Ain't Gonna Happen lyrics - Cassidy

[Talking:]
Oh shit! Never. Niggas talkin bout I fell off. What? You can't be serious. So I'm about to jump in my bag, just in case you niggas forgot how I give you music.

[Verse:]
I was a kid hustlin, ribs touchin, grindin for grub
Three wings will hurt you when I'm in the hub
And a hand in the drugs, with my hand on the snub
Cause man, I'm a thug. Is you a man or a bug?
I'm back in that damn bar with my hand in the glove
On my crystal, I give a half gram for a dub
I'm workin now, got the sour kush and the purple now
I got it if you try and cop it, you ain't gotta search around
I purchase pounds and flirt around with that white chick
That white shit'll have your nose red like a circus clown
If I ain't layin verses down then I'm on the strip
I got that work flippin like some bitches in the circus now
It's like the universe and soul when our work is over
And I've got them Roxies and Percs if you try and purchase those
Thirsty hoes poppin pills like it's birth control
500 milligrams, I'm a drug dealer man
You gotta play your cards right but if you deal a hand
You could make a killin man and blow like a ceiling fan
Listen, sippin liquor's a good feelin man
I was a cognac cat, now I'm a tequila man
I'm wrapping grammes up in my son's Silly Bandz
And my pinky ring cost about a half a kilogram
I was on some livin in mama house shit
Now I'm in Neiman's, spending mortgage money on an outfit
I clean my jewels with the shit you clean your mouth with
Either Crest or Colgate, success is my soul mate
You so fake, I'm the truth, not a pretender
I've got one liners niggas with Alzheimers remember
And I can fight but even a ninja could get ingureesd
So I keep the hammer on me like Thor from The Avengers
I'm like a superhero, you's a weirdo
So I get you robbed like De Niro
When you say you hustle birds, that get on my fuckin nerves
Cause you ain't never fucked with them birds, you like a scarecrow
My weed green but got orange hairs though
And it's real strong like that man Samson when his hair grow
I put in years yo, years ago
You could barely flow, so prepare for your burial
You hear me yo? Cause I'm the illest alive
You want my title? Then you must be suicidal, nigga willin to die
I'm still on my job, I ain't retired nigga, I'm fire, nigga
You say you hot, the stop singin to the choir nigga
I'll still eat you up, I ain't on a diet nigga
You could get your ass chewed quick like fast food
The last dude that tried to body Cass
Got every bone in his body smashed and thrown in a body cast
I kick somebody ass like karate class
Be cash, jumpin in his Jet Li bag
If you owe me cash, I'm grabbin a ski mask
And the Glock, you in hot water like a tea bag
I don't need a G pass, I go where I wanna go
Cause I could rumble yo, and niggas know my gun would blow
I'm undefeated, fightin murder cases, I wanna know
It was a setback but you gotta respect that
Before I took 10 steps forward, I had to step back
If you doubt that I'm a step up you've got me F-ed up
I'm still regretin all the chicken that I messed up
But still start spendin the chicken soon as the check cut
I'm dressed up, snap back and a fresh cut
Guess what, my flow so sick I should go get checked up
Cause I'm real ill, feel where I'm comin from?
I'm in an Escalade, rims taller than my youngest son
I just bought another gun
If you talk stupid, I'm a start to shoot it
And I put that on my other son
I'm not pressed to catch another case
But, you a son of a bitch and I say it to your mother face
But the bull rhymes got the best lines
But this next line is an oxymoron, niggas love to hate.
Feel me nigga? I'm from Philly, nigga
Still reppin my city, nigga. I just hustle in another state.
You motherfuckers fake, I can't fuckin wait
To see you, confront you, then punch you in the fuckin face

[Talking:]
I mean... there's a big difference between what they do and what we do. (Mayhem Music!) (Damn that shit was dope!)

Half To A Hole Thing lyrics - Cassidy

A lot drugs get sold, I just got off parole
But I'm on a stove, tryna turn a half to a whole thing
Nigga I'm a goon so I'm in the kitchen whippin' with the spoon
Tryna turn a half to a whole thing
Half to a whole thing, half to a whole thing
I'm whip whippin' tryna turn a half to a whole thing
Half to a whole thing, half to a whole thing
I'm in the kitchen tryna turn a half to a whole thing

The stove lit, I'm tryna turn a half to a whole brick
I'm tryna hop in the new car and out my Whip
I'm tryna get my cake up, break up with my old chicks
They go get a model and make her swallow the whole dick
I'm not gay but I fucked with some homo chicks
I give a whole dick, 'bout long as a polo stick
I'm a true G, with that Gucci & polo shit
If I ain't in the YSL T, it's LV
Drinkin' purple drink, and that purple stink you smell me
On hell tree and get high as David Chappelle be
I'm half baked, cuttin' up on a glass plate
Tryna make a fiend OD, half to a whole Ki

A lot drugs get sold, I just got off parole
But I'm on a stove, tryna turn a half to a whole thing
Nigga I'm a goon so I'm in the kitchen whippin' with the spoon
Tryna turn a half to a whole thing
Half to a whole thing, half to a whole thing
I'm whip whippin' tryna turn a half to a whole thing
Half to a whole thing, half to a whole thing
I'm in the kitchen tryna turn a half to a whole thing

Yo, I'm tryna turn a half to a whole one
But I'll let you hold some, empty out the whole drum
First I choke you out like Mauricio Showgun Rua
Then hit you with the rugger, that ain't no fun
You don't want a war, you a young boy I'm your old gun
You took your whole style and I'm the nigga you stole from
You damn thief, I'm a knock off your damn teeth
I keep the pipe but I don't street fight like Zan E
You a bitch, when you piss you sit on the damn seat
I'm tryna get a thousand grams cheap so my fam eat
I'm a hustler, I could sell sand to a damn bitch
But my coke look like it got cooked in some damn bleach

A lot drugs get sold, I just got off parole
But I'm on a stove, tryna turn a half to a whole thing
Nigga I'm a goon so I'm in the kitchen whippin' with the spoon
Tryna turn a half to a whole thing
Half to a whole thing, half to a whole thing
I'm whip whippin' tryna turn a half to a whole thing
Half to a whole thing, half to a whole thing
I'm in the kitchen tryna turn a half to a whole thing

I take the coka, a pirex bowl and some baking soda
Whip it and give to niggas that hate bein' sober
The wait is over, nigga I'm takin' over
I'm back on my bullshizzle, I ain't gonna bullshit you
I'm the boy known to pull pistols
And that's the truth too, I'll shoot you and the boy witchu
I've been official ever since I wrote my first rhyme
Been a problem since our first signed with the boy swizzle
Back in 2000 they was like – you wildin'
I had the greatest flow over a decade ago
Your latest flow ain't better than my old shit
That why I cass' tryna turn a half to a whole brick

A lot drugs get sold, I just got off parole
But I'm on a stove, tryna turn a half to a whole thing
Nigga I'm a goon so I'm in the kitchen whippin' with the spoon
Tryna turn a half to a whole thing
Half to a whole thing, half to a whole thing
I'm whip whippin' tryna turn a half to a whole thing
Half to a whole thing, half to a whole thing
I'm in the kitchen tryna turn a half to a whole thing

Do It Big lyrics - Cassidy

Little that we know that in the middle of little littly
Little that we know that in the middle of little littly
Little that we know that in the middle of little littly
Little that we know that we riddle to middle man that didn't do didly

Let's get it popping like a GUN
I hustle cause I'm tryna bubble like GUM
The kid do it big like PUN
Cause I'm nice like PAC with the PEN

Let's get it popping like a GUN
I hustle cause I'm tryna bubble like GUM
The kid do it big like PUN
Cause I'm nice like B.I.G. with the PEN

Rest in peace Big Pun, free remmy
You're not that tough. Stick to the script
If you act up you're sliced with a knife and I'm payin' the dudes, call me tax cut
For them racks you get snatched up
For that cash shot, get your ass shot like a bitch with a flat but
I'm in the kitchen cutting crack up
We up the ball, track more crack than some lips that's jacked up
I'm tryna shine like lip vime
I'm not tryna get time but I commit crimes, I'm tryna get mine
When I was 16 my dream was to get signed and spit rhymes
Mean 16's, nothin' but sick lines
Make my neck, my pinky and both wrists shine
Buy mad whips and stay on a bad chick's mind
I'm just grindin', my dream came true
But things wasn't the same when that cream came through
Plenty things came through, our triple B came too
It's like if you was on my team then you'd see change too
Yo I spared no expense when my team came through
So everywhere I went, yea my team came too
If there was drama I'm the nigga that the team came to
Cause they know I'm not sane, I got a box game
I got a ox game and the mean ain't 2
But my team let the things and the jeans bang too
We all together, if I fall we fall together
Cause we all ball together, this a team game too
We've seen sunny days and we've seen rain too
But whatever weather we get, we've got cedar to give
Bein' broke is just something I could never forget
Now that I'm fly I can buy shit I never could get
I'd've done some shit in life that I'da never admit
But some shit would happen in life that you could never predict
No, I was never a trick but I spit cedar on chicks
Cause most hoes rather have cash instead of the dick
No, I was never of blood, I was never of crick
But I've always been a gangsta, I was never a bitch
I don't think you ever heard a rapper better than this
I'm so great I hold weight like a pregnant bitch
'Bout to go in labor. I'm a pro, niggas know I'm major
No one can save ya. You might as well swallow a razor
And kill your damn self. Cause when I write I make the pen in my hand melt
That's why I got the damn belt
For real cash real bad for your damn health
All your rhymes pre-recorded and sound pre-historic
He mad my mom ain't get my aborted
Cause to battle me would cost him his life
I'm like: can he afford it? Not at all dog
Get your skull cracked with a bottle of alcohol. You soft like a cotton ball
Before I squeeze the HI, take the stocking off
And let you see my face before I pop it off

Little that we know that in the middle of little littly
Little that we know that in the middle of little littly
Little that we know that in the middle of little littly
Little that we know that we riddle to middle man that didn't do didly

Goon Music lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Fred The Godson)

Where all the goons that listen to goon music? (right here)
Where all the goons that listen to goon music? (right here)
Boomed by the fact when they back to the goon music
We track from june to june, it's goon music

I talk big bucks, big cars and big trucks
I'm livin' the goon life, listen to goon music
I'm a live it up and bitches is get fucked
I'm livin' the goon life, listen to goon music

Fuck how cats feel when I make crack deals
I'm livin' the goon life, listen to goon music
Cats gonna get pilled and cats gon get killed
I'm livin' the goon life, listen to goon music

This goon music, dope on the spoon music
Casper showin' his ass, that bad boom music
Bananas, pistol whip with the hammer
Then put a scar on your face like Tony Montana
I'm grindin', runnin' through snow like Santa
That's why my diamonds clear like a iPhone camera
If you don't like what I'm doin', fuck it! I'm goin' hustlin'
Get chicks like I'm tryna pull a groined muscle
I'm on the block knockin' pooray off
That's why I but like a border took his tope off
I've got pills you could order boy
And I got that water boy, my street get that Bobby Bushay off
Dog, my dick and my nut sacket washed
I'll put your bitch face in my lap and your top like a Macintosh
I'm a grimy cat so I hate your bitch up and then get my dick sucked on tiny chat

Where all the goons that listen to goon music? (right here)
Where all the goons that listen to goon music? (right here)
Boomed by the fact when they back to the goon music
We track from june to june, it's goon music

I talk big bucks, big cars and big trucks
I'm livin' the goon life, listen to goon music
I'm a live it up and bitches is get fucked
I'm livin' the goon life, listen to goon music

Fuck how cats feel when I make crack deals
I'm livin' the goon life, listen to goon music
Cats gonna get pilled and cats gon get killed
I'm livin' the goon life, listen to goon music

We got clappin', I turned it to T boss chick and press sleep with that Mag 10
Rappin', just somethin' that I'm good at
Fish scale while got somethin' you can look at
Gram V, I brand thee Ray J, the bitch never fucked with a G now she met me
Gina, hopefully you'll get it
You connect, you spoke to me, I'm with it
Forget it, I've got the flow of an old timer
I forgot you, I was nice all summers
No co-signer, Cassidy said goon music, don't lamas, y'all want no drama
I sing grace still through your 50 hat
No cable bill. When it's show time, I cinemax
Whoever you send at me, I'm a send him back
Whether it's rappin' or clappin', know how I get with that

Where all the goons that listen to goon music? (right here)
Where all the goons that listen to goon music? (right here)
Boomed by the fact when they back to the goon music
We track from june to june, it's goon music

I talk big bucks, big cars and big trucks
I'm livin' the goon life, listen to goon music
I'm a live it up and bitches is get fucked
I'm livin' the goon life, listen to goon music

Fuck how cats feel when I make crack deals
I'm livin' the goon life, listen to goon music
Cats gonna get pilled and cats gon get killed
I'm livin' the goon life, listen to goon music

It's probly nobody nice as Cass
So the radio should be bumpin' my ass like a dipper rash
I'm sippin' liquor, would you like a glass?
I'm 'bout to light a bag of fire and get higher than the price of gas
The coke good but the price is bad
I'm touchin' keys like that bitch in the courtroom that be typin' fast
I'd like to aks if life was fast and you'd live the fast life
How long you think your life would last?
Grab a knife, stab stab, slice yo ass
Fuck a fight, a knife would cut your fuckin' life in half
I'm on one, you fuckin' with the wrong one
I'm short but I've got a long dick and a long gun
I'm with this chick that got a long tongue
The bitched in but getting in 'til the fat lady sung some
This chick crack, you gon be higher when the song done
Where the problem and Fred the Godson get the boss from

Where all the goons that listen to goon music? (right here)
Where all the goons that listen to goon music? (right here)
Boomed by the fact when they back to the goon music
We track from june to june, it's goon music

I talk big bucks, big cars and big trucks
I'm livin' the goon life, listen to goon music
I'm a live it up and bitches is get fucked
I'm livin' the goon life, listen to goon music

Fuck how cats feel when I make crack deals
I'm livin' the goon life, listen to goon music
Cats gonna get pilled and cats gon get killed
I'm livin' the goon life, listen to goon music

Game Don't Change lyrics - Cassidy (feat. 50 Cent)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
My niggas sell dope
Play the block with it
My niggas sell dope
Play the block with it

[Hook:]
Ay everybody broke, that's a damn shame
That's why I chain smoke, tryna ease the damn pain
Instead of star folk or get in the dope game
Cause you could change the players but the game don't change
The game don't change, no, the game don't change
The game don't change, no, the game don't change
You gon lose, you don't know the rules to the game
Cause you could change the players but the game don't change

[Verse 1: Cassidy]
If your sleeping on cash, your ass better wake up
I sold this shit that made the fire heart beats break up
I'm 'bout to get my cake up from this white bitch sniffin' white jizz, powderin' the face without make up
Air max and the snap back over the shape up
Look niggas, I've got shook niggas to shake up
Call the apes up, get you duck taped up
Fake fuck, you be paralyzed from the waist up
Wait up, I've got my weight up, your family gon have to set your wake up cause you were never waked up
Rise and shine. It's true the music industry will rob you blind so get a job or grind
And every bitch lie sometime
But your bitch told me that she never had a dick the size of mine
I get so high I can't open up my eyes sometime
Or stay with guap, I play the block. I've got pies to grind

[Hook:]
Everybody broke, that's a damn shame
That's why I chain smoke, tryna ease the damn pain
Instead of star folk or get in the dope game
Cause you could change the players but the game don't change
The game don't change, no, the game don't change
The game don't change, no, the game don't change
You gon lose, you don't know the rules to the game
Cause you could change the players but the game don't change

[Verse 2: Cassidy]
If you forgot that I was hot you'd better start to remember
For the chicken get the ego of the hark up in you
I ball cause I play the block like a startin' center
I'm in the mood to have calamari and shark for dinner
I'm from a hood you have to have a lot of heart to enter
A lot of bodies gonna fall before we start to win it
I got that good dope, heroin and good smoke
Comin' out the trap ho, smellin' like crip coop, brook
Broke people look rich, rich people look broke
Some good folk, life ain't gon end on a good note
If you need it then I got it for sale
I've got the product for sale, a narcotic to sell
I've got pounds of Arizona and exotic to sell
I've got that kill vacuum suit I need to stop and to smell
You ain't even gotta inhale or catch the damn smoke
That sour will have you high off of second hand smoke

[Hook:]
Everybody broke, that's a damn shame
That's why I chain smoke, tryna ease the damn pain
Instead of star folk or get in the dope game
Cause you could change the players but the game don't change
The game don't change, no, the game don't change
The game don't change, no, the game don't change
You gon lose, you don't know the rules to the game
Cause you could change the players but the game don't change

[Verse 3: Cassidy]
I get rich, when the dope flip it's gymnastics
And I could make your bitch disappear, my dick be magic
Trust me, it's static and I get the baddest bitties, pretty with big titties and big asses
That's why in highschool I skipped classes to get changed
Or get brain like the nerd your big glasses
I stab niggas, grab triggers, kick asses and spit acid at your bitch asses

[Hook:]
Everybody broke, that's a damn shame
That's why I chain smoke, tryna ease the damn pain
Instead of star folk or get in the dope game
Cause you could change the players but the game don't change
The game don't change, no, the game don't change
The game don't change, no, the game don't change
You gon lose, you don't know the rules to the game
Cause you could change the players but the game don't change

We Working lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Chubby Jag)

Yeah, yeah, let's go
I go by the name of Cassidy the hustler
And I got my boy Chubby Swag Jag with me
Larsiny Family
And we always on our job man, we working

I got my blunt up in my hand, guapo on my brain
Couple ounces in the duffle, yep I got those for my gang
Hear me we workin, workin, workin, workin, workin
Real niggas, yah, we workin, workin, workin, workin
Hear me, hear me, hear me, I be on my good
I know the hoods, it ain't no me
I keep off man, boss man, Mr. JOB
Hear me we workin, workin, workin, workin
Somebody let them know we workin, workin, workin
Oh yeah we workin, workin, workin, workin

I'm quick to choke, I hit the smoke
And cough like people that catch a cold
I just left the stove, cooking rock
It look like the snott thata mess your nose
We Eskimos, my chest is cold
And my neck is cold cause my necklace's froze
Messy hoes, I can't mess with those
If I mess with hoes, then they sexy hoes
The basic clothes, I'm making money
Try to take it from me, that Dezzy blows
You already know what my life like nigga
Hey, you ready to go night night nigga
Both my left and my right nice nigga
I whip your ass if it's fight like nigga
I'm a boxer, that wear boxers
But you want my cock in them tight whites nigga
You only trap on the mike type nigga
Never sold that crack in real life tight nigga
I call the squad, they all arrive, and you horrified of this fright night nigga
You have never been hard in your life type nigga
You the type that like your clothes tight tight nigga
I'm a type of nigga that's gonna ride
I'm always working, I'm on my job
I got the working, I'm doing my job
How much is you buying boy?
You know how it work when you got that work that they be dying for
I'll be in my back, I'll be spazzing, I'll be murking
Every person I'll be rapping on the track cause I'm working

I got my blunt up in my hand, guapo on my brain
Couple ounces in the duffle, yep I got those for my gang
Hear me we workin, workin, workin, workin, workin
Real niggas, yah, we workin, workin, workin, workin
Hear me, hear me, hear me, I be on my good
I know the hoods, it ain't no me
I keep off man, boss man, Mr. JOB
Hear me we workin, workin, workin, workin
Somebody let them know we workin, workin, workin
Oh yeah we workin, workin, workin, workin

Look chumpy I'm for certain bout killing
Bring the curtains out
Funny how my reputation boosting, who they churpin' 'bout?
We wavy homie, surfing out
We broke then we lurking out
Yeah that bitch that working bend
Tell her it ain't working out
Know we got that kush on deck,
Prices high I might go higher
Can't deal with no snitch I aim those clips
Cause I don't like no wire
All that grilla just gonna get you wet
So please don't light no fire
You gasing up, we masking up
Jason F, Michael Meyers
Grinding cause we broke, not cause want to
It's what we have to do
All about a mill, swear I eat like I don't have to chew
And I know all about head, I get a lot, I cracked a few
Call me Daddy Bars, I'm on that sun shit, that Makadoo
Oh you said you broke, I just hope that you ain't lying hoe
We know all that moola ain't worth the price of you dying hoe
Understand our pain, yeah we from the slum we hurting
Yeah we swertin', ain't no faking in home my apron on

I got my blunt up in my hand, guapo on my brain
Couple ounces in the duffle, yep I got those for my gang
Hear me we workin, workin, workin, workin, workin
Real niggas, yah, we workin, workin, workin, workin
Hear me, hear me, hear me, I be on my good
I know the hoods, it ain't no me
I keep off man, boss man, Mr. JOB
Hear me we workin, workin, workin, workin
Somebody let them know we workin, workin, workin
Oh yeah we workin, workin, workin, workin

Oh yeah we workin, workin, workin, workin
Oh yeah we workin, workin, workin, workin
Oh yeah we workin, workin, workin, workin
Oh yeah we workin, workin, workin, workin

Narcotic For Sale lyrics - Cassidy

I put in work in the street, I put in work in the street
I've got that cush, got that sour and that purp for cheap
Narcotic for sale, narcotic for sale
Is what we tell the dudes movin' narcotic to Yale

I put in work in the street, I put in work in the street
I've got that boy and that girl you could purchase for cheap
Narcotic for sale, narcotic for sale
I'm the hustla, you want it then I got it for sale

Listen, my trap game and my gat game is phenomenal
I still got that Phil Donahue and that Madonna too
I done did a crime or too, been to prison a time or too
Listen, if it's drama I'm a show you what the lama do
I spit, cook crack and I'll put that on my mama too
You remind me of a comicker comic view
You's a fuckin' comedian, put a slug in your skull
Spray blood on the wall like I'm fuckin' graffittyin'
You need red cross cause you did suck off
I pop your damn led off and knock your damn head off
I've got 2 whores in the 2 door with the head off
Chill homie. You mad cause my wheels chromie?
And I got enough on me to cop another will homie
I'm a winner, you ain't even eat dinner, you still hungry
I got real homies and homies that's real phony
So fuck how niggas feel, I'm keepin' my steel on it

I put in work in the street, I put in work in the street
I've got that cush, got that sour and that purp for cheap
Narcotic for sale, narcotic for sale
Is what we tell the dudes movin' narcotic to Yale

I put in work in the street, I put in work in the street
I've got that boy and that girl you could purchase for cheap
Narcotic for sale, narcotic for sale
I'm the hustla, you want it then I got it for sale

Look, yea I'm the truth boy, white lie
I stay around goons, why try tilt hey got by
T2 fly by, we gon stay on drive by
Peach cobbler colored jet cause I make the pods fly
Could smell that sour dolly when my niggas drive by
Use to move the nigga bags hand in hand, high five
Chubby, the shorty rounds will make your head rock
Red daughter shot a nigga body down, head shot
Mad poppin', gunnin' boy. See you niggas runnin' boy
Put the work in the streets. How the fuck is we unemployed?
Boss used to know me nigga. Bringin' cash home, get my blast on
With the mask on like a goalie nigga
Poppin' with a style you can't steal, you niggas ain't real
Mean nigga, lookin' at the key nigga, Hank I'll
Paint your whole house red, I deserve a paint deal
Freddy Kruger fucki 'em niggas dreams, I'm what you can't kill

I put in work in the street, I put in work in the street
I've got that cush, got that sour and that purp for cheap
Narcotic for sale, narcotic for sale
Is what we tell the dudes movin' narcotic to Yale

I put in work in the street, I put in work in the street
I've got that boy and that girl you could purchase for cheap
Narcotic for sale, narcotic for sale
I'm the hustla, you want it then I got it for sale

Look At Him (Look At The Bul) lyrics - Cassidy

I only wear my clothes once. Same day I get some more
Had Nike semi snickers way before they hit the store
(Look at him) Nothing less, nothing more
I'm hopin' out the coup I spent about a hundred for
(Look at him) I've got a house by the shore
And a condo on the tip of the 11th floor
(Look at him) Niggas look up to the bul
And chicks wanna hook up with the bul, look at the bul (Look at him)

I had to switch my language
Robin Lichstal cause I'm rich and famous
People keep tellin' me the streets is dangerous
It is what it is, man I keep mine stainless
My new Ranger's awfly gorgeous
I'm your damn landlord, you payin' the mortgage
The ball rich, you point like a sawfish
Just (look at him) the bul is bullshit
Yea, I had to switch my accent
I'm rich like the late great Mr. Jackson
And I don't think the police could stop me from trappin'
I'm getting rich on the strip making tris actions
Selling crack, that's what's cracking
That's why pockets' fat like rerunning that's what's happening
Real crap, I speak the truth when I'm rappin'
These other cats killers in the booth but they bangin'

I only wear my clothes once. Same day I get some more
Had Nike semi snickers way before they hit the store
(Look at him) Nothing less, nothing more
I'm hopin' out the coup I spent about a hundred for
(Look at him) I've got a house by the shore
And a condo on the tip of the 11th floor
(Look at him) Niggas look up to the bul
And chicks wanna hook up with the bul, look at the bul (Look at him)

I had to switch my slang up
Sign a new record deal, step my game up
It's like the media be tryna fuck my name up
But I remain famous, ain't shit gon change us
I just got the new watch and step my chain up
Swampin' in the rain, tryna step my aim up
Lost any family, we fuckin' the game up
Yup (look at him) that may give him chame up
Yea, I had to switch my style up
You want a hot verse then I'm the person to dial up
Your ringtone rappers ain't hot enough or got enough
Plus, you might've got shot before but ain't get shot enough
At times you ain't got enough rhymes so you out of luck
My money but I still grind like I ain't got a buck
Ridin' in a coup but your roof ain't got a cut
My hand mark, yea I'm raw start cockin' up

I only wear my clothes once. Same day I get some more
Had Nike semi snickers way before they hit the store
(Look at him) Nothing less, nothing more
I'm hopin' out the coup I spent about a hundred for
(Look at him) I've got a house by the shore
And a condo on the tip of the 11th floor
(Look at him) Niggas look up to the bul
And chicks wanna hook up with the bul, look at the bul (Look at him)

Wake Up lyrics - Cassidy

The hustla
Man, these niggas is sleepin' on me
Like I don't know what the fuck I'm capable of but I'm about to wake these niggas up

Like I don't know what the fuck I'm capable of but I'm about to wake these niggas up
Wake wake up! It's time it's time to grind
All you niggas that was sleepin' on me, rise and shine
Wake up wake up cause line for lines
I'm the best so if you sleepin' homie, rise and shine

Wake up! They sleep, they sleep, they sleepin' on me
This niggas is sleepin' on me, they'd better stop sleepin' on me
Wake up! They sleep, they sleep, they sleepin' on me
This niggas is sleepin' on me, they'd better stop sleepin' on me

Wake up! Wake up!
Check it. I feel disrespected
That's why I am talkin' reckless to all of you narcoleptics
Get cut quick, debug, 50 I eat your breakfast
But you respect it, you fake as the necklace on your neck is
You scared to death, you hit the neck, you're disconnected
Forget the paramedics, get the homicide detective
Cause I wish you was dead and you got a death wish
Breathe easy cause I could easily leave you breathless
I'm restless, I never sleep in the bed
You got plenty of time to sleep when you dead
If you keep sleepin' on me I'm a creep in your crib
Wake you to suffocate you with the sheets on yo bed
They was sleepin' on the kid 'til the song dropped
But they want me to walk when the song stopped, this song – an alarm clock
You bad baby, this song hot
And they ain't gonna stop til the fat lady sing the song up

Wake wake up! It's time it's time to grind
All you niggas that was sleepin' on me, rise and shine
Wake up wake up cause line for lines
I'm the best so if you sleepin' homie, rise and shine

Wake up! They sleep, they sleep, they sleepin' on me
This niggas is sleepin' on me, they'd better stop sleepin' on me
Wake up! They sleep, they sleep, they sleepin' on me
This niggas is sleepin' on me, they'd better stop sleepin' on me
Wake up!

Let's hit it, I'm 'bout to go ballistic
And every cat ass in the business could get to business
I'm the hardest, I'm just getting started, you niggas finished
My flow so sick, I should take a trip to the clinic
You went on MTV cribs with a crib that's rented
You borrowin' the Bentley and you leasin' them Benzes
I spit the most punch lines, I should go in the Guinness
I'm in the kitchen whippin', coke flippin' like it's a gymnast
And all my jury is expensive
You would think you lookin' at my diamonds through some magnifying lenses
I'm a menace to society, Glock by the appendices
Swear if I get anywhere near you, I'm a end you
Tear you out the frame when I'm gangsta firin'
When a fire comin' out the iron, got me perspirin'
Look, if you put a pussycat in a lion den
It would get cute up, I'm 'bout to wake you dudes up

Wake wake up! It's time it's time to grind
All you niggas that was sleepin' on me, rise and shine
Wake up wake up cause line for lines
I'm the best so if you sleepin' homie, rise and shine

Wake up! They sleep, they sleep, they sleepin' on me
This niggas is sleepin' on me, they'd better stop sleepin' on me
Wake up! They sleep, they sleep, they sleepin' on me
This niggas is sleepin' on me, they'd better stop sleepin' on me
Wake up! Wake up!

I think I had too much Henney to drink
Cause I'm startin' to feel higher if you start to feel tired
Then get a five out of energy drink cause I'm still fire, fuck what my enemies think
What your life like? Anything I write nights
You ready to go night night, infrared beam is your night light
I'm hustlin' to get my weight up again
I'm goin' in until I sleep and never wake up again

Wake wake up! It's time it's time to grind
All you niggas that was sleepin' on me, rise and shine
Wake up wake up cause line for lines
I'm the best so if you sleepin' homie, rise and shine

Wake up! They sleep, they sleep, they sleepin' on me
This niggas is sleepin' on me, they'd better stop sleepin' on me
Wake up! They sleep, they sleep, they sleepin' on me
This niggas is sleepin' on me, they'd better stop sleepin' on me
Wake up! Wake up!

Mayhem Music lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Chubby Jag And Arab T.G.O.P)

It's that shit right here
Dollar bill dreams
My nigga Jag, Cassidy
Chubby Swag Jag
Mayhem Music nigga
Cassidy, the hustla
And I've got my man ARAb, top goon of Philly
DJ Thorough
It's Mayhem Music

Look, on my mama he a basic chillin'
Heard he in the streets, he dealin' flip more, Rick the villain
Big chief, I be smokin' in my TB chillin'
My little goon just caught a body but at least he killin'
For show the nicest part bullets rip your spine apart
Ice got me drawning, niggas clowinin'. Watch us clumb the charts
Oh yea, I grind with sharks. I was with 'em last night
Come to things, I'm the one they come to with the glass pipes
Stackin' on my stacks just so I can get my cash right
While with the coka, runnin' miles on my mass pipe
But I don't double them. I don't got a Maybach
Soon as niggas spend I'm thinkin' what niggas could make back
Hit up Abby, I sent him 2, he send me 8 back
Gorilla, where my apes at? I'll rock you nigga asap
Niggas is jokin', somebody told me makes back
Well, tell me where the cake at. The jews and the safe at
The train, A clap. I'm ridin' with fats that don't slip
You talkin' out the side of your neck, blaw
My whole team workin', I come for the cream cousin
We see you fakin', I see you straight like I'm mean muggin'
Yea, I'll be bustin' in my sleep like I'm dream fuckin'
The smoke comin' out the barrow like a steam oven
I'll be rippin' the pipe hard, the stiff in the rod
That's why my trips to the night, yea, I be shippin' the blocks
I'm mad happy, I'm filled with punches, I'm Jag happy
Couldn't cut it in school but now I'm stab happy
And now I've got the bad bitches getting mad at me
Everything cost, gotta pay me just to grab at me
Got to the bak and the teller throwin' bags at me
Car lot, got the car, dealer throwin' Jags at me
We on that new shit, rain man in the booth seat
Work in the trunk like a roo sip, we too thick
I'm runnin' like bad tiers, been workin' on mad tier
Jag fired, got the Family Guy on, it's Quagmire
Nigga I'm scorchin', I'm past fire, lava land
I come from south central, the home of a lot of champs
I got a camp that I roam with and you got us amped
My name been up in the streets like I got a stamp
I'm too hot with the blue rocks in my diamond bag
We buzzin' like hornets, I'm ballin' out in my Cayman back

Yea, I'm getting the best A's from some essays
Fuck my niggas workin', they grindin' til all their debts paid
Believe me, you could get greezy like fresh wades
Run up on you, pull a gun up on you long as my left leg
Y'all folk would get your jaw broke or your chest cage
I use the Gillette blade to cut you like a fresh fave
I'm always on my job, I never get no rest days
I'm sittin' on the yolk like a fresh laid nestle
I just cop the watch with the guap that I've just made
The racks C through like my watch got X ray
And I'm a sex slave for punta on cunta
Kent 8, I'm str8 like 6 o'clock but you're Bengay
I don't know how them other men play, I've gotta get guap
So I'll be chopin' them plots like I'm a sensei
Comprende? My clientele order quarters
I could make that white bitch swim in some boiling water
And I've got your chick open like a C section
Giving me neck and she don't have no gag reflex
You'll be tricking 'em bitches, I'm having free sex
My homies like remix, every night a freak fest
She a freak with some double D breasts
I'm fly as a pterodactyl, she eat the meat like a T-Rex
Fuck the BS. I'm movin' that Ryan Seacrest
Grindin', shinin' like a diamond, VVS
Yea, I'm on the strip to the packet bong
Lookin' for a nigga I could empty out the ratchet on
I clap the drone on the same strip that I'm trapping on
Big kids get that in the same hits, they hat is on
I got a lot of diamonds and a lot of platinum on
Cause I rap and I made this track that I'm rappin' on
These rap cats I be snackin' on
Fuck it! I'm cold blooded. In the summer time I need a jacket on
Cats is dron, I'd better get Lucy Lu
I'm wearin' shoes, a Gucci belt and some Gucci shoes
I left this groupie with a coochie bruise
And a red ass cause I had trash with her coochie coo
Kiss my back side
I just bought a coup and made the back seat give the roof a piggy back ride
And the pink change colors like a kitty cat eye
That's crack nigga, cause I'm the shit like crack litter
It's a rap nigga

They say money make the world spin
I'm at the Louie store, spendin' like a whirlwind
And put your RA cryin' 'bout a girlfriend
I'd rather get the pyrex and drop your end
I get straight to the pussy, no foreplay
I was sittin' in jail for a short stay
And let that nigga show up on court day
I'm a show him a moon in broad day
AK street sweep, no duff pan
Cut grams, play the corners like a cut man
I left school, used to hang in the hookie house
I dropped all N word and pulled the cookie house
Big money, gotta count for 3 days
White girl, I make you drop like D Wade
Perk Lee, Sour D, you're the pea haze
I had your girl tell me I've got 3 legs
I be with goons that take lives
10 stacks to the ground when I shake dice
Bad bitch in the car, that's straight dike
Fat ass with jaw like a great white
Night horror, move it all on the late night
20 large in my drawer but I could take flight
I'm in LA, I'm a Road Runner
So fuck lap, I'm getting burned for the lil numbers
I'm a rich taker, I get big paper
I've got a Mag 32 for my brick playaz
Or EA's just a set and I'm the dictator
20 grand is a bet and that's shit paper
I took a brown paper bag to the car lot
Drove off, red Jag and his hard top
I carry big guns thata make a car stop
Give my young'un 9 soft and get a mall shot
I used to walk around with hoes in my snickers
Now my block move night hoes in my sleep
Rolled from the streets and live in the line of fire
Pull up, bang on 'em, stock myer
I got nigga thata bring it to your mom homes
Hidin' in the bush, 30 shot, 9 off
So what your life like? I showed you what mine about
Sellin' weed, rock bricks, I took 9 out
I get guap, I was raised on a drug block
I'm a goon, I keep a mass in the glove box
We was poor, we didn't get to eat our grub hot
Now I'm at the car lot with a drugnot

Mayhem Music

I Don't Like (Freestyle) lyrics - Cassidy

Don't like like, don't like like
I'll snatch somebody, stash it at the pole light
Don't like like, don't like like
I'll fish somebody, stash it at the pole light

Street crackin' 'em fake raps
That's the shit I don't write
I'm not a fake cat, I hate rats
That's the shit I don't like
I'm not a snitch, I hate that
That's the shit I don't like
And I'm not a bitch, I play with that
I stay strapped, I don't fight
We fuckin' G's, I hustle weed
I touch the keys but I don't type
I've got a wife but I fuck with chicks
Like suck the dick but bitch, don't bite
Fuck the shit, you might fuck with chicks
But if you suckin' dick then you fuckin' gay
You a fuckin' bitch so these kids should buy you a fuckin' gift for Mother's Day
I had to jump in since them kids was ran and closed the other way
So don't get shit criss crossed
You get pistol whipped if I'm pissed off
All the shit that you piss off
You can't name a song that I don't kill
There's not too many rappers that don't squeal and that's the shit that I don't feel

I'll snatch somebody, stash it at the pole light
I'll fish somebody, stash it at the pole light
Sneak this other, bash it at the pole light
Don't like like, don't like like
I'll snatch somebody, stash it at the pole light
Don't like like, don't like like
I'll fish somebody, stash it at the pole light

Same Damn Time Freestyle lyrics - Cassidy

Wearin' Polo, wearin' Gucci, at the same damn time
Gettin' head, eatin' coochy, at the same damn time
Smokin' cush, smokin' solid at the same damn time
Sellin' hall, sell Impala, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
Countin' money, twistin' green, at the same damn time
Drinkin' liquor, sippin' lean, at the same damn time

If y'all try to rob be, got to shoot me first
The gun is under my Gucci shirt
The ball of G, I got a hoe with me
And she keep the heat in her Gucci purse
I got dough to give, yea yours to flip
And I might throw the dick in this groupie first
I like the bitch cause her coochy squirt
I'm a hit it, I'm lickin' that coochy first
Chicks like me now and they wipe me down
I might go buy a Free Bruce Lee shirt
I'm a pipe it down till that coochy hurt
I'm a hit but I'm gettin' that coofee first
I'm on the strip with that fish scale
This row, we call that sushi work
A closet full of that (Gucci)
Li-like the anklets in our Gucci verse
I I I sling bricks they can't flip
The same shit that got pookie murk
I'm a G but not on that gang shit
That's the same shit that got tookie murk
I'm a gang star like Guru
With the seaman freezed that's true blue
You cheatin' on your boo boo
But your girl cheatin' on you too
I said I wanna fuck you, boo
And she said I wanna fuck you too
But all you can do is give head tonight
Cause at a red light I'm like soo woo
I I I ain't gotta front
It's a lot of things I want
So I'm grindin', t-tr-tryna do a lot of things at once

Wearin' Polo, wearin' Gucci, at the same damn time
Gettin' head, eatin' coochy, at the same damn time
Smokin' cush, smokin' solid at the same damn time
Sellin' hall, sell Impala, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
Countin' money, twistin' green, at the same damn time
Drinkin' liquor, sippin' lean, at the same damn time

Yeaaaaa
Cassidy
Lost and you found 'I'm
Shoutouts to Chubby Jag and A R Add
Yeaaaaa

I'm back on my bullshit
And some of you niggaz act like y'all forgot about the pressure I was applyin'
So I'm about to refresh your memory
I'm 'bout to drop the hottest mixtape on the street
Mayhem music

It's about to get ugly
Feel me
Pissed of avenger

Bangers in the air
This for the niggaz that love bars, love real rap, love hip-hop
That shit ain't died cause there's niggaz like me still alive
Niggaz that could still buy the ship
And that's exactly what I'm about to do
Stock body and shit
I'm a buy these mike beats, off these niggaz beats
Whatever motherfuckin' beats I feel like jumpin' on
I can even buy this shit acapella
I don't even need no motherfuckin' beat
Y'all niggaz know you're scared of me
Stop frontin'
Y'all know you're afraid of the shit I be bringin' to the team
Cause every time I get in the motherfuckin' booth
I spit bars to embarrass motherfuckers

Feel me
Pissed of avenger
It's about to get ugly

I'm rapped out man
Scream at me
Peace

Cash Out (Freestyle) lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Jag)

Let's go!

[Hook:]
Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper
Keep the dutch full of kush and keep a cup full of vodka
My closet got more sneakes than a foot locker
And every day I stuff my face with steak and lobsters
Got a kilo on my wrist bitch I'm cashin' out
Got a kilo on my neck yes I'm cashin' out
Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper
Keep the dutch full of kush and keep a cup full of vodka

[Verse 1:]
I'm high that's why I be in my zone
Grams of that grand daddy I be getting stoned
This chicks are damn, daddy why you never call my phone?
Don't you kids got a damn daddy bitch leave me alone
I'm not tryna hear your problems, I've got problems of my own
Like mixing syrup with ciroc and mixing mollys with patron
If you fuck the first night then I might probably take you home
And if you swallowing the pipe then you could probly get a loan
You could owe me but you gotta blow 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
Just call me when you need the cock
And I'll call you when I need to pop
I need the gwuap so I need a chick
That Don't need shit she just need the dick
The weed get lit til' I'm passing out
Bitch I'm about to put another classic out
I'm spazzing out, I'm not a has been
I get the cash in then I'm cashin' out

[Verse 2:]
Louie's got the grams but still we gotta heat 'em
I'm a pill it if you say that I'm a deal your wrist watch
I'm a chill it, I'm a make you niggas feel it
If it's lookin', I'm a grill it, told you niggas I'm a kill it
Jag keep it real, chubby pocket swole up
The whole know as soon as we roll up
I'm like roll up, a ho hold up
Cause these bitches out tonight, they know us
They lean on me, they, they called up
They stand around cause we poured up
I'm turnt up like so what
Shit movin fast but I'm slowed up
She loose loose, fat'o thang like Bruce Bruce
Fuck nearly she assed out
Cause we rackin' up, Yup we cashed out
Chubby

[Hook]

Shaq And Penny lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Chubby Jag)

Y'already know huh
Flyest fat niggas you know
Chubby, Lost and Found, T Dot what happenin'?
Let 'em know

I've got heaters maxin' semis, come to hoes I'm mackin' many
Come to cash me the cash, I'm stackin' plenty
Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny
Yep, just call 'em Shaq and Penny
Talkin' guap, we stakin' plenty
Yea we ballin', Shaq and Penny

I've got heaters maxin' semis, come to hoes I'm mackin' many
Come to cash me the cash, I'm stackin' plenty
Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny
Yep, just call 'em Shaq and Penny
Talkin' guap, we stakin' plenty
Yea we ballin', Shaq and Penny

Ok, Chubby Jag on that new shit
Homie true shit, I'm too sick
I'm on point like a tooth pick
If there's beef you can call me Ruth Chris
Ha, yellow stones with the blue mix
Whole rack for my new kicks
Station wagon my old ho
That new Jag is my new bitch
I'm ridin' 'round and get lil brain
Cause I'm walkin' 'round like I'm too flamed
Got me in the leave with a new game
So just fall back, you too lame
My kick game so sick at home
I'm walkin' 'round like Liu Kang
It's my, I spend it
I'm walkin' 'round like 2 Chainz
Real nigga you starin' at
Can't beat me with no fake look
A thousand hoes wanna fuck subby
They like a nigga, no Facebook
On the taker just one time
So we lookin' out for the one time
Cold kid, I got dumb lines
I'm eatin' up like it's lunch time
Hustle hard like it's crunch time
My new song, made a theme on it
New strap, got a beam on it
Purple juice, I lean on it
Any nigga wanna say somethin'
You best believe that I'm callin' out
Getting work off like I'm callin' out
Shaw and Penny, we ballin' out

I've got heaters maxin' semis, come to hoes I'm mackin' many
Come to cash me the cash, I'm stackin' plenty
Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny
Yep, just call 'em Shaq and Penny
Talkin' guap, we stakin' plenty
Yea we ballin', Shaq and Penny

Purple lean, I'm juiced up
Purple haze, great good stuff
I'm with this chick that I scooped up
I'm fuckin' and chuckin' the dudes up
I'm in the coup with the roof up
Cause I'm too stuck and my eyes red
Before my bred, I clap gats and that snap back when you guys here
You'd better listen to what I said
When I talk, all ears
I push the rock like Rondo
But shoot shots like Paul Pearce
I'm on my job all year
My diamonds break cause the rhymes are right
I'm tryna write, I'm kinda short
Spendin' all my money, I'm buyin' 'em high
When I'm on the mike I'm kinda nice
So I'm a blow like dynamite
Her vagina tight, I'm a pimper man
Chicks like me, no Instagram
I've been the man, ain't shit switched
And I get chicks, they lick dick
I'm a twit pick the swallower and show it to all my followers
That's the way your baller play
Jag shakin', I'm hard away
Gucci belt and some skinnies on
Polo shirt and some panties on
I'm a spend til the Benji's gone
Don't you ever compare me to them
I'm so fly and I'm so high
My eyes lookin' like Jeremy Lynn

I've got heaters maxin' semis, come to hoes I'm mackin' many
Come to cash me the cash, I'm stackin' plenty
Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny
Yep, just call 'em Shaq and Penny
Talkin' guap, we stakin' plenty
Yea we ballin', Shaq and Penny

I've got heaters maxin' semis, come to hoes I'm mackin' many
Come to cash me the cash, I'm stackin' plenty
Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny
Yep, just call 'em Shaq and Penny
Talkin' guap, we stakin' plenty
Yea we ballin', Shaq and Penny

Rondo lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Decypha)

As we continue on...
Cassidy
Featuring DeCypha
Let's go

I'm 'bout that, niggas know the motto
You can it cheap homie if you know who I know
'Bout to make it rain, get your poncho
Niggas start the trip in 9 zone man, Rondo
Rondo Rondo (I run the team) Rondo Rondo
(Ball for the green) Rondo Rondo
I'm known to make a shit sound mean out this bitch (Rondo Rondo)

Couple racks, nice whip
Blood would droll roll like a night stick
I'm talkin' shots, I'm talkin' lando
I'm a star, blue chip
Bangin' that Rosay, money make you come
Say your head dumb? Well bitch come give me some
Catch me in the club where them bottles pop
My goons packin' more metal than Robocop
No pat downs, we pass security
So we can be a whole lot of fulerie
I see a bad chick, I'm on the pronto
She'd better be a 9, Rondo

I'm 'bout that, niggas know the motto
You can it cheap homie if you know who I know
'Bout to make it rain, get your poncho
Niggas start the trip in 9 zone man, Rondo
Rondo Rondo (I run the team) Rondo Rondo
(Ball for the green) Rondo Rondo
I'm known to make a shit sound mean out this bitch (Rondo Rondo)

I'm ballin' like Rondo, I'm on the grind yo
Tryna make a dollar out a nickel and a dime yo
That money on my mind yo, large car smaller than the condo
I put that on my mind yo
If it's beef I left the 9 blow
Stay with the Heat like Alonso
Change your name to John Doe
I could I could box and I could rhyme so
When I rhyme yo you hear a bunch of punches like the combo
Yo you city cats and I'm here to rob your scary ass
I wear the mask and ask where the cash
If your pockets fat like your hairy ass
I was grindin' white from line kill pipe to airy abb
You could tell them grindin' by the yella diamonds
From now on call me canary Cass
Ain't no bitch with me, plus I got a click with me
And my click strapped, big gats
Big max, Mickey D
In this world you can't get shit for free
So I get the key and then whip the key
Bag the rock the pass the rock
Nobody got more assists than me
I'm 'bout that, niggas know the motto
You can it cheap homie if you know who I know
'Bout to make it rain, get your poncho
Niggas start the trip in 9 zone man, Rondo
Rondo Rondo (I run the team) Rondo Rondo
(Ball for the green) Rondo Rondo
I'm known to make a shit sound mean out this bitch (Rondo Rondo)

I Get It In lyrics - Cassidy

Sayin what's up
Lost in the family

[Hook:]
I get it in, I get it, it get it in
I get it in, get it in, get it get get it in
I was in the hospital when I've done been in the pen
So If they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then
I get it in, I get it in, I get it I get it in
Get it in, get it get it in could get it in
A hustle is a hustle, the hustle never end
So if they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then

I'm on probation, tryin' not to break the rules
Got guns I've never shot I'm tryin not to make the news
I ain't got 40 acres in NU but I'm cool
I got cake I don't need the couple acres in the pool
My bitch and never break up and she hate to make a move
But she know that I'm a mat like the makeup that she use
I just fuck this cake up on some jewels
My diamond jello like the uniforms that the Lakers use
And for your information let's make some clarification
I'm the best and got checks like a Twitter verification
I inspire myself if you a boss you should hire some help and then fire yourself

[Hook:]
I get it in, I get it, it get it in
I get it in, get it in, get it get get it in
I was in the hospital when I've done been in the pen
So If they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then
I get it in, I get it in, I get it I get it in
Get it in, get it get it in could get it in
A hustle is a hustle, the hustle never end
So if they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then

I'm on probation so I'm tryin to take it light
Ran trains on bitches, you was tryna make your wife
I'm chillin I ain't tryna take your ice
I leave you with your chain on bring on I'm tryin take your life
Burglary, burglary, emergency, emergency
I took the top off, my car need brain surgery
I got synonyms metaphors, upper beliefs
I give respect even if he death your boy heard of me
No exaggeration you the press still tryna find the road to success
I had a navigation.
Ayo you fucking up the game Cass
That's why my new watch full of blue rocks, I named the dame dash

[Hook:]
I get it in, I get it, it get it in
I get it in, get it in, get it get get it in
I was in the hospital when I've done been in the pen
So If they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then
I get it in, I get it in, I get it I get it in
Get it in, get it get it in could get it in
A hustle is a hustle, the hustle never end
So if they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then

I'm on probation tryin not to catch a case
But I'll probably bust a second nut before the second date (wait)
If we ain't have sex, I slept with da heffer face so
One way or another, I fucked your baby mother
Brother, I wiped my pipe off on your baby covers
So they never played together, but our kids live together
Yew! We all still stay together
We never made cedar, never got pay together
Did you mix out on purple and haze together?
Any and cope vodka and lemonade together
I get it in so I gotta admade for ever
This a record I could hear getting played forever

[Hook:]
I get it in, I get it, it get it in
I get it in, get it in, get it get get it in
I was in the hospital when I've done been in the pen
So If they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then
I get it in, I get it in, I get it I get it in
Get it in, get it get it in could get it in
A hustle is a hustle, the hustle never end
So if they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then

You gotta get it in
No matter what you do, you gotta g-get it in
If you don't get it in I don't fuck with you
Pause. I mean I am cool with a lot of motherfuckaz
I mean I'm cool with niggas that track, niggas that rat, niggas that act
Construction workers, electricians, cable guys, mail men
I'm cool with niggas in college
I'm cool with niggas that do a lot of different shit
I even fuck with this little nigga that don't do nothing but roll dutches
But that nigga dutches me nice as a motherfucker, he get it in
If I fuck with you gotta get it in no matter what you do
You gotta get it in man

[Hook:]
I get it in, I get it, it get it in
I get it in, get it in, get it get get it in
I was in the hospital when I've done been in the pen
So If they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then
I get it in, I get it in, I get it I get it in
Get it in, get it get it in could get it in
A hustle is a hustle, the hustle never end
So if they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then

She Off The Hook lyrics - Cassidy

Millions love 'er, wanna I get 'er all alone
But when they call her number they can't get 'er on the phone
Cuuuz she off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)
She off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

She got me messed up, baby tryna get in touch
But when they hit 'er up she ain't never pickin' up
Cuuuz she off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)
She off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

Damn this chick is beautiful but she be actin' unusual
And I'm a true thug so boo love is somethin' I refuse to do
I'm through with you cause who is you?
Boo, I can't even Google you
You fine as hell but I'm cute as you
I'm just tryna know like a cubical
Every time I dial your number I can't even get through to you
Bitch, what the fuck did I do to you?
I'm not the dudes that you used to screw
I could never get used to you
And you can do what you choose to do
But you get on my nerves, you's a bird – hocka doodle doo

Millions love 'er, wanna I get 'er all alone
But when they call her number they can't get 'er on the phone
Cuuuz she off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)
She off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

She got me messed up, baby tryna get in touch
But when they hit 'er up she ain't never pickin' up
Cuuuz she off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)
She off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

A lot of weed and alcohol, I got the drugs then drop the all
I popped 'er off, took the condom off
She mop me up til my cock was soft
She saw me in the shoppin' mall
Like where you've been, I said knock it off
I hit you up but you ain't pick it up
Stop actin' like you never got the call
You off the hook, look why's you playin' 'round?
What? You tryna play me now? Why you actin' all crazy now?
Remember when I laid you down and you begged me to stay around?
Threaten is somethin' you can't do so why you actin' all brand new?

Millions love 'er, wanna I get 'er all alone
But when they call her number they can't get 'er on the phone
Cuuuz she off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)
She off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

She got me messed up, baby tryna get in touch
But when they hit 'er up she ain't never pickin' up
Cuuuz she off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)
She off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

Telephone man, there's something wrong with my line
When I dial 'er number, I get the click every time
I would stop callin' but she Halle Berry fine
Bobby like a Kardashian. Why the hell she not answerin'?
I'm the man, word is bomb. What's going on? I don't understand
Every day I'm with another chick so I guess this chick wants some other man
Fuck it man, I need to put this phone down
Cause she off the hook, you hear that phone sound
That's why I'm callin' her phone now

Millions love 'er, wanna I get 'er all alone
But when they call her number they can't get 'er on the phone
Cuuuz she off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)
She off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

She got me messed up, baby tryna get in touch
But when they hit 'er up she ain't never pickin' up
Cuuuz she off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)
She off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

Belive In A Dollar lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Jadakiss)

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
After she swallow tonight she be leaving tomorrow

They believe in the money, they believe in the dollar
I've been spendin' plenty money, that's the reason they swallow
If she's strippin' I'm tippin', if she lickin' I'm trippin'
If I pay she gotta play, that's the friggin' tradition
I'm a nibble on the nipples then I'm lickin' the kitten
Then I'm sliddin' my dick in, hittin' the switch in position
Yea the canvass is rollin' and the pictures is flickin'
Cause we makin' a movie, I... cate on her booty
You I'm chasin' a Gucci, I ain't chasin' a groupie
Put my snake in her coochie then get some face and I'm Gucci
Spit my dick in 'er mouth, ge-getting some scoff
Then I'm kickin' 'er out like bitch get out my house

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
After she swallow tonight she be leaving tomorrow

Yo I'm either on Patron, Siroc the hay
Plenty pot, I be smokin' like the top of the chimney
And I'm probly on the Mali, I be poppin' too many
And the M6 drop make the top to your semi
Kiss in the fam and then Duane DaRock in the Bentley
I be hustling, stuffin' every pocket with Benji's
I brought a couple bucks, brought a slurp with me
And she 'bout to give me top and then hop on the jimmy
Yea sir, I'm 'bout to molest her
Rid up all the sheets and go in there balls deep
I spent a couple dollars, I can't be called cheap
If she swallow tonight then we even all week

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla
After she swallow tonight she be leaving tomorrow

I tell honey let me hit and I'll give you the check
Money and sex is connected like your nipples and breasts
So I gave 'er some bread and she gave me some head
It was official so I called 'er miss Michuaness
Now she callin' my phone like I miss you to death
I'm like I can't say I miss you but I wish you the best
After I gave you the sex I gotta give you rest
Cause I don't you catchin' feelings, that could get you depressed
Yea, I was gettin' your text, I got your BM2
But I got a lotta chicks, I gotta see 'em too
Boo, I'll screw your sister and your best friend too
That's what I meant to cause that's what grown men do

They believe in the dollar

What The Fuck A Real Nigga Do lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Chubby Jag)

Chubby Swag Jag
Larsony family
Brother this crazy right here
This what real niggas do

Pack a gat, clap it too
Is what the fuck a real nigga do
I stick dick in chicks you never knew
Is what the fuck a real nigga do
We ride for the niggas in your crew
Is what the fuck a real nigga do
Get in and bring your niggas through
Is what the fuck a real nigga do
I'm a real nigga and I'm a real nigga too
Spit that real, spit that true
And what the fuck a real nigga do
I'm a real nigga and I'm a real nigga too
Eat and let your niggas chew
Is what the fuck a real nigga do

I've got grams of white, that Vanna White
Get a tan of white if you can stand the price
The ice in my watch is rocky, bright like paparazzi camera lights
Bitch I grip that hammer tight
If cats ever try to rob me dog
I'm a probably clap my shotty off
The gat I pack is my bodyguard
Dome shot get bodied dog
The chrome pop and your body fall
I'm cold but my nose ain't snotty y'all
I'm with a chick, tits bigger than a volley ball
I'm a probly break somebody jaw
One punch and this over with
Jump up to punch with both my fists
Like both your eyes and bust both your lips
I fucked both your chicks and they both was thick
I had both my hands on both their tits
They had both their hands on both my nuts
I made both the sluts deep throat the dick
I got coke to flip, I'm movin' drugs
You using drugs you smoke the shit
I was broke as shit till I moved around
Then move the pound like who smoked the shit
Got a half brick of that coke and shit
Got a whole slab of that dope n shit
I push weight than my back is sore
What the fuck is y'all boys strappin' for?
You pack the gat, you never clapped before
What the fuck is you wastin' that ratchet for?
You wack and you never spit crack before
You cats is weak so what you keep rappin' for?

Pack a gat, clap it too
Is what the fuck a real nigga do
I stick dick in chicks you never knew
Is what the fuck a real nigga do
We ride for the niggas in your crew
Is what the fuck a real nigga do
Get in and bring your niggas through
Is what the fuck a real nigga do
I'm a real nigga and I'm a real nigga too
Spit that real, spit that true
And what the fuck a real nigga do
I'm a real nigga and I'm a real nigga too
Eat and let your niggas chew
Is what the fuck a real nigga do

I run the point, nigga I'm pass the rock
Feel so out of this world from the outer space but I ain't no astronaut
Can a nigga come and cook jab if a bitch look bad you know I had the pop
Grab a Glock. Just in case a nigga wanna hate and I had to blast a shot
Yea, told everybody this nigga don't play
Known to call shots, tell the nigga ok
Stabbed in the pussy, you nigga so gay
My eye on the throne, no Jigga no Ye
Now chill, you see a nigga though
Probably why the haters wanna steal a nigga show
You got that dirt and I got that work
If a nigga need a job betta let a nigga know
Chubby, yep, I do this easy ho
You don't wanna see me get greezy ho
Oh you think you ballin' ha?
Got the boy feelin' like jeezy huh
Real and you better believe me ho
Make the ball work like a sissy ho
I'm out block anything, go with the ho
Get your bitch took like Yeezy ho
Hope you niggas know, nigga getting' dough, Mr. Hityourho
Girl popped, nigga wanna shot, nigga hit the flo'
My plot nigga dumb hot niggas flip the nose
I don't wanna talk about bars I be spittin' those
Man I thought you niggas knew
Since I'm here you nigga through
Fuck with him and his niggas shoot
That's what the fuck a real nigga do

God Is So Good To Me lyrics - Cassidy

Cassidy
Man, in my lifetime I done did so many things
Been to so many crazy places
Made so many mistakes
This definitely a blessing that I'm still here
I could definitely be in a different position

Everybody had to take something they ain't wanna take
And make decisions they ain't wanna make to get their numbers straight
In life you've got to be patient but it aitn fun to wait
The grind a maraton you gota run but don't run in place
I wanna take advice from someone who won a race
If they got food for thought of course I want a plate
You give a man a hamburger he gon want a steak
Why people hate showin' love but they love to hate?
This world a mess yo, I need to drink some Pepto
Cause I done seen some things that'd make your stomach ache
I come from a place where nobody good should be
But I'm good cause see, God is so good to me

I've got friends that got killed, that I'll never see again
And got friends in jail that'll never be free again
That's why I thank God cause that could be me
But God's so good to me (yes, He is)
I got family that died, we will never talk again
Your friends paralyzed that'll never walk again
That's why I thank God cause that could be me
But God's so good to me (yes, He is)

I've made my mark in the street, played my part in the street
But I'm still here, I could be deceased or in a wheelchair
Yea, I hear Christ talk when He speak
So He bless me and protect me when I'm walkin' the street
Yo the devil in disguise, he be stuck in a week
You gotta read about the market of beast
Illuminati, I ain't tryna catch a body but I walk with the heat
If you try me homicide be putttin' chalk in the street
I never realized why they say talkin' is cheap
It's expensive when your co-defendant talk to police
Regardless if I'm walkin' in peace or crossin' the line
God good all at a time (yes, He is)

I've got friends that got killed, that I'll never see again
And got friends in jail that'll never be free again
That's why I thank God cause that could be me
But God's so good to me (yes, He is)
I got family that died, we will never talk again
Your friends paralyzed that'll never walk again
That's why I thank God cause that could be me
But God's so good to me (yes, He is)

The devil's still pressin' me, bills still stressin' me
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' the berg
Yea, I sold some grams. I was determined to own some land
When I see a homeless man sleep on a curve
Reason why I'm speakin' these words is so
You ain't gotta go to church to hear somebody preachin' the word
If you ever read the scripture before
You could develop your own relationship with the Lord
Yep, stay prayed up in politic with the Lord
Cause people could pray for you but they can't pray FOR you
If you stay faithful and stay loyal
God will be there every day for ya

I've got friends that got killed, that I'll never see again
And got friends in jail that'll never be free again
That's why I thank God cause that could be me
But God's so good to me (yes, He is)
I got family that died, we will never talk again
Your friends paralyzed that'll never walk again
That's why I thank God cause that could be me
But God's so good to me (yes, He is)

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