced using gun bars

With a juvy gun charge, no homicides and no attempts?

You never had to fight a case and build no defense

Facing doing life upstage and you still showed your strength

It's so intense, they're recommending a deal

'Cause they got witness, codefendants is beginning to squeal

You rather snitch, I rather win on appeal

Your parents knew they had a bitch before your birth the first gender reveal

I still don't know how being feminine feel, I grew up different

Went from CO's to PO's holding the cup, pissing

My life a movie, I'm cut different, director's edit

Act up, I'll shoot and make a scene, no director's credit

It's extra hectic you're locked in jail 'til you're out of jail

I was stressed the second I got to jail when they locked the cell

You never got the cell powder smell and gun powder smell

Plus you're washed up, it's a clean body, shower gel

I could smell you ain't got the "fresh out the shower" smell

You got that "been in the gym for a couple hours" smell

I got that "OG kush mixed with the sour" smell

The smoke in your building been bush since when the Towers fell

My buddy got shot, on top of his grave, flowers fell

Buddy in the box and he can't tell how the flowers smell

But I could that you cats pretending

You ain't got a pistol with you, I'll pistolwhip you 'til the ratchet bending

Cats act like they're actually winning but actually women

This verse nuts and this jerk suck, happy ending

If we scrap, I'm winning, a nigga could box

But you know how I roll, ratchet when the triggers will pop

You ever heard a bitch nigga get shot

And the way that man yell, you can't tell if it's a nigga or not?

These snakes cold-blooded even if the temperature hot

So keep the heat before they make your body temperature drop

They got time, they're taking risks like a Switzerland watch

Sticking sweet niggas up, fuck an insulin shot

You're diabetic? What symptoms you got?

'Cause the guys that make sure you die will be these niggas sent to your spot

If I spend a couple bands, you'll get instantly rocked

They buy drums and play with sticks but they don't instrument shop

If I don't know what type intentions you got, I can't trust you

Ask Smack, a punch you want, a backhand or the damn knuckles

I hand-to-hand hustle, push weight from the damn muscle

Rubberband man, on that type tip, 'cause I can't struggle

I had yayo to grind, now I own a clothing line

If I could sell a ki, I could see a tee, I grand hustle

My fam hustle, we got lawyers, fuck it

I keep two tiny ratchets I name Monica and LeToya Luckett

The boys I fuck with will grip the toast

And if they're ever in the bing, they'll never sing, but on a different note

They'll get you smoked like the weed man

They'll start to spray out the blue and you'll get aired like the Febreeze can

You need bands 'cause all the stuff in the mall cost

I need land, I want to know how much the whole mall cost

Bitch, you ain't gon' do shit but tip the law off

Snitch call the law, then erase the shit out your car alarm

But forget the law, dog

This shit on my waist will still ring even if I switch my income and calls off

Charles, I knew you failed, nigga

You talk your shit, but when you start to spit, I smell a doodoo smell, nigga

I heard when you was Nunu Nellz nigga

She sticked a finger in your butt, your doodoo under Nunu nails, nigga

And you could tell niggas try to fake it to win

Hydro got my eyes low, no relation to Jin

You straight thug when you're tasting your Hen

But a fake thug can taste blood, take slugs and never taste shit again

You make too many mistakes with the pen

You suffocate him 'til he die [?] suffocated again

Beasley told me that he need me on the stages again

To demonstrate how the [?] niggas' faces again

If you're a star, it's hard making a friend

You shine, they look up in the galaxy to see the type of space that you're in

They lied and said I had relations with men

Nah, I'm the guy that criticize the feminization of men

They're spreading false information again, hating again

Making shit up to discredit my reputation again

Niggas claim to be homophobic but then believe the story when a homo told it

This an easy case to defend

Man, a tran got to fake it to win

I've been straight like 6 o'clock, we're not gon' have this conversation again

I'm rapped out, I doubt he know the situation he in

He gon' rest in peace, get a wake but never wake up again

I couldn't wait to see his face in the end

I just smoked Goodz, I'm 'bout to smoke a wood, celebrating my win

And I'll shoot your building up, Fortnite

Front get lit up right from the door [?] porch light

You owe child support, right? Why you looked bothered?

Let me find out my son, Goodz, is not a good father

Goodz, I should rob you, what type of man is you? I don't sleep

I go OD, no Z's 'cause I'm an animal

I'm good with the hammer too, Goodz, fall in line

'Fore the baldies and the nine be the next thing that cross your mind

'Cause you crossed the like trying to frame Cass

I need apologies and get rocked with a bald head, Dame Dash

I'm quick to bust but never came fast

I'm fly, but they're praying on my downfall, airplane crash

Your lame ass don't want the business, man

You just run your mouth, but bitch, if the gun was out, you would've been to ran

I'll grab the mag, once it's in the hand

I'll gun butt his mouth, y'all saw him biting ass on his Instagram

You been a fan, me and you the new Em and Stan

You was playing 2K in my van, remember, man?

I've been the man

All the money I made off trees, all the green I was stashing a box of Timberlands

I send my boo, OT, you see the vision, man

I get a tan, on my toes still, I got a business plan

You lift the can and hold steel, better hold the steel like my dentist hand

You don't know the drill, switch your dental plan

I ain't finished, man, I could slap and punch or clap a bunch of toasters

Or I could poke you more than get in acupuncture

I never had a jumper, but I'll shoot the tre

And I'm a great shot, you'll get a face shot if you don't move away

I'll spot your truck, red dot your truck, let the cuatro bust

And leave hella shells in your whip like it's a taco truck

I made your stock go up, little nigga

I ought to make your daughter mother swallow her brothers and little sisters

I call you a little nigga

'Cause when I look in your eyes, I could see a whole lot of bitch and a little nigga

So little nigga, just admit it, I'm dope, bitch, I'm the goat

And they heard the corny shit that you wrote

This just a couple more bars so you can know

You got killed, I'm 5002 and 0

All Alone lyrics - Cassidy

I got family friends and my family friends

So many people in my life

Everybody around seem like they holding me down

So many people in my life

Ah, ah, so many people in my life, ah, ah

But I'm on my own, I still feel all alone

Alone, alone, alone

I still feel all alone, alone, alone

But I still feel all alone, alone, alone

But I still feel all alone, alone, alone

But I still feel all alone

Life tough, but when you tough it's hard to tell it is

All the hustlers that made hela bread in jail or dead

You can't afford to pay your mortgage, the gon sell your crib

If I'm a failure then what the hell I'ma tell my kids

I gotta a lot of friends and hela relatives

But if the bill collector call my phone, then I'm all alone

I got people I could call for loans

But I ain't got enough to pay them back

Plus they make you pay a tax

I bought a bentley cash but had to trade it back

Took the cash, flipped it and spent it soon as I made it back

I came back around, snatched the crown and gave it back

Cause cats praise royalty, but ain't got no loyalty

(Alone, alone, alone

I still feel all alone, alone, alone...)

I'm on my own, I'm on my own

It's so many people around me,

I'm on my own, I'm on my own

It's so many people around me,

Anywhere, everywhere

It's so many people around me,

But I feel I'm on my own

Yeah, I still feel all alone

It's just me, myself and I

Cause only god can help you live

Everybody else help you die

The truth hurts so it helps to lie

But to tell the truth, I'd shoot somebody else to keep myself alive

If you ask me who the best, I'ma say myself

But I stay to myself and let everybody else decide

I'm who they runnin from, cats that come from

Where I come from, don't even understand where I'm comin from

Chickens be kissing my head, know where I'm coming from

I make a whore eat more meat than a number one

Then answer my phone like where you get my number from

I know you had fun and all that, but don't call back, one

(Alone, alone, alone

I still feel all alone, alone, alone...)

I'm on my own, I'm on my own

It's so many people around me,

I'm on my own, I'm on my own

It's so many people around me,

Anywhere, everywhere

It's so many people around me,

But I feel I'm on my own

Yeah, I still feel all alone

If you tryina get cash, tryina get on

Out there on the grind and you feel like you all alone

If you tryina get money, tryina get wealth

Tryina do it big, but you feel like you by yourself

If you tryina get paper, tryina get change

If you tryina ball but can never get in the game

If you tryina get chicken, tryina get cheese

It's hard to separate your friends and your enemies

If you tryina get dollars, tryina get gwap

Tryina get the mill, but feel like your click not

If you tryina get cake

If you tryina get paid,

Do it by yourself cause it's fedy to get me

I'm tryina get dough, not tryina get to jail

I do it dolo so nobody can tell

A lot of people around me, a lot of people calling my phone

But I still feel all alone, for real

(Alone, alone, alone

I still feel all alone, alone, alone...)

I'm on my own, I'm on my own

It's so many people around me,

Anywhere, everywhere...

It's so many people around me,

But I feel I'm on my own

Yeah, I still feel all alone...

Another One I Like lyrics - Cassidy

I get a whip then see another one I like

I get a bad bitch then see another one I like

I get a outfit then see another one I like

So you know I gotta go and get the other one I like

Get the other one I like, other other one I like

Get the other one I like, other other one I like

It’s like I got everything I wanted in my life

But when I get what I want I see another one I like

As a youngin', I would agonize

Get sad and cry, when I realized what I wanted I will have to buy

Cause I ain't even had a job

So you know I felt mad, The Prob – I was never satisfied

I wouldn't say that I was ungrateful

I had food on the table but my income was unstable

Now I'm a grown man

Some people say that if they could have mine they would cut off they own hand (Damn)

Cause I had the first platinum ringtone man

And you ain’t got enough bars, switch your phone plan

I understand when they say that you gotta play the card you was dealt, but I'd rather deal my own hand

I be stressin' a lot, instead of investin' in gwop

I went shoppin' with every cheque that I got

I'm thankful for the success that I got

But you could never have enough no matter you successful or not

I get a whip then see another one I like

I get a bad bitch then see another one I like

I get a outfit then see another one I like

So you know I gotta go and get the other one I like

Get the other one I like, other other one I like

Get the other one I like, other other one I like

It’s like I got everything I wanted in my life

But when I get what I want I see another one I like

I'm tryin' to get rich, nigga

Look, I don't think you see the big picture

Even Bill Gates tryna get richer

The quickest runner tryna get quicker

Thick chicks tryna get thinner

Thinner chicks tryna get thicker

Why do pretty chicks Photoshop Twit pictures?

And niggas take pills tryna make they dick bigger

Cause everybody tryna make improvements

I'm the best ever, still tryna get better at making music

And that'll never switch

Everybody strike out but I'mma never quit

I’m swingin' that every pitch

We live in poverty

That’s why niggas play the lottery

Knowing that they probably will never hit

That shit robbery

See the economy ain’t for you, it's made to destroy you psychologically

That's why people want more than they could possibly deal with

But on some real shit that's how I gotta be

I get a whip then see another one I like

I get a bad bitch then see another one I like

I get a outfit then see another one I like

So you know I gotta go and get the other one I like

Get the other one I like, other other one I like

Get the other one I like, other other one I like

It’s like I got everything I wanted in my life

But when I get what I want I see another one I like

I moved out my mom crib, I had to get a host

‘Cause soon as I moved I was tryna buy a bigger house

I stay low key

But if the pigs knew all the things I did they would never let me go free

I’m an OG, in '01 I bought a '02 but in '02 I wanted a '03

You know me, I’m tryna make some more cream

Cause in a couple months I won the 24 Team

I get a whip then see another one I like

I get a bad bitch then see another one I like

I get a outfit then see another one I like

So you know I gotta go and get the other one I like

Get the other one I like, other other one I like

Get the other one I like, other other one I like

It’s like I got everything I wanted in my life

But when I get what I want I see another one I like

That's real talk man

No matter what you get in life you gon' always want more

I mean the brokest niggas wanna get rich

And the richest niggas wanna get even richer

You could never be satisfied

Not that you ungrateful but you always tryna get more

You always tryna strive for more

So no matter what condition you in, you gotta learn to live with yourself and be comfortable with life

Or else you will never be satisfied no matter what level you reach

And that's why I put this song together man

No matter what you ever get in life, you always gon' need some more

So the grind never stop, you gotta keep hustlin' man

You gotta stay on yo motherfuckin' job

Yea, real rap

I get a whip then see another one I like

I get a bad bitch then see another one I like

I get a outfit then see another one I like

So you know I gotta go and get the other one I like

Get the other one I like, other other one I like

Get the other one I like, other other one I like

It’s like I got everything I wanted in my life

But when I get what I want I see another one I like

Barbarian lyrics - Cassidy

I'm what you call a veteran

Y'all should call it off cuz all of y'all I'm better than

My flow dope, all my bars is heroin

And my tongue crack, the buls a barbarian

I'm undefeated, I'm getting better with every win

A loser just something I've never been

I've got a cemetery to get y'all buried in

Tombstone rap, the buls a barbarian

Is you strapped cuz I carry two gats, they brother and sister

I call the sister Missy, I call her brother Mister

Got another sister, I call her Ms. Niny

Cuz brother Smith and Wesson spitting [?]

They kind of nice but Mister meaner

I fuck with Missy cuz Mister meaner better than her sister Nina

Last time niggas seen her, she got trained by

A gang full of shooters with bar hands and a bitches [?]

But they ain't silence her, all they did was pop her

Wipe her off then threw her in the back of the challenger

They cousin Tech said "Let's go dance"

He heard drums and started jamming, Techno dance

Man I'm the only human in my house, but missy and mister

Is having a family reunion in my house

I'm about to go ham in this verse

But I had to talk about that family first cuz family first

I can get your whole family murked, or call my Haitian bitch

That do voodoo and get your whole family cursed

I'm crazy with this shit, that crazy shit that I spit

Proves you can't get this sick without losing your sanity first

I don't need the chance to rehearse, cuz no flow tighter

And no ghostwriter never hand me a verse

I got this shit that work for me, I pay with xanies and percs

Fill a pocketbook with coke and put the can in her purse

Before the binge you might got to buy the camry first

Baby I been the shiz since I was pampered at birth

Dog I'm a boss cuz I put my hammer to work

To stop the blood a baby pamper will work

I'm on a strip with a baby bottle, diaper bag full of crazy pit

And the baby doll wrapped in a blanket I babysit

You a real tough talker but softer than baby shit

If I'm not your favorite rapper, you must be on Shady dick

Or maybe Kiss but big jif you got eyes

You can see I'm top 5

So fuck them niggas that made the list

Why you bitches getting paid to strip

I was in China eating chinese food with these twin Asian chicks

They gave me pics, caption "Black cocks matter"

Cuz after I gave 'em dick they think they ass got fatter

That was crack (that's a hot rap)

That's a fact, matter fact, nowadays the facts do not matter

We all got bladders, but I get pissed off quick

I cop up getting boxed up

The grower on my call list, I get that shit Fed-Ex

You like a fed-ex, you was fucking with the FBI

Snitch, lift they right hand and testify

They extra [?] they say time got 'em petrified

They scared, I don't fear nothing except for God

So if I come around tuck your chain, make your necklace hide

I wouldn't care if you left us bye

Or a bullet hole make you take your last breath

Hold your breath and die

Breath ease these bars will have you punch drunk

Play this record and drive, get pulled over and breathalyze

Yo my whole team I personally train

And I be giving work out everyday

You trying to exercise?

Cuz when you get your health up, you get your wealth up

Before you can help somebody else, help yourself up

Parents stopped beating they kids, they put the belts up

We used to get beat until we welped up

And it helped us

On any night I perform like Mike

I got that Tyson, Jordan, Jackson and Phelps touch

Yup, them niggas died they should of been in [?]

You beefing with any of them guys is genocide

I put my faith into God, cuz he bless me with a gift

And what was in the prize was an enterprise

I got a Jesus piece from my jeweler, then sent it to Medusa

And told that bitch "Look that man in his eyes"

Nah my rocks not costume but they bright

Like a bunch of stars that's in the sky was in disguise

Hotel drop I hopped on the women's side

Hustla was a hit cuz the husters identified

2 Step had 'em drink a Patron, put the Henn aside

My pen provide me proof I was sent from God

I ain't mad at the fact that you gay and you into guys

I'm mad that somebody writing 'em raps that you memorize

I've been deprived, I see an island ima buy soon

Cuz I had 'em tuned in before iTunes

Off my shrooms, you can plan a trip to Mars

I'm high off the moon, I'm really dancing with the stars

I'm from another planet with the bars

After this verse I might have to get researched by NASA

These rappers an example of what goofy is

Nowadays these rappers more groupied out than the groupies is

Cuz first all he had was his man with him

And then he drop a hot song and every rapper want a gram with him

Nigga I couldn't picture that, with a filter on

He the cash cow, they trying to squeeze til the milk is gone

Money I like to keep y'all niggas might be sleep

Well say goodnight to this beat, cuz I just killed this song

I'm what you call a veteran

Y'all should call it off cuz all of y'all I'm better than

My flow dope, all my bars is heroin

And my tongue crack, the buls a barbarian

I'm undefeated, I'm getting better with every win

A loser just something I've never been

I've got a cemetery to get y'all buried in

Tombstone rap, the buls a barbarian

Control (Freestyle) lyrics - Cassidy

The same thing that make you laugh, you gon' cry from

Laugh now, cry later but your time will come

And if you live by the gun, you could die from one

Even the deer can run the jungle till the lion come

If you make a living off the shit that niggas dying from

You gon' get guap until the cops with the sirens come

Now you gotta tell on the nigga that you're buying from

Or sit in prison for wild time for buying 'some

I speak the truth these other nigga got lying tongue

So if there's level to this shit, I'm on the highest one

I know you guys gon' try climb the ladder

But if you sit in jail or you die, don't even matter

Cats will back stab you just to make their pockets fatter

That's why they're pissing me off, I got a bad bladder

A rapper not a character that blabber a bunch of words that rhyme

But don't make sense most of the time

And most of the lines that they rhyme is mostly designed

For dudes that's stupid not using most of their minds

Most crimes that's committed is by a cat

That listen to a rapper spitting shit that's fictitious and try to mimic

Don't imitate a nigga that been a fake, he a gimmick

They should put me in a Guinness, most punchlines, invented

And if I diss a cat in a rap, that nigga finished

I got in it to give niggas the business, not for the business

I'm highly recommended but this shit is not exciting me

You wear tight clothes, but you're flows ain't tight to me

I know you trying, man, to find a man as nice as me

But a blind man like "damn that would've been a sight to see"

No one can stop me, I'm cocky and got the right to be

Ey, they shoulda never gave a mic to me

You would think BIG, Big Pun and Big L ghostwrite for me

And I could box, you do not want to pick a fight with me

I'm not in the best shape like I would like to be

But I exercise every time I lift my pipe to pee

I know you would like me see battle whoever

But that's like getting Mayweather to go and fight for free

That's not happening, I would rather stop rapping

I flipped crack now I spit crack, I ain't stopped trapping

I rather get my money upfront than on the backend

My bars been crazy, I'm Slim Shady with black skin

I got the battling belt

The hardest battle I done ever been in is when I battled myself

I hold weight so don't make a giant battle with elf

For real, I'm tryna chill I gotta battle for health, I'm ill

And I feel like nephew a homosexual

Even if your flow is sick, I disinfect you

I'm special, if you're plugged in I disconnect you

I'm not gon' let you get disrespectful, I'm gon' 'dress you

I'm a mogul I don't care if I know you or never met you

I suggest you don't come at me wrong or I'm gon' correct you

I hope you don't think that security gon' protect you

Cause when them goons come in the room the done been left you

I bet you when me and them cats come them cats run, we ruthless

My niggas gets stupid if cats act dumb

You a lame, you putting my name in a rap, son

Is like putting a silencer on a cap gun

And why go and buy a chain when I can snatch one

To get you jammed, niggas like ''damn, where'd you get that from?''

I jack son like Mahalia, I'm trying to tell ya I'll F you up

Don't let 'em set you up for a failure

I'm a hustler, but I don't touch drug paraphernalia

I just did a tour in Dubai and Australia

The boy the best, I'm the greatest ever more or less

I'm just trying to figure out who the fuck I'mma slaugther next

I got my weight up, you better show some more respect

Before you pussies get ate up like oral sex

My bars crack, niggas trying to bring the bars back

But their bars wack, I'm like ''where the fuck is their bars at?''

I'm tired of hearing all them jewelry and car raps

The ''making it rain'' and ''buying out the bar'' raps

I got hype when I heard that Kendrick Lamar rap

I'm in the booth thinking construction boots and a hard hat

I bring it back to life, these cats ain't acting right

These cats all rap alike, I never heard a rap I like

I snatch the mic, I'm a veteran, you a rookie

You a dickhead, but you a pussy

A hermaphrodite

Cass the type that'll send you to the afterlife

Bring you back to life and kill you again with the raps I write

Yeah, I used to play the corner like a traffic light

But I stopped trapping white so I could live the rapper life

But a rapper life ain't all it's cracked up to be

Ain't no rappers tough as me, that's why they don't fuck with me

They could label this a diss when the song drop

Cause I'm better than your favorite rapper by a longshot

You gon' have to bring the song back when the song stop

And rewind all the punchlines that this song got

I paint pictures, no Photoshop

I'm not the king of New York, but the king of New York know I'm hot

And no I'm not trying to be the king of Philly

But I've been holding down my city, just ask Gilly - really

If any of you niggas act silly, I'll be happy to compete

You see what happened to Meek

I'm not rapping, nigga, to get back in the beef

I'm just rapping to be competitive, I do shit niggas never did

Yeah, this hip hop getting recorded

So if you a fan of hip hop you gotta support it

Cause it's shortage of rappers rapping like they supposed to rhyme

And you will never find a rapper rapping rhymes as dope as mine

Yeah, I'm the dopest nigga out, most focused nigga out

I spit coca out my mouth

And the streets need coca, it's a drought

The fans going through withdrawal, they need some sick bars

I got it jumping like Kriss Kross

When they was wearing all their clothes backwards

I expose rappers

Yeah, I'm in my hip hop bag

Making every cat that say they hip hop glad

Yeah, and my wife like ''that shit hot, Cass''

And she got a K Michelle Love & Hip Hop ass

Yeah, every cat that's not hip hop trash

And I'm ill, fish scale right out the ziplock bag

Nobody better, I do whatever I wanna do

And since you're scared to come at me I'mma come at you

What the fuck is the game coming to?

Kendrick couldn't shine on me on a song if he wanted to

Cause I spit that shit, nigga, number two

And I'm coming through to make it hot before the summer through

It's All About Hip Hop (Da 4 Elements) lyrics - Cassidy

Uh, yeah

Uh

It's all about hip hop (hip hop)

Hip hop (hip hop)

It's all about hip hop (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop)

Hip hop

Hip hop a culture that most people wanna be in

Middle-eastern, Asian, African, European

I'm a bul that's intelligent but know the four elements:

DJ'in, dance, graffiti and MC'in'

But I been seein' a lot of people that's uninformed

And need to be enlightened like a thunderstorm

'Cause hip hop brung a storm and they changed shit

First song they came with was Sugarhill Gang shit

They got the game lit, but that group had a ghostwriter back then

And nowadays it's the same shit

"A hip hop, a hippie to the hippie the..."

Movie, cinema, y'all can remember the

Song, it was ten minutes long when they spit atcha

But bars is my signature, let's break down the literature

It was unique on-beat to hear cats rhyme

It was cool to use one syllable at that time

Throwback rhyme: "Yo, I'm not sweet

And if a sucka cross me, he'll be six feet"

Peep: sweet, feet, one syllable

Spit that shit now, and that shit sound pitiful

'Cause in the early 80s in some riddles I heard

The best rappers started rhymin' two-syllable words

Like, "I'm the King of Rock

There is none higher

Sucker MCs should call me sire"

Higher, sire... see? I'm not a liar

Ain't that two syllables? I'm tryna paint a visual

In Adidas attire, they were spittin' fire

For you to be original - what the fans required

The lyricists the only niggas I admire

Hearin' dope lines the only time I get inspired

And the subject that I'm addressin' is a blessin'

I spit scripture, these niggas singin' to the choir

And prior to niggas' desire to wanna be wack

I tried to hold it down and they tried to hold me back

We strapped

All the guns foreign that we pack

We clap the stick, it be barkin' like tree sap

I felt like a gangsta when I heard Ice-T rap

Hearin' Rakim and G Rap what made me rap

I felt happy to be black when Chuck D rap

Hearin' Lord Finesse punchlines what made me snap

Kid 'n Play, they made movies, I got to see that

Fresh Prince had a sitcom, that's TV rap

The Fat Boys, Chubb Rock, and that Heavy D cat

Was the first dudes that made it cool to be fat!

Melle Mel was the first to talk street rap

And Kool Moe Dee had bars, he used to eat cats

KRS was the One who used to teach cats

Kane's name was verified, but he couldn't tweet that

The Geto Boys showed us how niggas in the street act

Tribe Called Quest had a different wave, unique rap

Each rap I heard from Slick Rick was slick shit

Kriss Kross showed me that young niggas could get rich

LL showed me that you could rap and get chicks

And Pac showed me that anybody could get this

Roxanne Shante, Salt-N-Pepa, MC Lyte and Queen Latifah

Just a list of sick chicks

But shit switched, now it's a bunch of dipshits

That don't know their history, so it's not a mystery

That some critics be dissin' me, but first do your research

Or your opinion don't mean shit to me

Yo, realistically?

2 Live Crew went to court and fought so that artists can talk explicitly

And all this was before '96, 'cause around that time

I started seein' shit differently

'Cause all the artists started [?] quickly

But I didn't think that they could think quick as me (naw)

So that was 'round the time I picked the pen up

And ever since then a nigga been up

I'm a star

Since I'm in love with hip hop, I got my chin up

'Cause ain't no tellin' where I'm gon' end up

It's time for bars

Hip hop (hip hop)

Hip hop (hip hop)

It's all about hip hop (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop)

Hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop

Perjury lyrics - Cassidy (Tory Lanez Diss)

Bars is back

These niggas out here still stealing my bars committing perjury and all of that

These niggas gotta be hommid

I'm about to show them how you really suppose to carry

I got more heat than that Canadian bacon

My niggas clap drums have guns that's arrib shaking

That got kick like a feel good

MY team will roll

In the field throwing bullets like gravy and pink

You start to shine niggas is shady waiting to put your lights out

So pray you got a place to stay up in christ house

I stay iced out never been to the white house

For seeing presidents from a house I was selling white out

And what I write about make my bars hard to bite

Bars keeping still you keep stealing all the bars you write

Fuck all the hype you been a bitch all your life

But to shoot a chick push you into harlem nights

That bar was nice cause it was about me

Don't diss in a house breaking but I don't give a shit

You dissed Lil Baby clout chasing it ain't about nathan til you laying up in gravy with your scalp baking

I might aim the thing cause life ying and tying

Its like Christ wouldn't exist without satan

I got hitters on the couch waiting

And if the text from me come out and step on the beat drum

A dead man I need to see one

Hit my what's up so I can see what's happening freerun

That mean I got a dick its a he-she gunning

Dickcab it mean it can fuck you up precum

Bitch you think we dumb you ain't from where we from

Canada got free healthcare you gonna need some

Its stolen bars in all the records that he done

None of his shit is original, shit pitiful

I was selling records for the game went digital

I started from the bottom like a midget do but niggas knew

The industry was pissing me off when I had shit to do

After my lil bitch was due my accident was critical

If you do it big and they can't find a bigger you

They will get a look a like that ain't lit as you

You can't pay homage biting off a nigga too

Dog you bite off way too much shit to chew

I'm getting sick of you culture vultures

Yo I hope you brought a gun cause my youngest son big than you

Its difficult to win when nobody talk as slick as you

And there ain't rappers miserable that can think as quick as you

So they think of ways to try and steal shit from you without giving credit

Pathetic and premissable

You be stealing from other niggas too

And in my old tracks you spit my old rap like it was you

And you spit the whole rap like it was you and I'm

Not the one who created you I hated it

Young niggas trying run with my outdated shit

I may be lil wesson and lil pop jada smith

You ain't never use a razor to shave a brick and use a priwreck to use it strength and make it flip

And how you clap at the hot girls favorite chick

Tory when I heard that story that shit made me sick

My lazy crazy shit

And I been cute my whole life I look nice in my baby pics

I'm not a baby bitch I was born in 82 and knew what I was here for that's 86

You on some crazy shit you must be on a lace front

I got a street sweeper this case slayer if you can't stunt

Boy you look like a premature dinosaur

And you going bald you need a lace front

Its straight skunk in this backwood

Genetrication is white people moving into the black hood

This guy can get his shit genetrified

Crack is knocking to the white meat tapping pockets like fashion

You cats sure can't pay homage I'm your inspiration

I'm audictic but y'all gimmicks imitation that's in the taking

But life like a sims game with the stick I'm holding I'm controlling the simulation

I'm innovation you you emulating copy that

I'm the one you cats copying you the copy cat

If I don't get guap from rap I can hit poppy that

I shot a opp but a opp never shot me

You can't sing or do regge you gotta rap

And you gotta write it yourself to get props for that

Stop the cap you listen to some bars that I said already

You took notes like the secretary

Corse I know you thought I was the best already but committing perjury wasn't neccarssy

Wait fuck the hate cause I'm legendary

You hold enough weight to get them off your back

Plagiarism lyrics - Cassidy

I know that nigga Tory goin' through it

But I wish that I'd get dissed just to respond to it

Let's get back to business

After I rap, it's a wrap, it's finished

This goin' on WorldStar, Shade Room, and Akedemiks

The Baller Alert, or catch it on The Breakfast Club

See, when TMZ mention this, it's gon' get extra buzz

Wendy Williams gon' mention how upset you was

'Cause when this get spin, you gon' be salty like Pepa was

Hollywood Unlocked, on drop, I'm goin' ham on him

Tory had to move from L.A. 'cause they put hands on him

I'mma turn fans on him, all his shit taken

My algorithms have risen, I got shit shakin'

This jawn goin' on platforms like Dish Nation

'Cause dawg stole my bars on a big station (What?)

He was next to Flex acting like he catching wreck

Using my bars like my fans can't recollect (Yup)

I'm a winner, 'member I was living check to check?

Now I'm getting the type chicken that they connect collect

Nigga, we ain't neck to neck 'cause Tory Lanez ragging

When he got his chain snatched, it went from neck to neck

You know Cassidy (Cass!), I don't use autotune

But they still be tuning in automatically (Damn)

Hitman said, "Cass, sign a autograph for me"

And Tory corny, using my own lines to battle me (What?!)

(Facts. This nigga got me fucked all the way up)

Yo, you never killed men

Show your true colors, you a chameleon

Like Wack100 told 6IX9INE, you a civilian

(Yeah! Yeah! Let's get-)

Tory Lanez, you're a lame, even though we never met

Yo, when we finally meet, would you be silent or speak?

Would you act like you know me or show me no respect?

Tell the truth or get the long nose, Pinocchio effect

A hoe never told me no for sex, the smoke compress

You need some smoke to blow, I'm the do-si-do connect

I just mailed some smoke I grow to a Tokyo address

That cost like a long phone call from Tokyo, collect

I'm confused how some dudes broke and blow a check

Then try to take yo' dough, when they cake go low

That's why my Draco (Drake go) blow with no OVO connect

Listen nigga, they find your body, nobody gon' miss a nigga

And how you diss a nigga sounding like Meek?

That's wack, cause, I'll bathtub drown you type ease [?]

I don't keep an assistant around to type tweets

But I do keep a biscuit if it's sounding like beef

Phi-Philly my city and gritty what they call our shit

You not from Philly, but you still be stealing all our shit

All I grip is ratchets, homie

The thing ring like matrimony, in this galaxy, cats is phony

Wait, pussy, don't Facebook me

You bite bars, if somebody bite yours, they'll taste pussy

I'm-I'm the type to tell you right to your face, pussy

"Fuck you!" Then cut you like classmates that play hooky

I cooked Free and made a little chunk

But when you try to earn cash, it burn fast like a little blunt

I was little jumping niggas, you a little chump

B.A.R.S. been had a A.R., you got a little pump (Lil Pump)

You little punk, hopefully, your folk'll see

I'm the GOAT and you don't want no smoke with me

You a fucking joke to me, I hang with a gang that made a oath to me

You bar bite, soft like luxury car upholstery

And I can tell a shooter close to me to grab the cannon

Spray like potpourri where your hairline supposed to be

I'm never toaster free, I had a weapon since an adolescent

Tory Lanez' story change every time he asked the question

Cass a veteran, on Flex, you did a Cass impression

So using my music was a bad selection

I was Da Hustla 'fore Usher ever had confessions

My presidential had them Joe before the last election

When I'm driving to my house, I got bad reception

I could quit rap and just trap, I got mad connections

The men in my gang mean, they got mad aggression

I done seen inmates get gangrene from staph infection

Selling hard was my last profession

And I go hard like my last erection, out here bag collecting

If a robber come in Cass direction, I'm popping the K

To knock him back the opposite way

Off my CBD site, I made a profit today

To make the cake stretch, invest, don't lock it away

My nigga locked on a cell block rotting away

He just got out the hole, been back on the block for a day

For that trial, he gave his lawyer all the guap he could pay

But that law firm ain't handle it the Cochran way

Like the end of trial, I blew back in Cochran day

And been okay ever since then, word to O.J. Simpson

Man, you can't battle with me if you got thin skin

Bars been hard, no Viagra or ginseng

When I first signed, they knew that I had a pen then

Labels said, "Dawg is a star, Rin Tin Tin"

Me and my AR been friends

And we never even had an argument, a friend like that hard to get

I got enough street credit to sign a artist with

So, when I send them dudes, they don't move 'til the target hit

A head shot'll make his lace front hard to fit

He got a big head, I'ma humble him 'cause he small as shit

You rather starve or fish?

Look, I got hooks and lines and Tory bit the bait, that's what you call a lick

He admitted he stole my bars, that's retarded shit

And he stole a lot of other artists' shit, did y'all forget?

That man confiscated all his hits

Taking all that shit got him stressed, that's why his hair goin' bald and shit

You should call it quits, just retire now

His hood mad at him, he just embarrassing his entire town

Don't get thrown in the trunk where the spare tire found

I know a dude with no tools who could change a tire now

So, I'm feeling real inspired now

A worker say I'm ready to stop workin', I'm not smirkin'

I got work in in my bag, but it's not Birkin

You looking for the best? Stop searchin'

Cass ass get it shakin' like a bitch that can't stop twerkin'

They pussies bleed, but they not virgins

Yo, I'm hoping my niggas cut you open, but they not surgeons

My raps go over your head, but they not turbans

One of my managers told me I should stop splurging

That's like a guy driving drunk trying to stop swerving

I got the word and he crazy puss, but playing wolf

I can tell that he crazy shook by the way he look

Us battling is a crazy look

I'm like before the shot: pedicure, after the shot: Megan foot

Look, my guns got infrared dots

You clap heat at feet, but I'm giving niggas head shots

I'm cold-blooded, you was red hot

But out here, falling off like Lil Wayne dreadlocks

That's dead funny like Fred Sanford, Redd Foxx

I'm ten toes down like the other Fred from Bedrock

Soon as the bread stop, shit decay

This for my niggas in the Feds not wishing they could get away

We demons, but even angels might forget to pray

What you rather, move a brick a day or work at Chick-fil-A?

You ever glove up, grip a K?

Mash your mug up and start throwing shells early like it's Mischief Day?

Shit I say show that I don't give a damn

If you a businessman, when your week end, it's still a business day

This back and forth gon' end today

'Cause you in the way and I already heard all the shit you finna say

You nothing like myself, but even if you Michael Phelps

In a pool of your own blood, you can't swim away

I been this way, I'm still punching niggas

I spit dumb rhymes, dumb times, I done battled a bunch of niggas

I'm hungry, better break fast, I catch you lunching, nigga?

Then you in the ER drinking breakfast, lunch, and dinner

I felt like a fucking winner all summer, nigga

Shit, it won't stop like I just got the plunger, nigga

I know you a dumber nigga, but this kind of basic

It's a sin to steal my lines 'cause my rhymes is sacred

I black out like some kind of racist

So, if I ever get you pussies tied up, it's not dominatrix

BARS!

Salute Me (Remix) lyrics - Nas, Fat Joe & Cassidy

[Swizz:]

Remix!

[Nas:]

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

Yo Esco illing, Swizz Beatz illing

What more can we say, stop grilling

'Fore you get hit up, shut up good

We'll merc you in your hood

I'm Al Pacino, Nas the God, you'll lose your life

Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm shooting dice

Break my cipha, I'm get at you

Slice you, knife you, stab you, shank you, splay ya'll

Too many rappers is jealous, who be gassing the fellows

Bunch of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto

Went from nasty to Esco, back to nasty

Clapping that black heat

None of ya'll are matching my level, I'm the general

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

[Fat Joe:]

Nowadays I'm on some mack shit

But I used to be loyal to tax, cracks

The nigga that would soil-in your jacks

Feed 'em with trays the size of light bulbs

Coke so bright, it shine like white gold

And the hoes love Joe way before this rap shit

Before the Versace floors and the rolls to match it

Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap

Make my bitch walk the strip with no shoes on her feet

Don't front for me, you kids is not balling

If you is then why is your wiz on my dick like I'm Jordan

Ties swollen for no man with bold plans

Sick of this rap shit that's why I listen to slow jams

I'm a grown man, the talk of the strip

Niggas think I'm Kev Childs that way I boss this shit

Dogs you's a bitch, I'm here to bring you a muzzle

Saying I'm peeping, I'mma bring you a muzzle

Get the point, General

[Nas:]

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

[Cassidy:]

It's Cassidy, I get rock like a boat when you go fishing

Ayo, Listen I'm the general like Tso's chicken

I'm so sick you can tell by the expression on my face

That I'll get in that ass like preparation H

The weapon the waist and I spray guns off

Cause if its beef, I'mma be on top of it like A-1 sauce

Pause, now who's the truth (me), Who's quick to shoot (me)

My four-fifth got kick like Bruce Lee

See, I'm a true G, hotter than soup be

Raw like sushi, you gotta salute me

You dudes see, I'll put in an order for you

I'll let the water boil, cook in a quarter in the oil

I had it for sell, but ya'll faggots would tell

Go to jail and start singing like Patti LaBelle

I ain't gonna back in a cell, you rat and you did

Fuck a vest, put a bullet-proof hat on your head

When I'm clapping the lead, I'll murder a nigga

And if he say "he ain't the feds", then I'm serving the nigga

I'm thristy for the change, playing games ain't a issue now

A bitch would give you AIDS nowadays if she kiss you now

I got that coke and that haze on my grillizy now

We going to war, you gonna need more than a pistol now

They throwing missles round, you still trying to get a nine

Uh, its the last days, end of time

The terrorists jacking planes, sending bombs to the Pentegon

They off the hook like intercoms, we just had a bad wintertime

So you know they gonna start to rob

And steal for a mil when its dinnertime

YOu still spending time focusing on dumb shit

On the block smoking, but you broken on some bumshit

What the hell, you might as well put a suit and tie on

Jump into a casket and get your die on

Save The Children lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Swizz Beatz)

I been a rider since my stroller years

I stay with 4 drums, 2 guns, and the ones that's in both my ears

You talkin' money, then I'm open ears

My price for coke is fair, it's white like the outfit the Pope will wear

I place a order, it'll get chauffeured here

My plugs send a lot of weight of white up north, like a polar bear

I wear the dopest gear, my jewelry is ultra clear

You know I wear Sub-Zero, ayo it's cold in here

Yo, I ain't gotta go over there to torture 'em

That thing sting more than a Scorpion, "Get over here"

I'm on with metal like jacks, this black toaster here bang some

But like Shang Tsung, it'll take a soul in here

Ayo, I need some new gold to wear

So don't be shocked when I'm raidin' your spot Akh, you supposed to share

Yo, don't try to play no role in here 'cause I'll unload in here

My forearm strong, like Goro was here

You tryna make sure the coast is clear

My shooters clear it out and make sure they ghosts before them folks appear

I'm in the Ghost knockin' ghosts in here

SP, the SD so loud it could hurt a smoker ears

I'm so prepared, I'm packin', I take it out the box

And then fire the SIG (cig) if I gotta smoke a square

I be thinkin' some evil thoughts sometime

I'll squeeze and poke you more times than squeeze huggin' a porcupine

BARS

I come from where some niggas get chicken, some niggas starvin'

So when I come to visit, pullin' up in the foreign

They be mad like, "Dag, I'm 'bout to start spittin' bars then"

They play with' Rockets, got big beards, and get that Harden

I carry choppers in the same case you put a guitar in

'Cause I got bands but not the kind that you play the guitar in

This chick drop dead, gorgeous in the Drophead

My fans into crack rock heads is how I got bread

Anyone could get shot dead blockhead

I never been knocked out or shot so I'm not scared (facts)

Yeah, I buy cars just to buy the shit

I stay on the road, I barely even get to drive the shit

Got so many clothes, never get a chance to wear the shit

If you ain't talkin' money, I ain't tryna hear the shit

I got a watch they won't allow me in the movie theaters with'

A chain that give me back pain every time I wear the shit

I bought a coupe before I put the dough on the crib

I wasn't homeless but ain't have a roof over my head

It's over, you dead, I'll do you greasy

My bars wavy, it's a doobie, that went over ya head

Somebody dial a medic, my flow sick, whole style infected

Been cocky since a fuckin' kid but wasn't child molested

I'm wild connected, the ratchet have you pushin' up daisies

Your casket had the flowers doin' calisthenics

I made mistakes but not apologetic

Brace yourselves, I doubt this metal in ya mouth leave ya smile corrected

If you wanna get violent whenever

I'll shoot and make you do the Mannequin Challenge forever

I'm so smart, hothead with' a cold heart

You scared to look in the bul's eyes (bullseyes), stop tryna throw darts

Nigga

Hahhh, chicka chicka, ahh (God...)

(Bars) The Crook & The Thief

Yeah, I remember when Cassidy was battlin' everybody...

He beat everybody (Goddamn)

Yeah, the game was under... the game was under severe pressure

(Apply Pressure)

(Philly stand up) Like blood pressure, my blood pressure is buildin'

Yeah, I'm a Hustla too (Ask about me)

I'm cookin' in the kitchen but my kid in the living room too (Whooh)

Yeah, The Crook & The Thief, The Crook & The Thief

Yeah, chllin' in the jungle all you see is the lion's teeth...

(Ughh) (Philly stand up)

Or blood on the paws or would I say blood on the leaf

Yeah, I made it to success, some haters they just disbelieve! (Can't believe it, can't believe it)

The Crook & The Thief