[Swizz Beats:]
Ladies and Gentlemen
Swizz, swizz, swizz
Hey ho, hey ho, hey ho, hey ho OK
[Chorus:]
How you doing ma, dis ya song ma, yeah come on ma, dis ya song ma, we
can get it on ma, dis ya song ma, dis ya song ma, dis ya song
[Cassidy Verse 1:]
How ya doing ma
Yeah come here, where you going ma,
What up you in a rush,
What's going on ma, you can keep going ma
But in dis cruel world you going need a man that's thurl to keep you warm ma,
You and me we can take the world by storm ma.
So let me have yo math then I'm going ma,
I'm having a after party later on ma, so you should cancel whatever you was doing ma.
We can get a telly and visit and get it on ma, you wit it, I hit it till six in the morn ma,
You ain't hear the song ma,
Yeah I'm a don ma so if you ridin' wit a player than come on ma.
[Chorus w/ Mashonda:]
How ya doing ma (oh) dis ya song ma (yeah) yeah come on ma (oh) dis ya song
Ma (yeah) we can get it on ma (oh) dis ya song ma
(Yeah) yeah, yeah, yeah.
Scream at me
Me and you (it don't get no better) what we can do (it don't get no better) our love
(it don't get no better) it reminds me of the first time
[Verse 2:]
Hey you know what you remind me of the sun that shines above I think that I'm in
Love cause every time I look in your eyes they be dumb bright like the sunlight when I look in
The sky and you always look fly, you stay with a mean outfit and got shoes that they didn't even come out yet.
Always got your your nails done, always got yourself fixed you the type of chick I
Can see me going out wit and I ain't knocking yo hustle but you should be somebody's wifey icey
Wit a rock on your knuckle and we would look hot as a couple cause you shaped so beautifully and
You almost as cute as me.
[Chorus x1]
[Verse 3:]
Mmmm wit yo sexy self go to my hotel and undress yourself and after we have sex
Don't stress yourself I will respect you if you respect yourself girl it's whatever I get the
Chedda when we get together it don't be no better and you can see I'm throwin' it cause my arm
On chill it look like i spilled freon on it.
I make hella paper on the block that's why I'm bout
To put a three story elevator in my yacht they going keep hating it boo, but keep holdin' me
Down strong dis song dedicated to you.
[chorus x1]
[Mashonda:]
Baby I can't deny that I'm feeling you, the way that you look and the things you do.
Knowing, knowing baby it don't whoa oh whoa it don't get no better
[chorus x2]
I go by the name of Cassidy "da problem", me and mashonda
[song fades out]
Make U Scream lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Snoop Dogg)
[Chorus (Cassidy & Female Voice)]
[Female Voice:] I'd like to make sweet love to you
[Cassidy:] What you say you tryin' to do, huh?
[C:] I'll make you scream like
[F:] AHHH!
[C:] And shout like
[F:] AHHH!
[C:] And sing
[F:] Do di do do di do do do
[C:] Now what you say?
[F:] I'd like to make sweet love to you
[Repeat]
[Verse 1 (Cassidy)]
Okay!
I was told you ain't got it nice, 'til you got a wife
But nope I'ma baller cuz, never gon fall in love
Pshyche that's a damn lie
Ladies put ya hands high every man should try to get a woman to stand by
It's called devotion, emotions could make a man cry
But ma wipe ya tears and just stare in that man eyes
Prove that you there for him, prove that you care for him
That's how you gotta act, prove that you got his back
Prove that you not a rat
Don't creep and ho around, hold him down
'Cause you know what comes around goes around
And I'm older now and it might seem kinda weird
But man all them damn AIDS commercials got me kinda scared
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 (Snoop Dogg)]
You ever laid on some pink mink sheets blowin' swishers
Holdin' on some champagne while doin ya damn thang
Caressin' on tha world main
Adressin'' you is no pain
Betty Wright is playing, no pain no gain
I did it for the hell of it
Hit it now you tell a bitch
Now she want a little bit, I did it for the smell of it
It's relevant and evident
Yeah girl you heaven sent
I love the way you break and take all the evidence
Pimpin cause I'm stayin in your mothafucking residence
While you out bringin me back the dead presidents
(Pimpin', Pimpin', Pimpin')
You can say that I got you
I do it cause I have to, plus I feel like I got you
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 (Cassidy)]
Sis if you make love to me
Kissin' and huggin' me
Lickin' and rubbin' me, it'll get ugly
The bed got a mink spread gettin all cuddley
Pop bub' the hot tub gettin all bubbley
You don't even gotta ask, all my girls got it bad
Closet full of Prada bags and I ain't even gotta brag
Yeah I keep them lookin real
Go 'head you can push the wheel
And if ya face tough I might wake up and cook a meal
Whatever you ask for (It's yours)
We can go to my bungalo over in Tahiti with the glass floors
Fish swimmin 'round, the moonlight shimmer down
I got the bomb stroke
Girl get ya spine broke
[Chorus Until Fade]
[Female Voice:] I'd like to make sweet love to you
[Cassidy:] What you say you tryin' to do, huh?
[C:] I'll make you scream like
[F:] AHHH!
[C:] And shout like
[F:] AHHH!
[C:] And sing
[F:] Do di do do di do do do
[C:] Now what you say?
[F:] I'd like to make sweet love to you
[Repeat]
[Verse 1 (Cassidy)]
Okay!
I was told you ain't got it nice, 'til you got a wife
But nope I'ma baller cuz, never gon fall in love
Pshyche that's a damn lie
Ladies put ya hands high every man should try to get a woman to stand by
It's called devotion, emotions could make a man cry
But ma wipe ya tears and just stare in that man eyes
Prove that you there for him, prove that you care for him
That's how you gotta act, prove that you got his back
Prove that you not a rat
Don't creep and ho around, hold him down
'Cause you know what comes around goes around
And I'm older now and it might seem kinda weird
But man all them damn AIDS commercials got me kinda scared
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 (Snoop Dogg)]
You ever laid on some pink mink sheets blowin' swishers
Holdin' on some champagne while doin ya damn thang
Caressin' on tha world main
Adressin'' you is no pain
Betty Wright is playing, no pain no gain
I did it for the hell of it
Hit it now you tell a bitch
Now she want a little bit, I did it for the smell of it
It's relevant and evident
Yeah girl you heaven sent
I love the way you break and take all the evidence
Pimpin cause I'm stayin in your mothafucking residence
While you out bringin me back the dead presidents
(Pimpin', Pimpin', Pimpin')
You can say that I got you
I do it cause I have to, plus I feel like I got you
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 (Cassidy)]
Sis if you make love to me
Kissin' and huggin' me
Lickin' and rubbin' me, it'll get ugly
The bed got a mink spread gettin all cuddley
Pop bub' the hot tub gettin all bubbley
You don't even gotta ask, all my girls got it bad
Closet full of Prada bags and I ain't even gotta brag
Yeah I keep them lookin real
Go 'head you can push the wheel
And if ya face tough I might wake up and cook a meal
Whatever you ask for (It's yours)
We can go to my bungalo over in Tahiti with the glass floors
Fish swimmin 'round, the moonlight shimmer down
I got the bomb stroke
Girl get ya spine broke
[Chorus Until Fade]
Tha Problem (Skit) lyrics - Cassidy
[Bell rings, door opens]...
[Arab Man singing]...
[Cassidy]
Aye yo my man,
My man
[Arab Man]
1 second, 1 second,
Iss my part, iss my part of the
Song,
1 sec
[Cassidy]
Yo come on man,
I'm gunna late man,
[Arab Man]
Why you beeing disrespectful,
Why you come in my store,
You dont ring my bell,
([Cassidy:] Dog,dog,dog)
You dont wipe your feet on the carpet,
What the fuck,
Mine, see my rug, rub,
[Cassidy]
Fall back,
Fall back,
I need a chicken cheese steak man,
[Arab Man]
I dont have chicken any cheese what, ([Cassidy:] dog)
Number 1 five,
What the combo,
What do you want,
The special or the moovle,
[Cassidy]
I dont know what number it is man,
Chicken cheese steak man,
([Arab Man:] i have 1,2,3)
Chicken Cheese steak man,
Salt, pepper, ketchup, mayonaise,
And fried onions,
([Arab Man:] i dont have eggs, and and)
Throw some cheese fries in there
Too man,
[Arab: talkin gibberish]
1 second
[Cassidy:]
Throw some cheese fries in there too
[Arab:]
Okay, 1 second
[singing]
[Cassidy:] HURRY UP!!
[Arab:] I'm done as quick as this
[Cassidy:] What the fuck is this?!
[Arab:] Thats my special philly cheese steak for the for the man
[Cassidy:] dog this aint no philly cheese steak man
[Arab:] this is for the hood, i make this for the hood
[Cassidy:] this aint no philly cheese steak,
Dog you aint even from Philly,
[Arab:] Where the fuck are you from, i'm from here,
[Cassidy:] Nigga i'm from philly nigga, where the fuck are you form?!
[Arab: (teasing)]
[Cassidy:] Well I'm kell pipe nigga
[Arab:] Nigga i got pipes too, fuck
[Cassidy:] fuck is this shit?
[Arab:] i'm from philly so you dont like it then go home, thats where my steaks is from
[Cassidy:] what the fuck is wrong wit u man?!
[Arab:] next time, just take it easy, and ordee the combo!!
[Cassidy:] man fuck you and ya combo
[Arab Man singing]...
[Cassidy]
Aye yo my man,
My man
[Arab Man]
1 second, 1 second,
Iss my part, iss my part of the
Song,
1 sec
[Cassidy]
Yo come on man,
I'm gunna late man,
[Arab Man]
Why you beeing disrespectful,
Why you come in my store,
You dont ring my bell,
([Cassidy:] Dog,dog,dog)
You dont wipe your feet on the carpet,
What the fuck,
Mine, see my rug, rub,
[Cassidy]
Fall back,
Fall back,
I need a chicken cheese steak man,
[Arab Man]
I dont have chicken any cheese what, ([Cassidy:] dog)
Number 1 five,
What the combo,
What do you want,
The special or the moovle,
[Cassidy]
I dont know what number it is man,
Chicken cheese steak man,
([Arab Man:] i have 1,2,3)
Chicken Cheese steak man,
Salt, pepper, ketchup, mayonaise,
And fried onions,
([Arab Man:] i dont have eggs, and and)
Throw some cheese fries in there
Too man,
[Arab: talkin gibberish]
1 second
[Cassidy:]
Throw some cheese fries in there too
[Arab:]
Okay, 1 second
[singing]
[Cassidy:] HURRY UP!!
[Arab:] I'm done as quick as this
[Cassidy:] What the fuck is this?!
[Arab:] Thats my special philly cheese steak for the for the man
[Cassidy:] dog this aint no philly cheese steak man
[Arab:] this is for the hood, i make this for the hood
[Cassidy:] this aint no philly cheese steak,
Dog you aint even from Philly,
[Arab:] Where the fuck are you from, i'm from here,
[Cassidy:] Nigga i'm from philly nigga, where the fuck are you form?!
[Arab: (teasing)]
[Cassidy:] Well I'm kell pipe nigga
[Arab:] Nigga i got pipes too, fuck
[Cassidy:] fuck is this shit?
[Arab:] i'm from philly so you dont like it then go home, thats where my steaks is from
[Cassidy:] what the fuck is wrong wit u man?!
[Arab:] next time, just take it easy, and ordee the combo!!
[Cassidy:] man fuck you and ya combo
Tha Problem lyrics - Cassidy
[Swizz Beats]
1-2 1-2.
I need all my real niggaz to stand up.
All you fake ass niggaz fall back.
It's a problem.
Philly stand up!
[CHORUS (Swizz Beats) Cassidy]
(What's ya name dog?) Cassidy
(Man, tell 'em again) Caissidy
(Man, where ya from?) Philly
(Talk to 'em talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me
(Talk to' em talk to 'em) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man) The hood know I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man) The world know I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man)
[VERSE 1 (Swizz Beats)]
My name Cass and I'm 'bout my B-I
Niggaz wanna be me, yeah I can see why
Told y'all How I used to roll and see Clive
Hop off the G-4, hop in the G-5
But since niggaz wanna copy and be me
I'mma hop off the yacht then hop in the GT
Got niggaz in the hood knockin' the CD
Wait 'till my face start poppin' on TV
See the ladies give me top for cheapy
All they wanna do is just hop on the wee-wee
My rich chick'll take a helicopter to see me
I pop Dominican and she'll drop me a key free
I got a actress in L.A., doctor in DC
Even got a lawyer a cop in the DT
See I got money but I ain't spendin' it
I need a girl who got a job wit nice benefits
'Cuz honey bunch I ain't wit the funny stuff
You ain't gone fuck me to spend my money up
Nah, I can't have it boo
But girl do what you do I ain't mad at you
Nah, 'cuz I got since to know
That I ain't gone get pimped, I'mma pimp a hoe
Ayyo, get money nigga fuck the fame
(The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!)
[CHORUS (Swizz Beats)]
Cassidy! (Man, tell 'em again)
Cassidy! (Man, where ya from?)
Philly (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
The world know I'm a problem, y'all (Hold on, I tried to tell 'em, man!)
[VERSE 2]
Ayyo, guess what happened, guess what happened?
I was on the radio and yo, guess what happened?
I'm sittin' there starin' in this DJ face
And all he askin' me about is the Freeway tape
I'm like, "If I ain't right you can say I'm wrong
But Mr. DJ can you play my song?"
Please, play somethin' that's good for the air
Please, play somethin' that the hood wanna hear
So when the radio go to put that trash on
Call 'em up and say, "Put that Cass on!"
And I ain't pissin' nobody
But if every rapper died I wouldn't be missin' nobody
'Specially if it ain't Styles, 'Kiss or nobody
Busta, Nore, Swizz or nobody
If it ain't Drag, Kim or Fat Joe
I could care less if a cat gotta lay on his back, yo
So, I don't owe y'all niggaz
And y'all might be aight but I don't know y'all niggaz
I mean, it's a couple other niggaz that I've met
With the FS on my chest without press
I got love for Snoop, Puff and Wyclef
And my niggaz Esco, so let's go, yo
Get money nigga, fuck the fame
(The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!)
[CHORUS 2x (Swizz Beats)]
Cassidy! (Man, tell 'em again)
Cassidy! (Man, where ya from?)
Philly (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
The world know I'm a problem, y'all (Hold on, I tried to tell 'em, man!)
1-2 1-2.
I need all my real niggaz to stand up.
All you fake ass niggaz fall back.
It's a problem.
Philly stand up!
[CHORUS (Swizz Beats) Cassidy]
(What's ya name dog?) Cassidy
(Man, tell 'em again) Caissidy
(Man, where ya from?) Philly
(Talk to 'em talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me
(Talk to' em talk to 'em) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man) The hood know I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man) The world know I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man)
[VERSE 1 (Swizz Beats)]
My name Cass and I'm 'bout my B-I
Niggaz wanna be me, yeah I can see why
Told y'all How I used to roll and see Clive
Hop off the G-4, hop in the G-5
But since niggaz wanna copy and be me
I'mma hop off the yacht then hop in the GT
Got niggaz in the hood knockin' the CD
Wait 'till my face start poppin' on TV
See the ladies give me top for cheapy
All they wanna do is just hop on the wee-wee
My rich chick'll take a helicopter to see me
I pop Dominican and she'll drop me a key free
I got a actress in L.A., doctor in DC
Even got a lawyer a cop in the DT
See I got money but I ain't spendin' it
I need a girl who got a job wit nice benefits
'Cuz honey bunch I ain't wit the funny stuff
You ain't gone fuck me to spend my money up
Nah, I can't have it boo
But girl do what you do I ain't mad at you
Nah, 'cuz I got since to know
That I ain't gone get pimped, I'mma pimp a hoe
Ayyo, get money nigga fuck the fame
(The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!)
[CHORUS (Swizz Beats)]
Cassidy! (Man, tell 'em again)
Cassidy! (Man, where ya from?)
Philly (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
The world know I'm a problem, y'all (Hold on, I tried to tell 'em, man!)
[VERSE 2]
Ayyo, guess what happened, guess what happened?
I was on the radio and yo, guess what happened?
I'm sittin' there starin' in this DJ face
And all he askin' me about is the Freeway tape
I'm like, "If I ain't right you can say I'm wrong
But Mr. DJ can you play my song?"
Please, play somethin' that's good for the air
Please, play somethin' that the hood wanna hear
So when the radio go to put that trash on
Call 'em up and say, "Put that Cass on!"
And I ain't pissin' nobody
But if every rapper died I wouldn't be missin' nobody
'Specially if it ain't Styles, 'Kiss or nobody
Busta, Nore, Swizz or nobody
If it ain't Drag, Kim or Fat Joe
I could care less if a cat gotta lay on his back, yo
So, I don't owe y'all niggaz
And y'all might be aight but I don't know y'all niggaz
I mean, it's a couple other niggaz that I've met
With the FS on my chest without press
I got love for Snoop, Puff and Wyclef
And my niggaz Esco, so let's go, yo
Get money nigga, fuck the fame
(The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!)
[CHORUS 2x (Swizz Beats)]
Cassidy! (Man, tell 'em again)
Cassidy! (Man, where ya from?)
Philly (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
The world know I'm a problem, y'all (Hold on, I tried to tell 'em, man!)
Pop That Cannon lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Styles P, Swizz Beatz)
[Intro - Swizz Beatz]
Aooow! banger, let's go
(Swizz, man) Styles P
(Oh, y'all ain't know) Cassidy
Full Surface, listen it's a rap for y'all, whooo!
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow!
[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade
The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg
Nigga I'm sicker then full-blown AIDS
And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age
You been afraid, you sweet like homemade
Lemonade, if it's beef, then the chrome blaze
You could make the newspaper, get ya own page
And make the news too, you know how my dudes do
We wear masks so you can't tell, who's who
And for the cash, we'll blast at you dudes too
Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right
I'm in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light
I'm comin for cash, gun in the dash
And I'm on 21 and a half's (for real cannon)
I got my gat, I ain't walkin without it
And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga
[Chorus - Cassidy + (Swizz Beatz)]
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)
(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)
So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)
(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)
[Verse 2 - Styles P.]
Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now
But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow
No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid
Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid
Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit
Organs on the floor of the van
Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man
Y'all wanna fly like Mike... motherfuckas
So they won't find you, or your Jordans again
Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call
If you don't have my money, in 24 hours
Then the cocksucka won't see his daughter again
It's like the movie that you seen, I'm the star of the screen
I got a roll for you to play... stand here
And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today
Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes
I'ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind
Shit my whole clique commit crimes
Did time, been on the strip and grip nines
But I swear to you motherfuckas
I got my gun right here, I ain't scared of you motherfuckas
I'm a hustler, plus a check cutter
I stretch butter, in ?? X, now that's gutter
I came for war, you know what them thangs is for
Slug make ya blood stain the floor
It ain't a game no more, niggaz gon' respect me
I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li
So don't test me, or the boy S.P
Cause I ain't tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee
You don't impress me, STOP that cannon
Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon
[Chorus]
Blood Pressure lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Swizz Beatz)
[Chorus - Swizz Beatz]
My blood pressure's buildin' [4x]
It's Cassidy trick
It's Cassidy bitch
It's Cassidy clique
It's Cassidy beeyatch!
[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
Ayo, what'chu know 'bout this world I'm in
Everynight I twist up and get drunk 'til I hurl again
Then i'll pour some more and start twirlin' then
And might go and get my pipes up by your girl and them
If you a thug, stop girlin' then
If I see a car in traffic, I'm a jacket like Burlington
It's Cassidy, who's thorough as him, nobody
I keep a gun tucked cause I don't trust nobody
I got plenty biscuits
And ya'll niggaz like skinny bitches yall ain't got nobodies
Watch how you talk to me man
Before you faggots get smacked with the dark skin part of my hand
Understand?
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm the best in building, a prospect destined for millions
Threat to civillians and my blood pressure is building
Catch feelings? You be wet, catchin' a steel in
Weapons directed, at ya' chest, neck and ya' grill and
Still, there's no regrets, but I confessed that I kill men
I spill men's blood on the rug next to there children
And if you wan' set it? Cass' bettin' his deal in
Yes I will win, when I spill extra appealin'
Come to Limekill, we got them exstasy pills and
Got the whip fully equiped except for the ceilin'
I got a stash in it, the Smith-n-Wessun can chill in
I might get arressted, but until then?
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 3]
If I hear you gettin' chips, pitbulls where you sleepin'
Everybody on the fuckin' floor, I'm squeezin'
Click the four, grip your whore by her weave and
Bitch, what muthafuckin' drawer is the keys in?
Got you on your knees like a braud and you pleadin'
(Uh, you got it dog, take it all, I don't need it)
I'll clap you and have you on your carpet, bleedin'
Throw your stuff in the trunk of the Ford then I'm leavin
Now I got a raw load more than I'm needin
And that's the reason, why you and whore is screamin'
Pull this, squeezed then if you holdin' them hammers
I'm focused like disposable cameras, nigga!
[Repeat Chorus until end]
My blood pressure's buildin' [4x]
It's Cassidy trick
It's Cassidy bitch
It's Cassidy clique
It's Cassidy beeyatch!
[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
Ayo, what'chu know 'bout this world I'm in
Everynight I twist up and get drunk 'til I hurl again
Then i'll pour some more and start twirlin' then
And might go and get my pipes up by your girl and them
If you a thug, stop girlin' then
If I see a car in traffic, I'm a jacket like Burlington
It's Cassidy, who's thorough as him, nobody
I keep a gun tucked cause I don't trust nobody
I got plenty biscuits
And ya'll niggaz like skinny bitches yall ain't got nobodies
Watch how you talk to me man
Before you faggots get smacked with the dark skin part of my hand
Understand?
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm the best in building, a prospect destined for millions
Threat to civillians and my blood pressure is building
Catch feelings? You be wet, catchin' a steel in
Weapons directed, at ya' chest, neck and ya' grill and
Still, there's no regrets, but I confessed that I kill men
I spill men's blood on the rug next to there children
And if you wan' set it? Cass' bettin' his deal in
Yes I will win, when I spill extra appealin'
Come to Limekill, we got them exstasy pills and
Got the whip fully equiped except for the ceilin'
I got a stash in it, the Smith-n-Wessun can chill in
I might get arressted, but until then?
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 3]
If I hear you gettin' chips, pitbulls where you sleepin'
Everybody on the fuckin' floor, I'm squeezin'
Click the four, grip your whore by her weave and
Bitch, what muthafuckin' drawer is the keys in?
Got you on your knees like a braud and you pleadin'
(Uh, you got it dog, take it all, I don't need it)
I'll clap you and have you on your carpet, bleedin'
Throw your stuff in the trunk of the Ford then I'm leavin
Now I got a raw load more than I'm needin
And that's the reason, why you and whore is screamin'
Pull this, squeezed then if you holdin' them hammers
I'm focused like disposable cameras, nigga!
[Repeat Chorus until end]
Can I Talk To You lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Jadakiss)
[Chorus]
Yea, I need to talk to you, ok can I talk to you
C’mon c’mon c’mon (hey, let me holla at you)
C’mon c’mon c’mon (yo, stop runnin from me)
[Cassidy]
A yo this Cassidy & niggas is not fuckin wit me man,
And yea, I’m talking wreckless but you gotta respect it,
Its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta,
Yea Kiss talk to em…
[Jadakiss]
You know me K-I-S-S kiss of death
LP soon comin for yall bless bless
Metallic green paint on the impala the S.S.
And I figure the more niggas dead the less stress
You love how I’m hurtin the track
You wanna polly but I’m sort of hard to reach like the dirt on ya back
Hand to hand like I’m workin the sack
And I work out wit my arms so I’ll have no problem workin the mac
Uh, never been a toe stepper, side switcher
A fence jumper, I was 10 wit twin pumpers
Hustled wit the best of them
Did whatever it took to make a quarter I charge niggas to watch wrestlin
I’m heavy threat, D-Block double R full surface yall niggas aint ready yet
[talking]
Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back.
[Chorus X2]
[Cassidy]
You know me C-A-S-S fresh dressed
Just copped some new 4-5’s and a fresh vest
I gets scout cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex
But less tlk you aint got no heart in yo left breast
Go head get yo beef on
I’ll let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothing but ya sneaks on
But it don’t matter cuz ya feets gone
Now that’s restin in pieces so go meet Jesus
You little boys better ease up
Cuz them dudes you think hot’ll see Cass and then freeze up
You wan’ scrap roll ya sleeves up
But I’ll rather squeeze cuz I aint tryin to fuck my trees up
Or wrinkle my dickie I crack a dutch sprinkle the sticky
I know you pissed I got kiss & them wit me, dig me
Cuz you dudes is haters & if you bet that I was gon’ flop you gon’ lose yo paper.
[Chorus X2]
[Jada]
A yo, get it through ya head there’s no stopping me
Nigga the R is double the surface is full the block is D
All it take is a trey 8 & a mass nigga its Jada & Cass I vision ya face waitin to blast
If money was food yall niggas be fastin
And we stuffin our face & eatin wit passion
In the like we runnin numbers
Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin from us
[Cassidy]
They runnin from us cuz they petrified
I lift guns for the exercise
And I spray like insecticides
You bugs better rcognize
When the weapon rise you can catch slugs in ya chest through ya vest & die
You on some sucka shit
So I’ll leave a scar on ya face longer than the knife that I cut you wit
I done paid my dues so I’ll blow ya brains out & then feed it to ya seed like baby food
Bitch!!!
[Chorus X2]
Yea, I need to talk to you, ok can I talk to you
C’mon c’mon c’mon (hey, let me holla at you)
C’mon c’mon c’mon (yo, stop runnin from me)
[Cassidy]
A yo this Cassidy & niggas is not fuckin wit me man,
And yea, I’m talking wreckless but you gotta respect it,
Its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta,
Yea Kiss talk to em…
[Jadakiss]
You know me K-I-S-S kiss of death
LP soon comin for yall bless bless
Metallic green paint on the impala the S.S.
And I figure the more niggas dead the less stress
You love how I’m hurtin the track
You wanna polly but I’m sort of hard to reach like the dirt on ya back
Hand to hand like I’m workin the sack
And I work out wit my arms so I’ll have no problem workin the mac
Uh, never been a toe stepper, side switcher
A fence jumper, I was 10 wit twin pumpers
Hustled wit the best of them
Did whatever it took to make a quarter I charge niggas to watch wrestlin
I’m heavy threat, D-Block double R full surface yall niggas aint ready yet
[talking]
Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back.
[Chorus X2]
[Cassidy]
You know me C-A-S-S fresh dressed
Just copped some new 4-5’s and a fresh vest
I gets scout cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex
But less tlk you aint got no heart in yo left breast
Go head get yo beef on
I’ll let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothing but ya sneaks on
But it don’t matter cuz ya feets gone
Now that’s restin in pieces so go meet Jesus
You little boys better ease up
Cuz them dudes you think hot’ll see Cass and then freeze up
You wan’ scrap roll ya sleeves up
But I’ll rather squeeze cuz I aint tryin to fuck my trees up
Or wrinkle my dickie I crack a dutch sprinkle the sticky
I know you pissed I got kiss & them wit me, dig me
Cuz you dudes is haters & if you bet that I was gon’ flop you gon’ lose yo paper.
[Chorus X2]
[Jada]
A yo, get it through ya head there’s no stopping me
Nigga the R is double the surface is full the block is D
All it take is a trey 8 & a mass nigga its Jada & Cass I vision ya face waitin to blast
If money was food yall niggas be fastin
And we stuffin our face & eatin wit passion
In the like we runnin numbers
Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin from us
[Cassidy]
They runnin from us cuz they petrified
I lift guns for the exercise
And I spray like insecticides
You bugs better rcognize
When the weapon rise you can catch slugs in ya chest through ya vest & die
You on some sucka shit
So I’ll leave a scar on ya face longer than the knife that I cut you wit
I done paid my dues so I’ll blow ya brains out & then feed it to ya seed like baby food
Bitch!!!
[Chorus X2]
Real Talk (Skit) lyrics - Cassidy
[Blood Pressue Playing in Backgroud]
[Justin:] My blood pressures building
my blood pressures building, my blood pressures build-
[Justin's Dad:] Justin, Justin What this? Who's this?
[J:] This is Cassidy
[JD:] Man...he's talkin' about guns, talkin' about drugs, callin' girls whores, bitches!
Is this what you want to listen to.
[J:] Yeah!
[JD:] What's so positive about it?
[J:] Well he has some positive songs but this is my favorite song.
[JD:] Why what makes it so positive, I mean what makes it so you kno interesting?
[J:] The beat... and the ryhmes and everything else
[JD:] I need you to really focuz on your school work not this ??
It could corup you your gonna go to jail
[J:] Wait! no im not it's just music, its crazy music too but im not gonna go to jail
[JD:] Well, I don't wanna hear no more of this Cassidy CD
until I hear some substance some positiviy and some Real Talk ok
thats the end of it O don't wanna hear no more.
[J:] Alright dad.
[Justin:] My blood pressures building
my blood pressures building, my blood pressures build-
[Justin's Dad:] Justin, Justin What this? Who's this?
[J:] This is Cassidy
[JD:] Man...he's talkin' about guns, talkin' about drugs, callin' girls whores, bitches!
Is this what you want to listen to.
[J:] Yeah!
[JD:] What's so positive about it?
[J:] Well he has some positive songs but this is my favorite song.
[JD:] Why what makes it so positive, I mean what makes it so you kno interesting?
[J:] The beat... and the ryhmes and everything else
[JD:] I need you to really focuz on your school work not this ??
It could corup you your gonna go to jail
[J:] Wait! no im not it's just music, its crazy music too but im not gonna go to jail
[JD:] Well, I don't wanna hear no more of this Cassidy CD
until I hear some substance some positiviy and some Real Talk ok
thats the end of it O don't wanna hear no more.
[J:] Alright dad.
Husslin' lyrics - Cassidy
[Swizz Beats]
Turn it up so they can hear this.
It's Full Surface, y'all.
Cassidy c'mon!
I said...It's Full Surface, y'all.
Cassidy, c'mon!
[VERSE 1]
These niggaz wanna act like Cass, wanna stack like Cass
Wanna copy my gear, wear they hat like Cass
Then they try to spit it on a track like Cass
But niggaz hear the track and say, ("That's not Cass!")
Cats don't be clappin' wit the gat like cass
One shell'll make back crack like crabs
Ya flow played out, you been wack like plaid
I peel bills and they come back like scabs
The hoes know won't nobody mack like Cass
Lay the pipe and hit it from the back like Cass
The chain hang, diamonds in that like glass
This crap life switched to the rap life fast
[CHORUS 2x]
From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I'm husslin' (All night long!)
I'm husslin' (To the break of dawn!)
Come on!
[VERSE 2]
These niggaz wanna shop like Cass, play the block like Cass
Wanna copy my flow so they hot like Cass
Niggaz try and get it on lock like Cass
But niggaz hear ya shit and say, ("That's not Cass!")
You don't take bullets out the box like Cass
Load guns that hold a hundred shots like Cass
Roll like Cass, stroll like Cass
Got the blimp that be pimpin' all the hoes like Cass
Niggaz don't be sittin' in the Rov like Cass
Wit the Rolls gold, got they wrist froze like Cass
Who can play the strip and get it sold like Cass
This rap life done switched to my old life fast
[CHORUS 2x]
From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I'm husslin' (All night long!)
I'm husslin' (To the break of dawn!)
Come on!
[VERSE 3]
These niggaz want a brick like Cass to get rich like Cass
Put a bunch of punch lines in they shit like Cass
It's a million niggaz tryna spit like Cass
But niggaz hear they shit and say, ("That's not Cass!")
I get mad when try and bees like this
And dudes that produce try and bees like Swizz
They hit the keys on the MP's like Swizz
But when the beat play I say, "He's not Swizz!"
Y'all niggaz just can't shine like us
We put in time, niggaz ain't grind like us
Name two niggaz you could find like us
Wit the hard beats and the hard rhymes like us
[CHORUS 2x]
From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I'm husslin' (All night long!)
I'm husslin' (To the break of dawn!)
Come on!
Turn it up so they can hear this.
It's Full Surface, y'all.
Cassidy c'mon!
I said...It's Full Surface, y'all.
Cassidy, c'mon!
[VERSE 1]
These niggaz wanna act like Cass, wanna stack like Cass
Wanna copy my gear, wear they hat like Cass
Then they try to spit it on a track like Cass
But niggaz hear the track and say, ("That's not Cass!")
Cats don't be clappin' wit the gat like cass
One shell'll make back crack like crabs
Ya flow played out, you been wack like plaid
I peel bills and they come back like scabs
The hoes know won't nobody mack like Cass
Lay the pipe and hit it from the back like Cass
The chain hang, diamonds in that like glass
This crap life switched to the rap life fast
[CHORUS 2x]
From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I'm husslin' (All night long!)
I'm husslin' (To the break of dawn!)
Come on!
[VERSE 2]
These niggaz wanna shop like Cass, play the block like Cass
Wanna copy my flow so they hot like Cass
Niggaz try and get it on lock like Cass
But niggaz hear ya shit and say, ("That's not Cass!")
You don't take bullets out the box like Cass
Load guns that hold a hundred shots like Cass
Roll like Cass, stroll like Cass
Got the blimp that be pimpin' all the hoes like Cass
Niggaz don't be sittin' in the Rov like Cass
Wit the Rolls gold, got they wrist froze like Cass
Who can play the strip and get it sold like Cass
This rap life done switched to my old life fast
[CHORUS 2x]
From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I'm husslin' (All night long!)
I'm husslin' (To the break of dawn!)
Come on!
[VERSE 3]
These niggaz want a brick like Cass to get rich like Cass
Put a bunch of punch lines in they shit like Cass
It's a million niggaz tryna spit like Cass
But niggaz hear they shit and say, ("That's not Cass!")
I get mad when try and bees like this
And dudes that produce try and bees like Swizz
They hit the keys on the MP's like Swizz
But when the beat play I say, "He's not Swizz!"
Y'all niggaz just can't shine like us
We put in time, niggaz ain't grind like us
Name two niggaz you could find like us
Wit the hard beats and the hard rhymes like us
[CHORUS 2x]
From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I'm husslin' (All night long!)
I'm husslin' (To the break of dawn!)
Come on!
I'm Hungry lyrics - Cassidy
[CHORUS]
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat
[VERSE 1]
I refuse to go back to bein' broke again
I'd rather load the toast wit the shells and sell coke again
Rather put the blow on the scale and sell dope again
Rather put the dro' in the L and inhale smoke again
I refuse to go back to bein' poor again
I'd rather sell dimes outside of the corner store again
Put the guns up and run up in the corner store again
Rather take my gat to Iraq and go to war wit them
I refuse to go back to bein' down again
I'd rather walk around all day wit the tre pound again
Hop out on a clown wit the K and spray rounds again
Get you dug up out ya grave and laid down again
I refuse to go bak to no dough again
I'd rather go to my young boy that grow dro again
Then make a young boy strip wit the 4-4 again
I even make my bitch strip and then go-go again
[CHORUS]
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat
[VERSE 2]
I ain't tryna go back to livin' gutter man
That's why I'm stackin' this cheese to feed my mother, man
Plus I got a step pop and a little brother, man
And I still gotta take care of my baby mothter, man
Now I'm signed some cats is not actin' right
They be thinkin' I'm stackin' 'cuz I be rappin', right?
When you dead the bread can't bring you back to life
But I got family to feed and they got appetites
So I ain't tryne be ridin' on the bus again
Workin' a 9 to 5 that's why I'm husslin'
Got rhymes line for line, man I'm crushin' 'em
This little 9 of mine, man I'm bustin' 'em
I gotta stay on my grind 'cuz I ain't eatin' right
Got bags under my eyes 'cuz I ain't sleepin' right
Even if I ain't beefin' I gotta keep the pipe
You got cake, I'mma eat a slice, nigga!
[CHORUS]
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat
[VERSE 3 (Swizz Beats)]
Man I'm just like a dude in the crib wit no food in the fridge
(Talk to 'em...I'm hungry!)
And I'm just like the guy that you saw that was robbin' the store
(Talk to 'em...I'm hunngry!)
And I'm just like the dude on the block that be movin' the rock
(Talk to 'em...I'm hungry!)
And I'm just like the hustlin' cat that be bustin' his gat
(Talk to 'm...I'm hungry!)
That's why I do what I do
You would too if you knew what I knew
I cop ostriches, got beef like sausages
And I'm hungry as a hostage is (Real talk)
So I'mma keep sellin' coke to ya
'Cuz niggaz gotta eat in the street, it's like a little Ethiopia
That's why I be out here in the street
'Cuz 'till the day I die, man I gotta eat
[CHORUS 2x]
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat
[VERSE 1]
I refuse to go back to bein' broke again
I'd rather load the toast wit the shells and sell coke again
Rather put the blow on the scale and sell dope again
Rather put the dro' in the L and inhale smoke again
I refuse to go back to bein' poor again
I'd rather sell dimes outside of the corner store again
Put the guns up and run up in the corner store again
Rather take my gat to Iraq and go to war wit them
I refuse to go back to bein' down again
I'd rather walk around all day wit the tre pound again
Hop out on a clown wit the K and spray rounds again
Get you dug up out ya grave and laid down again
I refuse to go bak to no dough again
I'd rather go to my young boy that grow dro again
Then make a young boy strip wit the 4-4 again
I even make my bitch strip and then go-go again
[CHORUS]
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat
[VERSE 2]
I ain't tryna go back to livin' gutter man
That's why I'm stackin' this cheese to feed my mother, man
Plus I got a step pop and a little brother, man
And I still gotta take care of my baby mothter, man
Now I'm signed some cats is not actin' right
They be thinkin' I'm stackin' 'cuz I be rappin', right?
When you dead the bread can't bring you back to life
But I got family to feed and they got appetites
So I ain't tryne be ridin' on the bus again
Workin' a 9 to 5 that's why I'm husslin'
Got rhymes line for line, man I'm crushin' 'em
This little 9 of mine, man I'm bustin' 'em
I gotta stay on my grind 'cuz I ain't eatin' right
Got bags under my eyes 'cuz I ain't sleepin' right
Even if I ain't beefin' I gotta keep the pipe
You got cake, I'mma eat a slice, nigga!
[CHORUS]
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat
[VERSE 3 (Swizz Beats)]
Man I'm just like a dude in the crib wit no food in the fridge
(Talk to 'em...I'm hungry!)
And I'm just like the guy that you saw that was robbin' the store
(Talk to 'em...I'm hunngry!)
And I'm just like the dude on the block that be movin' the rock
(Talk to 'em...I'm hungry!)
And I'm just like the hustlin' cat that be bustin' his gat
(Talk to 'm...I'm hungry!)
That's why I do what I do
You would too if you knew what I knew
I cop ostriches, got beef like sausages
And I'm hungry as a hostage is (Real talk)
So I'mma keep sellin' coke to ya
'Cuz niggaz gotta eat in the street, it's like a little Ethiopia
That's why I be out here in the street
'Cuz 'till the day I die, man I gotta eat
[CHORUS 2x]
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat
Around Tha World lyrics - Cassidy
[Swizz Beats]
Let's go round and round the world, Cass
Round and round the world. Cassidy Tha Problem
You are now in zone of Philly's own...Cassidy
[VERSE 1 (Swizz Beats)]
Cassidy I'm gone ball right
I deal wit the raw get it alright
And my chicks get it hard, get it all night
So ladies if you wit me say alright (Alright) say alright
This for my hood mamis
Y'all hard to be trust but what's good mami
I would grip you up if I could mami
'Cuz you ain't gettin' fucked like you should mami
And that ain't good mami
This for the black ladies
We gotta love the mothers of the black babies
'Cuz if we don't do that then it's a wrap baby
So if you from the gutter where you at baby (Oh yeah) where you at baby
This for the white women
The Spanish, Asian and all type women
I got love for my striaght and my dike women
No matter what you like it's alright women (Alright) it's alright women
It's alright
[CHORUS 2x (Swizz Beats)]
To my ladies around the world, world
To my thugs around the world, world
I do this around the world, world
You can't miss me, I'm comin' through
[VERSE 2]
Cassidy I'm gone shine right
Yeah a nigga rhyme, I'm in the limelight
But I had to grind of the crime life
We all gone shine when the time right (Alright) so get ya mind right
This for my hood niggaz
It's hard to come up but what's good nigga
I would break bread if I could nigga
'Cuz you ain't gettin' fed like you should nigga
And that ain't good nigga
This for the rock hustlers
The makin' sales, still on the block hustlers
And in the jails are my cell block hustlers
And most cops just wanna knock hustlers 'cuz they not hustlers
This for my real homies
We done been through it all but we still homies
Man you gotta work hard for a meal homie
Man cats still hungry wit a deal homie, and that's real homie
And that's real
[CHORUS 2x (Swizz Beats)]
To my ladies around the world, world
To my thugs around the world, world
I do this around the world, world
You can't miss me, I'm comin' through
[VERSE 3]
I was born in Philly
We really get it on in Philly
If you from where I'm from I know you feel me
I'mma rep where I'm from until they kill me, until they kill me
And this for N.Y
It's like my second home when I spin by
And them ATL niggaz show me love too
They ladies act crazy when the club do, show me love boo
This for my collie cats
My Baltimore stashin' the ollie cats
From Florida back up to D.C
And Virginia sendin' love when they see me, and that's for GP
I send the rest out
To any other place that I left out
From the north to the east to the west south
Cassidy gone rep 'till he repped out, until he repped out
Yeah yeah
[CHORUS 2x (Swizz Beats)]
To my ladies around the world, world
To my thugs around the world, world
I do this around the world, world
You can't miss me, I'm comin' through
Let's go round and round the world, Cass
Round and round the world. Cassidy Tha Problem
You are now in zone of Philly's own...Cassidy
[VERSE 1 (Swizz Beats)]
Cassidy I'm gone ball right
I deal wit the raw get it alright
And my chicks get it hard, get it all night
So ladies if you wit me say alright (Alright) say alright
This for my hood mamis
Y'all hard to be trust but what's good mami
I would grip you up if I could mami
'Cuz you ain't gettin' fucked like you should mami
And that ain't good mami
This for the black ladies
We gotta love the mothers of the black babies
'Cuz if we don't do that then it's a wrap baby
So if you from the gutter where you at baby (Oh yeah) where you at baby
This for the white women
The Spanish, Asian and all type women
I got love for my striaght and my dike women
No matter what you like it's alright women (Alright) it's alright women
It's alright
[CHORUS 2x (Swizz Beats)]
To my ladies around the world, world
To my thugs around the world, world
I do this around the world, world
You can't miss me, I'm comin' through
[VERSE 2]
Cassidy I'm gone shine right
Yeah a nigga rhyme, I'm in the limelight
But I had to grind of the crime life
We all gone shine when the time right (Alright) so get ya mind right
This for my hood niggaz
It's hard to come up but what's good nigga
I would break bread if I could nigga
'Cuz you ain't gettin' fed like you should nigga
And that ain't good nigga
This for the rock hustlers
The makin' sales, still on the block hustlers
And in the jails are my cell block hustlers
And most cops just wanna knock hustlers 'cuz they not hustlers
This for my real homies
We done been through it all but we still homies
Man you gotta work hard for a meal homie
Man cats still hungry wit a deal homie, and that's real homie
And that's real
[CHORUS 2x (Swizz Beats)]
To my ladies around the world, world
To my thugs around the world, world
I do this around the world, world
You can't miss me, I'm comin' through
[VERSE 3]
I was born in Philly
We really get it on in Philly
If you from where I'm from I know you feel me
I'mma rep where I'm from until they kill me, until they kill me
And this for N.Y
It's like my second home when I spin by
And them ATL niggaz show me love too
They ladies act crazy when the club do, show me love boo
This for my collie cats
My Baltimore stashin' the ollie cats
From Florida back up to D.C
And Virginia sendin' love when they see me, and that's for GP
I send the rest out
To any other place that I left out
From the north to the east to the west south
Cassidy gone rep 'till he repped out, until he repped out
Yeah yeah
[CHORUS 2x (Swizz Beats)]
To my ladies around the world, world
To my thugs around the world, world
I do this around the world, world
You can't miss me, I'm comin' through
Hotel (Remix) lyrics - Cassidy (feat. R Kelly, Trina)
[R Kelly + (Cassidy)]
Ladiessss (Yea, I go by the name of Cassidy)
Ladies (And I got love for the ladies)
Ladies
Ladies (Fo real)
Ladiesss (Remix)
[Chorus]
We're vacationing somewhere on an island
(we chillin [4x])
Drinks of all kind
(we chillin [4x])
Girl you wanna come to my Hotel
Baby I'll leave you my room key
I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl
And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie
[CASSIDY]
Just when you thought I was done
I come wit the remix
But dis for the hood
Good J-O-B Swiss
Yeah I spit rhymes but I grind to see chix
Cum see the strip its like takin a ski trip
Zero degree wrist 80 a whop
My chain blingy pinky full of radiant rocks
I aint Chingy I'm outside the hotel party
Passenger side wit Rob in the Ferrari
I smoke la-la get high like I'm a Marley
Wit the mamiz you can find me where the bar be
Its hot as hell in here got Kels in here
You can smell in the air we got L's in here
Got Cris got Hyp got Belvedere
And ain't nuttin but pretty females in here yeah
Its so terrific on the boat we can float the pacific
And vacation on an island I ain't know existed
[Chorus]
We're vacationing somewhere on an island
(we chillin [4x])
Drinks of all kind
(we chillin [4x])
Girl you wanna come to my Hotel
Baby I'll leave you my room key
I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl
And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie
So if you wanna come to my Hotel
All you gotta do is holla at me
Cuz we havin a after party
Checkin out 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin
[TRINA]
Miss trina and I'm off the chain
And you know I do my thing in the Vero Wang
So fresh so clean 20kt pinky ring
I'm the baddest chick and I'll bitch I'm a queen
I'm back on the scene da chick of your dreams
You're makin me cream and you love when I scream
Now yous a real playa Cassidy
But tell the truth you don't know a bitch as bad as me
After the party is the after party
In the penthouse suite and we actin naughty
Dis chicks so nice got the cris so nice
In the hotel room thoia thoing all nite
And you know I'm ready, L'Pearle teddy
Rock the boat steady till I'm hot and sweaty
In the hotel motel make you wanna go tell
Your homeboys how I put it on you so well
[Chorus]
We're vacationing somewhere on an island
(we chillin [4x])
Drinks of all kind
(we chillin [4x])
Girl you wanna come to my Hotel
Baby I'll leave you my room key
I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl
And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie
So if you wanna come to my Hotel
All you gotta do is holla at me
Cuz we havin a after party
Checkin out 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin
[CASSIDY]
If theres anybody dat do it big in the hotel
Its me see I practically live in the hotel
I put in work in the street
So I can afford to spend 10 grand on room service a week
I got the top chef makin my lunch
And the tip the waiter get prolly more than he make in a month
I'm in the hot tub breaking a blunt
I got 4 freaks in my suite all getting naked at once
While their girlfriends wait in the front
I got plenty cigars and plenty bottles and they not from the mini bar
I got Swissy looking out for me
I'm in the presidential you can see the whole city from my balcony
[Chorus]
We're vacationing somewhere on an island
(we chillin [4x])
Drinks of all kind
(we chillin [4x])
Girl you wanna cum to my Hotel
Baby I'll leave you my room key
I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl
And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie
So if you wanna cum to my Hotel
All you gotta do is holla at me
Cuz we havin a after party
Checkin out 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin
Lauuuu 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin
Lauuuu 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin mornin
[CASSIDY]
Yea yea yea here we go
All my girls round the world I do it for yall
I love you babygirl I do it for yall
Da kid Cas got love I do it for yall
When you see me get a hug I do it for yall
I'll sign an autograph I do it for yall
All around the world I do it for yall
Got love for my girls I do it for yall
It's all rite baby girl I do it for yall yeah
Philly I do it for yall
Full Surface J Records we do it for yall
My man Swissy you know the boy do it for yall
Cassidy the problem man I do it for yall
Split Personalities cummin soon yall
Ladiessss (Yea, I go by the name of Cassidy)
Ladies (And I got love for the ladies)
Ladies
Ladies (Fo real)
Ladiesss (Remix)
[Chorus]
We're vacationing somewhere on an island
(we chillin [4x])
Drinks of all kind
(we chillin [4x])
Girl you wanna come to my Hotel
Baby I'll leave you my room key
I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl
And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie
[CASSIDY]
Just when you thought I was done
I come wit the remix
But dis for the hood
Good J-O-B Swiss
Yeah I spit rhymes but I grind to see chix
Cum see the strip its like takin a ski trip
Zero degree wrist 80 a whop
My chain blingy pinky full of radiant rocks
I aint Chingy I'm outside the hotel party
Passenger side wit Rob in the Ferrari
I smoke la-la get high like I'm a Marley
Wit the mamiz you can find me where the bar be
Its hot as hell in here got Kels in here
You can smell in the air we got L's in here
Got Cris got Hyp got Belvedere
And ain't nuttin but pretty females in here yeah
Its so terrific on the boat we can float the pacific
And vacation on an island I ain't know existed
[Chorus]
We're vacationing somewhere on an island
(we chillin [4x])
Drinks of all kind
(we chillin [4x])
Girl you wanna come to my Hotel
Baby I'll leave you my room key
I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl
And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie
So if you wanna come to my Hotel
All you gotta do is holla at me
Cuz we havin a after party
Checkin out 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin
[TRINA]
Miss trina and I'm off the chain
And you know I do my thing in the Vero Wang
So fresh so clean 20kt pinky ring
I'm the baddest chick and I'll bitch I'm a queen
I'm back on the scene da chick of your dreams
You're makin me cream and you love when I scream
Now yous a real playa Cassidy
But tell the truth you don't know a bitch as bad as me
After the party is the after party
In the penthouse suite and we actin naughty
Dis chicks so nice got the cris so nice
In the hotel room thoia thoing all nite
And you know I'm ready, L'Pearle teddy
Rock the boat steady till I'm hot and sweaty
In the hotel motel make you wanna go tell
Your homeboys how I put it on you so well
[Chorus]
We're vacationing somewhere on an island
(we chillin [4x])
Drinks of all kind
(we chillin [4x])
Girl you wanna come to my Hotel
Baby I'll leave you my room key
I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl
And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie
So if you wanna come to my Hotel
All you gotta do is holla at me
Cuz we havin a after party
Checkin out 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin
[CASSIDY]
If theres anybody dat do it big in the hotel
Its me see I practically live in the hotel
I put in work in the street
So I can afford to spend 10 grand on room service a week
I got the top chef makin my lunch
And the tip the waiter get prolly more than he make in a month
I'm in the hot tub breaking a blunt
I got 4 freaks in my suite all getting naked at once
While their girlfriends wait in the front
I got plenty cigars and plenty bottles and they not from the mini bar
I got Swissy looking out for me
I'm in the presidential you can see the whole city from my balcony
[Chorus]
We're vacationing somewhere on an island
(we chillin [4x])
Drinks of all kind
(we chillin [4x])
Girl you wanna cum to my Hotel
Baby I'll leave you my room key
I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl
And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie
So if you wanna cum to my Hotel
All you gotta do is holla at me
Cuz we havin a after party
Checkin out 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin
Lauuuu 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin
Lauuuu 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin mornin
[CASSIDY]
Yea yea yea here we go
All my girls round the world I do it for yall
I love you babygirl I do it for yall
Da kid Cas got love I do it for yall
When you see me get a hug I do it for yall
I'll sign an autograph I do it for yall
All around the world I do it for yall
Got love for my girls I do it for yall
It's all rite baby girl I do it for yall yeah
Philly I do it for yall
Full Surface J Records we do it for yall
My man Swissy you know the boy do it for yall
Cassidy the problem man I do it for yall
Split Personalities cummin soon yall
Gametime lyrics - Cassidy
[Intro:]
2K (2K11)
Cass
[Chorus x2]
It's game time, game time (Game time)
I can't change my frame of mind
It's game time
I been at it jumping I got hangtime
Cuz I'm a dude that can't lose the game mine
Thats why I ball and go hard at the same time
Its game time but ain't no games gettin played
Me going broke is like Michael Jordan gettin braids
I do my thing my chain, frozen lemonade
The ice on my breath remind me of frozen Minute Maid
I still shine when I'm in the shade
I got a chef, a chauffer, a gopher, and a maid
And I don't like whats on the radio getting played
Or none of those videos that's getting made
I ain't trying to misbehave I'm trying to straighten up
So don't believe nothing that the media making up
I'm trying to get my paper up and ball like 2k
You only good as your last game I came to play
[Chorus x2]
I'ma let the people know why I feel this way
I've got sons I got to feed I got bills to pay
Aye, ain't go do what the game will do
But see I'm trying to maintain I've got things to do
And just to name a few of the moves I make
I ball and refuse to hate
I refuse to take a loss
I'm a boss so my schedule tight
But least I ain't in the precint getting read my rights
Lifes short and I know that my time will come
That's why I'ma try to shine till my time is done
So come on
You gotta keep goin keep improving
Slow motion better than no motion keep it movin
[Chorus to fade]
Gucci, Louis, Fendi lyrics - cassidy
I'm fresh to death I'm so so fly (hustling)
Getting money everyday no lie
I get cream I'm clean everything brand name
And I spent 50 grand just for 1 dam chain
I'm in my Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi that's why stupid niggas envy
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi that's why all these groupies with me.
Let the truth be told
I be gettin stupid hoes
But you go both ways and take it in the dookie hole
I'm with this groupie
My finger in her coochie hole
I made her leave with a sore throat and her coochie swole whooaaa
She gave me head like where poofy go
She dig me cause of my Fendi, Louis, and Gucci clothes
I got stupid flows
My punch lines impeccable
I'll turn you to a vegetable
It ain't beef to be technical
You a retard your bars are unacceptable
Your far from a professional
The streets don't F with you
I'm a veteran too
On point like a decimal
And you on my testicles
I lost all respect for you
Who the heck is you?
I ain't trying to connect with you
Ichat, twitter, direct message you.
Shit you punks can get jumped like checkers do
I can dress but I stay fresh when I'm naked too
I'm fresh to death I'm so so fly (hustling)
Getting money everyday no lie
I get cream I'm clean everything brand name
And I spent 50 grand just for 1 dam chain
I'm in my Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi that's why stupid niggas envy
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi that's why all these groupies with me.
Getting money everyday no lie
I get cream I'm clean everything brand name
And I spent 50 grand just for 1 dam chain
I'm in my Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi that's why stupid niggas envy
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi that's why all these groupies with me.
Let the truth be told
I be gettin stupid hoes
But you go both ways and take it in the dookie hole
I'm with this groupie
My finger in her coochie hole
I made her leave with a sore throat and her coochie swole whooaaa
She gave me head like where poofy go
She dig me cause of my Fendi, Louis, and Gucci clothes
I got stupid flows
My punch lines impeccable
I'll turn you to a vegetable
It ain't beef to be technical
You a retard your bars are unacceptable
Your far from a professional
The streets don't F with you
I'm a veteran too
On point like a decimal
And you on my testicles
I lost all respect for you
Who the heck is you?
I ain't trying to connect with you
Ichat, twitter, direct message you.
Shit you punks can get jumped like checkers do
I can dress but I stay fresh when I'm naked too
I'm fresh to death I'm so so fly (hustling)
Getting money everyday no lie
I get cream I'm clean everything brand name
And I spent 50 grand just for 1 dam chain
I'm in my Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi that's why stupid niggas envy
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi that's why all these groupies with me.
Guess Who's Back? lyrics - Cassidy
[Chorus]
Where the hustlas? Where the hustlas at?
All the cats that trap where the fuck you at?
I’ve been missing for a minute, but the hustla back
And if you hustle you should fuck with that
Where the hustla? where the hustla a?
All the cats that trap where the fuck you at?
I’ve been missing for a minute, put the hustla back
And if you hustle you should fuck with that
Where the hustlas at?
[Verse 1]
I’m back in my bag now, ah
I was chilling in the cut, but that cut got a scab now
I get so much cash now, I send my girl to the Louie store
with 50 grand in her Louie bag now
You and your man going half on a half pound
If you not a stand up nigga, sit your ass down
That chick you cuffing I’m fucking I know you mad now
She just licked the dick and you probably kissing her ass now
I’m with jag in the glass top jag now
And you ain’t got enough money to catch a cab now
I’m the hustla ask around
I wear so much ice, if it melt
It’d probably make my ass drown
I dropped out to sell hard rock but graduated from the school of hard knocks
You a class clown, nobody sound how a cat sound
That’s why I had to come back, cause cats is spitting trash now
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I’m back on my bullshit, I’m not a matador
But the bull strip, popping like a bull whip
4 5 with the full clip on the bull hip
And I got my knife, you might get your jugular split
The bull rich, that’s why whores on a bull’s dick
I make a whore strip, I fuck her then let me balls hit
I’m tryna buy some more whips
That’s why I’m trying to buy more bricks and more pounds of that raw piff
Every ball raw coming out the bull lips
The bull get on beats and and go bunkers like the boy Swizz
The bull and Swizz back together making more hits
The huslta back on some better than before shit
The game was missing my presence,
I just copped the whip topless like the bitches imperfections,
I be running the strip reckless
That’s why I love that white girl
More than them bitches I’m having sex with
[Chorus]
Where the hustlas? Where the hustlas at?
All the cats that trap where the fuck you at?
I’ve been missing for a minute, but the hustla back
And if you hustle you should fuck with that
Where the hustla? where the hustla a?
All the cats that trap where the fuck you at?
I’ve been missing for a minute, put the hustla back
And if you hustle you should fuck with that
Where the hustlas at?
[Verse 1]
I’m back in my bag now, ah
I was chilling in the cut, but that cut got a scab now
I get so much cash now, I send my girl to the Louie store
with 50 grand in her Louie bag now
You and your man going half on a half pound
If you not a stand up nigga, sit your ass down
That chick you cuffing I’m fucking I know you mad now
She just licked the dick and you probably kissing her ass now
I’m with jag in the glass top jag now
And you ain’t got enough money to catch a cab now
I’m the hustla ask around
I wear so much ice, if it melt
It’d probably make my ass drown
I dropped out to sell hard rock but graduated from the school of hard knocks
You a class clown, nobody sound how a cat sound
That’s why I had to come back, cause cats is spitting trash now
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I’m back on my bullshit, I’m not a matador
But the bull strip, popping like a bull whip
4 5 with the full clip on the bull hip
And I got my knife, you might get your jugular split
The bull rich, that’s why whores on a bull’s dick
I make a whore strip, I fuck her then let me balls hit
I’m tryna buy some more whips
That’s why I’m trying to buy more bricks and more pounds of that raw piff
Every ball raw coming out the bull lips
The bull get on beats and and go bunkers like the boy Swizz
The bull and Swizz back together making more hits
The huslta back on some better than before shit
The game was missing my presence,
I just copped the whip topless like the bitches imperfections,
I be running the strip reckless
That’s why I love that white girl
More than them bitches I’m having sex with
[Chorus]
I Get High (Freestyle) lyrics - Cassidy
I aint wit the monkey business kuz my block bananas
Im the shit, I need a get a box of pampers
I just copped some hammers, and ripped some verses
Ima bubble like dish detergent
Yall dudes know I love jews but my biscuits german
This for my chicks gettin a perm and
And gettin they braids did
And my dogs doin the state bid
Alotta niggas spit but I'm sicker than aids is
Liquor and hazes usually the reason why it look like my pupils is bleadin
And who you call hard fallin off to be truthfully speakin
All them dudes used to be decent
And you was stupid for sleepin
On that volume 2 shit
But since then I wrote all kinda new shit
I come thru strips, pop off lead
And make yall dudes roll like hot dog bread
I got that put it in ya nose and sniff it
My records like the wretches to the road to riches
I knock on ya door like jehova witness
And bring niggas to ya crib like ya older sisters
You cant hold ya liquor stop drinkin
Kuz you not thinkin
But watch you sober up when that shot stingin
And the box stinkin murder for hire
Spread ya herb ass on the grass like fertilizer
I heard ya album aint get nowhere
What happened
Im goin platinum like sisqo hair
Niggas get so scared when they hear me on swisses beats
Im versatile I got styles like kissin sheep
Yall weak aint got a smash hit yet
Com'on op, I'm hot like my last piss test
Give cass respect for what I'm doin on the block
You goin in the trunk and we goin to the docks
I dont just show my ass I shit on niggas
I spike my punch lines and spit corn liquor
Throw the clip on quicker, with nothin on my hands
My fingerprints burnt I keep dutches in my hands
Forget a mask, I just frown my face up
You shakin on the ground tryna hold ya face up
And if you wake up, you can tell the cops that
If you get me popped, dog ill get you popped back
Show em' where my spot at, some police in my crib
I hop out jeeps and send theifs in ya crib
Drag you down the steps, heat to ya ribs
Choke eat ya seeds with sheets from the bed
You in the kitchen missin a piece a ya head
I turn the tv on, eat in ya fridge
Lay you out, on the couch, neat with ya kids
So when the neighbor peep they think you sleep but you dead
Im the shit, I need a get a box of pampers
I just copped some hammers, and ripped some verses
Ima bubble like dish detergent
Yall dudes know I love jews but my biscuits german
This for my chicks gettin a perm and
And gettin they braids did
And my dogs doin the state bid
Alotta niggas spit but I'm sicker than aids is
Liquor and hazes usually the reason why it look like my pupils is bleadin
And who you call hard fallin off to be truthfully speakin
All them dudes used to be decent
And you was stupid for sleepin
On that volume 2 shit
But since then I wrote all kinda new shit
I come thru strips, pop off lead
And make yall dudes roll like hot dog bread
I got that put it in ya nose and sniff it
My records like the wretches to the road to riches
I knock on ya door like jehova witness
And bring niggas to ya crib like ya older sisters
You cant hold ya liquor stop drinkin
Kuz you not thinkin
But watch you sober up when that shot stingin
And the box stinkin murder for hire
Spread ya herb ass on the grass like fertilizer
I heard ya album aint get nowhere
What happened
Im goin platinum like sisqo hair
Niggas get so scared when they hear me on swisses beats
Im versatile I got styles like kissin sheep
Yall weak aint got a smash hit yet
Com'on op, I'm hot like my last piss test
Give cass respect for what I'm doin on the block
You goin in the trunk and we goin to the docks
I dont just show my ass I shit on niggas
I spike my punch lines and spit corn liquor
Throw the clip on quicker, with nothin on my hands
My fingerprints burnt I keep dutches in my hands
Forget a mask, I just frown my face up
You shakin on the ground tryna hold ya face up
And if you wake up, you can tell the cops that
If you get me popped, dog ill get you popped back
Show em' where my spot at, some police in my crib
I hop out jeeps and send theifs in ya crib
Drag you down the steps, heat to ya ribs
Choke eat ya seeds with sheets from the bed
You in the kitchen missin a piece a ya head
I turn the tv on, eat in ya fridge
Lay you out, on the couch, neat with ya kids
So when the neighbor peep they think you sleep but you dead
I Get It In lyrics - Cassidy
Uh... Dolla Bill Kids (Da Hustla) (Larsiny Family)
[Chorus]
I I get it in, I get it, I get it in, I get it in, get it in
gaa gaa gaa get it, get it in
I was in the hosptial and I don't been in the pen,
so if they don't get it in
I don't fuck wit them niggas then
I I get it in, I get it, I get it in, I get it in, get it in
gaa gaa gaa get it, get it in
A hustle is a hustle, the hustle never end,
so if they don't get it in
I don't fuck wit them niggas then
[Verse 1]
I'm on probation, tryna not to break the rules
got guns I never shot, I'm tryin not to make the news
I ain't got 40 acres and a mule, but I'm cool
I got cake, I only need a couple acres and a pool
My bitch will never break up, she will hate to make a move
But she know that imma mac like that make-up that she use
I just fucked this cake up on some jewels,
My diamonds yellow like the uniforms that the Lakers and them use
And for your information,
Let's make some clarification
I'm the best and got checks
like a Twitter verification (fire)
I inspire myself,
If you a boss you should hire some help,
and then fire ya self!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm on probation, so I'm tryna take it light
Ran trains on bitches you was tryna make ya wife
I'm chillin, I ain't tryna take ya ice
I'll leave you with ya chain gone
Brain gone
I'm tryna take ya life
Burglary, Burglary!
Emergency, Emergency!
I took the top off
my car need brain surgery
I got similies, metaphores, hypoerbeles
I get respect,
even if he deaf the boul heard of me
No exaggerration,
you depressed, still tryna find the road to success
I had the navigation
(Ayo you fuckin up the game Cass!)
That's why my new watch,
full of blue rocks
I named it Dane Dash
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm on probation, tryin not to catch a case
But I'll probably bust a second nut
Before the second date
If we ain't have sex, I slept with the heffer face
So, one way or another
I fucked ya baby mother
Brother I wiped my pipe off on ya baby covers
So they never played together
But our kids layed together (hahaha ewwww)
And yall still stayed together
We never made cheddar,
Never got paid together
Did you ever mix Sour and Purple Haze together?
Henny and Coke, Vodka and Lemonade together?
I get it in so, I got it made forever
This a record I could hear gettin played forever
[Chorus]
[Talking]
You gotta get it in, no matter what you do,
you gotta, get it gaa, get it in. If you don't get
it in, I don't fuck with you. Pause.... Haha.
I mean, I am cool with alot of maw fuckas, I mean
I'm cool with niggas that trap, niggas that rap,
Niggas that act, constuction workers, electritions,
Cable guys, mail men. I'm cool with niggas in College.
I'm cool with niggas that do alot of different shit.
I even fuck with 0his lil nigga that don't do nothin
But roll dutches1 But dat nigga dutches be nice as a
Maw fucka, he get it in. Haa. If I fuck with you,
You gotta get it no matter what you do. You gotta get
It in man. Real Rap.
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
I I get it in, I get it, I get it in, I get it in, get it in
gaa gaa gaa get it, get it in
I was in the hosptial and I don't been in the pen,
so if they don't get it in
I don't fuck wit them niggas then
I I get it in, I get it, I get it in, I get it in, get it in
gaa gaa gaa get it, get it in
A hustle is a hustle, the hustle never end,
so if they don't get it in
I don't fuck wit them niggas then
[Verse 1]
I'm on probation, tryna not to break the rules
got guns I never shot, I'm tryin not to make the news
I ain't got 40 acres and a mule, but I'm cool
I got cake, I only need a couple acres and a pool
My bitch will never break up, she will hate to make a move
But she know that imma mac like that make-up that she use
I just fucked this cake up on some jewels,
My diamonds yellow like the uniforms that the Lakers and them use
And for your information,
Let's make some clarification
I'm the best and got checks
like a Twitter verification (fire)
I inspire myself,
If you a boss you should hire some help,
and then fire ya self!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm on probation, so I'm tryna take it light
Ran trains on bitches you was tryna make ya wife
I'm chillin, I ain't tryna take ya ice
I'll leave you with ya chain gone
Brain gone
I'm tryna take ya life
Burglary, Burglary!
Emergency, Emergency!
I took the top off
my car need brain surgery
I got similies, metaphores, hypoerbeles
I get respect,
even if he deaf the boul heard of me
No exaggerration,
you depressed, still tryna find the road to success
I had the navigation
(Ayo you fuckin up the game Cass!)
That's why my new watch,
full of blue rocks
I named it Dane Dash
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm on probation, tryin not to catch a case
But I'll probably bust a second nut
Before the second date
If we ain't have sex, I slept with the heffer face
So, one way or another
I fucked ya baby mother
Brother I wiped my pipe off on ya baby covers
So they never played together
But our kids layed together (hahaha ewwww)
And yall still stayed together
We never made cheddar,
Never got paid together
Did you ever mix Sour and Purple Haze together?
Henny and Coke, Vodka and Lemonade together?
I get it in so, I got it made forever
This a record I could hear gettin played forever
[Chorus]
[Talking]
You gotta get it in, no matter what you do,
you gotta, get it gaa, get it in. If you don't get
it in, I don't fuck with you. Pause.... Haha.
I mean, I am cool with alot of maw fuckas, I mean
I'm cool with niggas that trap, niggas that rap,
Niggas that act, constuction workers, electritions,
Cable guys, mail men. I'm cool with niggas in College.
I'm cool with niggas that do alot of different shit.
I even fuck with 0his lil nigga that don't do nothin
But roll dutches1 But dat nigga dutches be nice as a
Maw fucka, he get it in. Haa. If I fuck with you,
You gotta get it no matter what you do. You gotta get
It in man. Real Rap.
[Chorus]
I'm A Hustla (R&B Remix) lyrics - cassidy (feat. Mary J. Blige)
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
See I got my mind right, I'm a stay on the grind
I'm a put my work in
Get in where I fit in (Cause I hustle!)
Seven days of the week (I hustle!)
Just to stay on my feet
To all my single parent mothers just tryna survive
Doing what you gotta do, working nine to five (Cause you hustle!)
Gotta put food on the table (You hustle!)
Gotta keep the family strong
[Cassidy (Mary J.)]
See I rhyme for the money, but I twenties and dimes
I got my mind on my money, for the money I grind (Cuz you hustle!)
I'm just tryna feed my seed (You hustle!)
Cause my mom need the cheese
This for my niggaz on the struggle that's tryna survive
That's ex-cons so they can't get a nine to five (Cuz we hustle!)
Hit the block, do what you do (We hustle!)
Cause other niggaz doin' it too, (yeah!)
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
[Cassidy (Mary J.)]
I stay with the trey-pound, I ain't playin' around
I got my gat at all times, that's the bottom line (Cause you hustle!)
Yeah, 'til I lie in the grave (Cause you hustle!)
Yeah, and I'm a try to get paid
This for my niggaz in the street
That play with the heat
It's Cassidy and M.J. on this Swizz beat (Cause we hustle!)
12 months of the year (We hustle!) It ain't a bunch of frontin' in here (yeah!)
Gotta hold my man down
We ain't playin' around
Got his back at all times
That's the bottom line (Cause we hustle!)
'Til the day we die (We hustle!)
To keep our love alive, to my fam' in the streets
We bringing the heat, Cassidy and Mary J. on the Swizz beat (Cause we hustle!)
7 days a week (we hustle!)
Just to stay on our feet (yeah!)
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
[Cassidy]
Check it, you can fear or respect it
I wanna thank HOV for clearin the record (aight)
If you don't like this song right here, then your ears infected
You need to get your hearing corrected
Stones clear in the necklace, I wear so much plat on my neck
It put bruises on the back of my neck, that's why cats is upset
But I told you I'ma shine when its time to
I put too much time and I been rhymin since nine too
I knew "I'm a Hustla" was a hit
Cause everything I ever got I had to hustle to get
Ain't nobody give me nothing for free
But I'd probably be dead or in jail if it wasn't for T
Gettin booked is a bitch and catchin a slug, scary
I need to feed my seed, thanks for the love Mary
But seein me without the grams on the grind
Is like seein' Wesley Snipes in the tanning salon
I'm... the Hustla (the Hustla...) (yeah)
[Hook x3]
[Cassidy trynna make dudes do a hustla dance]
Do that dance, do that dance
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
Do that dance, do that dance
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
Do that dance, do that dance
It ain't a bunch of frontin' in here (yeah)
[Mary J.]
Gotta hold my man down
We ain't playin around
Got his back at all
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
[Mary J. and beat fades out]
E-ve-ry-day..
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
See I got my mind right, I'm a stay on the grind
I'm a put my work in
Get in where I fit in (Cause I hustle!)
Seven days of the week (I hustle!)
Just to stay on my feet
To all my single parent mothers just tryna survive
Doing what you gotta do, working nine to five (Cause you hustle!)
Gotta put food on the table (You hustle!)
Gotta keep the family strong
[Cassidy (Mary J.)]
See I rhyme for the money, but I twenties and dimes
I got my mind on my money, for the money I grind (Cuz you hustle!)
I'm just tryna feed my seed (You hustle!)
Cause my mom need the cheese
This for my niggaz on the struggle that's tryna survive
That's ex-cons so they can't get a nine to five (Cuz we hustle!)
Hit the block, do what you do (We hustle!)
Cause other niggaz doin' it too, (yeah!)
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
[Cassidy (Mary J.)]
I stay with the trey-pound, I ain't playin' around
I got my gat at all times, that's the bottom line (Cause you hustle!)
Yeah, 'til I lie in the grave (Cause you hustle!)
Yeah, and I'm a try to get paid
This for my niggaz in the street
That play with the heat
It's Cassidy and M.J. on this Swizz beat (Cause we hustle!)
12 months of the year (We hustle!) It ain't a bunch of frontin' in here (yeah!)
Gotta hold my man down
We ain't playin' around
Got his back at all times
That's the bottom line (Cause we hustle!)
'Til the day we die (We hustle!)
To keep our love alive, to my fam' in the streets
We bringing the heat, Cassidy and Mary J. on the Swizz beat (Cause we hustle!)
7 days a week (we hustle!)
Just to stay on our feet (yeah!)
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
[Cassidy]
Check it, you can fear or respect it
I wanna thank HOV for clearin the record (aight)
If you don't like this song right here, then your ears infected
You need to get your hearing corrected
Stones clear in the necklace, I wear so much plat on my neck
It put bruises on the back of my neck, that's why cats is upset
But I told you I'ma shine when its time to
I put too much time and I been rhymin since nine too
I knew "I'm a Hustla" was a hit
Cause everything I ever got I had to hustle to get
Ain't nobody give me nothing for free
But I'd probably be dead or in jail if it wasn't for T
Gettin booked is a bitch and catchin a slug, scary
I need to feed my seed, thanks for the love Mary
But seein me without the grams on the grind
Is like seein' Wesley Snipes in the tanning salon
I'm... the Hustla (the Hustla...) (yeah)
[Hook x3]
[Cassidy trynna make dudes do a hustla dance]
Do that dance, do that dance
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
Do that dance, do that dance
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
Do that dance, do that dance
It ain't a bunch of frontin' in here (yeah)
[Mary J.]
Gotta hold my man down
We ain't playin around
Got his back at all
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
[Mary J. and beat fades out]
E-ve-ry-day..
Niggaz Is Wack lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Jag)
Rap is like setup,
Alotta games, alotta sucka's with colorful names
I'm so and so, I'm this I'm that
(huh) but they all just wick wick whack!
Ye, ladys and gentlemen, with no further adue
Ye, I spit bars and I spray down hoods
I cant be wack, everything I say sound good
I punch you niggas stump you like a A-town hood
But no name throwin' punches like you lay down, should
Niggas trippin' like the grey hound hood
Ill put the metal in you
Ill I say is spray rounds hood them shells leveling you
Real is real, cold is cold, old is old
You cats sold your soul like Kanye
You got the devil in you
Play it cool cause my team is like apes
Real nigga have a rat nigga seen you like drake, wait
South central I'm a veteran there, on fire
Jag smokin' like peppermint hair
Hommie show some type of love
You and your floyed bag
You try'na destroy jag
Say I'm on some type of drug but
I ain't on the roids just piff, clown
You sick now you playing and I'm sprayin' like
Chris brown, so get down
Chain got em stingin' like Chris now
Paul niggas yall bitches all on my dick now
I'm pissed now, leavin trails smellin' like shit now
I took shit south, got me a brick house like Rick now
Its lost in me and we dat click now
You niggas boo boo
You can slide it in my house man my click coo coo
Hella gats have you skatin' like the bitch new new
We da'' best out bitch screw you...Jag
[Chorus]
My truck got a sunroof, the coup chopped it in half
I buy property, but not with monopoly cash
Lil mommy ask, did you hit the lottery cass?
Then gave me brain like I'm takin a psychology class
I'm the shit jumpin in my colostomy bag
It's a gift, I could come up with analogies fast
You know I'm hot like venus, and I'm cold like Pluto
I'm a genius I could jump in my astronomy bag
Since you ain't got a job like Tommy you mad
Us eatin' ain't the reason the economy bad
You a bitch like all the baby mommas you had
I'm pilin' in the line up you don't want no drama with cass
If your forgot 'dat I was hot, I'm remindin' your ass
I'm so hot that I could pop the thermometer glass, cass
Women love him, gats, got plenty of em
When shit pop you could get shot with any of em
As far as females I got too many of em
That's why I switch every year,
I got chicks everywhere yea,
Every chick I be bringing by
On my dick so they go down quick like the kinda ki
I, stroker make a rida like a rolla coaster
With Cass, she be screamin like she has six flags
I never spit trash but now that I'm with Jag
You could get smashed quick fast with ya' bitch ass...Cass
[Chorus]
Alotta games, alotta sucka's with colorful names
I'm so and so, I'm this I'm that
(huh) but they all just wick wick whack!
Ye, ladys and gentlemen, with no further adue
Ye, I spit bars and I spray down hoods
I cant be wack, everything I say sound good
I punch you niggas stump you like a A-town hood
But no name throwin' punches like you lay down, should
Niggas trippin' like the grey hound hood
Ill put the metal in you
Ill I say is spray rounds hood them shells leveling you
Real is real, cold is cold, old is old
You cats sold your soul like Kanye
You got the devil in you
Play it cool cause my team is like apes
Real nigga have a rat nigga seen you like drake, wait
South central I'm a veteran there, on fire
Jag smokin' like peppermint hair
Hommie show some type of love
You and your floyed bag
You try'na destroy jag
Say I'm on some type of drug but
I ain't on the roids just piff, clown
You sick now you playing and I'm sprayin' like
Chris brown, so get down
Chain got em stingin' like Chris now
Paul niggas yall bitches all on my dick now
I'm pissed now, leavin trails smellin' like shit now
I took shit south, got me a brick house like Rick now
Its lost in me and we dat click now
You niggas boo boo
You can slide it in my house man my click coo coo
Hella gats have you skatin' like the bitch new new
We da'' best out bitch screw you...Jag
[Chorus]
My truck got a sunroof, the coup chopped it in half
I buy property, but not with monopoly cash
Lil mommy ask, did you hit the lottery cass?
Then gave me brain like I'm takin a psychology class
I'm the shit jumpin in my colostomy bag
It's a gift, I could come up with analogies fast
You know I'm hot like venus, and I'm cold like Pluto
I'm a genius I could jump in my astronomy bag
Since you ain't got a job like Tommy you mad
Us eatin' ain't the reason the economy bad
You a bitch like all the baby mommas you had
I'm pilin' in the line up you don't want no drama with cass
If your forgot 'dat I was hot, I'm remindin' your ass
I'm so hot that I could pop the thermometer glass, cass
Women love him, gats, got plenty of em
When shit pop you could get shot with any of em
As far as females I got too many of em
That's why I switch every year,
I got chicks everywhere yea,
Every chick I be bringing by
On my dick so they go down quick like the kinda ki
I, stroker make a rida like a rolla coaster
With Cass, she be screamin like she has six flags
I never spit trash but now that I'm with Jag
You could get smashed quick fast with ya' bitch ass...Cass
[Chorus]
Speaking In Tongues lyrics - Cassidy
Yea, feel me,
Who else wanna hold this down?
Yea, The hustler,
I'm the problem lemme introduce myself
My life rough but, I would never shoot myself
Anything I once done I execute myself
I'm a one man army I solute myself
I'm the hustler lemme introduce myself
I just stood on the block and got loot myself
??
I'm the truth in the booth I solute myself
You ain't got no wins in me casa
That piffy get me open I be smokin like a rasta, Vodka,
Henny get the semi or the choppa, blocka,
You be screamin "Get me to the doctor!"
The hustler, Yea,
Philly, Yea,
Show time lets go grind its a gold mine we be rich in no time,
I'm gettin guap strip poppin
If they hear some they be speakin' in tongues
What you say? I cant hear you?
My glock poppin' whats poppin?
I ain't fuckin dumb, you don't never bust guns,
What you say? Get the fuck outta here
Yo, You already know my flow been discussed and I been hustlin I dont really need an introduction
But I'ma introduce myself anyway,
I'm the hustler And you could try your hand anyday,
Anywhere, any place, at any time
I did plenty crimes, I got pulled like many blimes,
Look, Yall took my shit way to many times,
Any rhyme you spit gonna sound like one of mine,
But the many kind, You a mini me, I'm a amazon, If you wanna battle stand in line,
I'm a man with mine If you think you better then me then prove it, I'm undefeated,
You lost before and you gonna lose again,
You will get chewed again,
That's what kinda mood I'm in,
I'm gonna make spittin hot punch lines cool again,
You dudes hot right where the hot music then?
People ain't gonna let you keep foolin them,
Ain't nothin change Im still aimin, bangin still,
You don't gang bang for real, you still need trainin wheels,
Cause you not a rider,
I'll show you how the flamer feels
Hotter whole clip and a bullet in the chamber feels,
You don't know how carrying a banger feel,
You don't get no respect like Rodney Dangerfield You prolly never slammed crack cocaine for real,
Or took them white things on an airplane for real, I had my young boy slang your grills,
And this little bitch runnin with the rocker one named a mil,
You could ask about me my name is real,
I'm a one man army and I was trained to kill,
For real.
Who else wanna hold this down?
Yea, The hustler,
I'm the problem lemme introduce myself
My life rough but, I would never shoot myself
Anything I once done I execute myself
I'm a one man army I solute myself
I'm the hustler lemme introduce myself
I just stood on the block and got loot myself
??
I'm the truth in the booth I solute myself
You ain't got no wins in me casa
That piffy get me open I be smokin like a rasta, Vodka,
Henny get the semi or the choppa, blocka,
You be screamin "Get me to the doctor!"
The hustler, Yea,
Philly, Yea,
Show time lets go grind its a gold mine we be rich in no time,
I'm gettin guap strip poppin
If they hear some they be speakin' in tongues
What you say? I cant hear you?
My glock poppin' whats poppin?
I ain't fuckin dumb, you don't never bust guns,
What you say? Get the fuck outta here
Yo, You already know my flow been discussed and I been hustlin I dont really need an introduction
But I'ma introduce myself anyway,
I'm the hustler And you could try your hand anyday,
Anywhere, any place, at any time
I did plenty crimes, I got pulled like many blimes,
Look, Yall took my shit way to many times,
Any rhyme you spit gonna sound like one of mine,
But the many kind, You a mini me, I'm a amazon, If you wanna battle stand in line,
I'm a man with mine If you think you better then me then prove it, I'm undefeated,
You lost before and you gonna lose again,
You will get chewed again,
That's what kinda mood I'm in,
I'm gonna make spittin hot punch lines cool again,
You dudes hot right where the hot music then?
People ain't gonna let you keep foolin them,
Ain't nothin change Im still aimin, bangin still,
You don't gang bang for real, you still need trainin wheels,
Cause you not a rider,
I'll show you how the flamer feels
Hotter whole clip and a bullet in the chamber feels,
You don't know how carrying a banger feel,
You don't get no respect like Rodney Dangerfield You prolly never slammed crack cocaine for real,
Or took them white things on an airplane for real, I had my young boy slang your grills,
And this little bitch runnin with the rocker one named a mil,
You could ask about me my name is real,
I'm a one man army and I was trained to kill,
For real.
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