[Chorus:]
To get away I got to pray that I'll
Make some cheese and get out these crazy streets
To get away I got to pray that I'll
Make some gwop and get off this crazy block
To get away I got to pray that I'll
Make some cake and get out this crazy place
To get away I got to pray that it'll
Be all good if I get oout this crazy hood and I pray
[Verse 1:]
I pray everyday for a better life but it's never a night I ain't trying
to get my cheddar right make it better christ I'm on both of my knees
I'm trying to stop coppin' cope by the keys I'm sorry father but I got
to keep a toaster to squeeze I be stressin' 'cause the blessings I'm
supposed to recieve I ain't gettin' yo I'm supposed to succeed but I
didn't yo I didn't know 'cause I was naive but now I'm gettin' dough my
son gettin' plead I hit the stage and spit a flow I rip the show and
make enough monet to but a brick of snowI get to travel to places you
never get to go so I got to move from the block I'm a lot richer yo I'm a
lot sicker yo I make hits quicker yo when I blaze the haze and mix it
with the liquor yo niggaz know to get cake I need these streets so I'm a
stay but I pray that I could leave these streets everyday
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
For a life full of transgressions is heaven harder than inner are the
roads to the pearly gates all for repenters is the harder the winter the
harder the sinner lord I blow so much kush the answers hard to remember
I knowI ought to go to church and pay my tides but I'd rather pay the
hand I'm delt and wake my eyes and I drop to my knees and I pray my god
that when you save my soul you save my squad 'cause they some viscious
killas that'll spare no life they don't pray to our lie and they don't
fear no christ so don't where no ice 'cause they'll run up and clap you
dummy which proves my thoery the route to evil's the lack of money so
that's the reason why I stack my monet I'm tryin to move from these
streets and consentrate on this rapper money
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Man we supposed to be family and we all hood if we all could get money
it'll be all good 'cause we all street but we all deep I'm tryin' to
make more to make sure that we all eat until we all fall then we get fed
then get bread we hustlin' to try to stop sufferin' yea I put my L in
the air I got love for them and everyday I pray that they stop
strugglin' for real
[Chorus]
Innocent (Misunderstood) lyrics - Cassidy
Did My Time In A County Jail
Just When Fiens Started Going well
And I Paid The Price For The Crimes I Did
[Chorus:]
I'm A Innocent Man... misunderstood
I'm A Innocent Man... just From The Hood
I'm A Innocent Man... misunderstood
I'm A Innocent Man... just From The Hood
[Verse 1:]
I Do The Damn Thing
Bezzel And The Band Bling
Sling Grams Spend 10 Grand On A Damn Ring
I Run Philly, I Ain't Trying Be The Damn King
But The Damn Thing Can Get Pulled Like A Hamstring
I Use To Hang With These Niggas From My Hood Mane
Yea I Showed Them The World I Took Them Out The Hood Mane
Yea It Cost Some Change But It's All Good Mane
Cause I Got Money To Burn Like Pack Woods Mane
And We Was Smoking, Joking And Poppin Bottles
Getting Open Storking Poking And Poppin Modles
I Was Hoping That They Could Get Paper With Me
But When I Start Gettin Cake They Start Hating On Me
They Showed Up To The Crib That My Mother Was At, My Son Baby Mother And My Brother Was At
And The Was Strapped Acting Tough And Start Busting The Gak
And Th Protect My Family I Start Busting It Back... black
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Jail Vicious It's Hard To Be Patient And Stay Strong
When You Get Pictures Of Chicks Half Naked In They Thongs
The Anticipation Be Making The Days Long
I Waited Cause I Just Gotta Make It Like Trey Songs
My Lawyers couldn't lose The Proved The D-a Wrong
I Smiled At The Trial, Kept Cool And Stayed Clam
I Waved At My Mom And Swallowed My Pride Man
Them Guys On The Stand Brought Tears To My Eyes Man
The Stuff They Was Discussing Was Nothing But Lies Man
They Said I Bust The Chrome At Homie That Died Man
I Thought Them Lil Dudes Was Apart Of My Squad Man
They Started Acting Up But They must've Been High Man
You See That I Ain't Shook From The Look In My Eyes Man
But Being Booked Was A Blessing In Disguise Man
I Needed Time To Get My Life Organized Man
So Everything That Happend Was Part Of My Gods Plan
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Involuntary Manslaughter Just Porole
I Spanked The Murder Like A Bad Ass 6 Year Old
I Knew That I Was Gone Be Rich Since I Was 6 Years Old
Now I'm The Richest Rapper Under 26 Years Old
So It's On Now, I'm Home Now It's A Celebration
I Got My Drink And My 2 Step Cause I'm Elevating
I'm Gettin Hela Caking With The Number One Record
But I'll Still Bust My Gun If You Come Test It... yea
Change The Life... that I Live
Got Me Living Fine... negative
Is The Game... destroying Me?
So I Pray To God That He Has My Seed
[Chorus x2: with Talking Form Cassidy]
Tea I'm A Innocent Man
They Tried To Give Me The Death Penalty Or Life Witout The Possibility Of Porole
But Thanks To God I'm Here Now
And I Wanna Say Rest In Peace To Desmond Hawkins And I Wanna Give Respects Out To His Family
Cause They Didn't Have Nothing To Do With It I Apologize But You Really Can't Knock Me For
Riding For My Family Cause You Would Do The Same... fa Real
Just When Fiens Started Going well
And I Paid The Price For The Crimes I Did
[Chorus:]
I'm A Innocent Man... misunderstood
I'm A Innocent Man... just From The Hood
I'm A Innocent Man... misunderstood
I'm A Innocent Man... just From The Hood
[Verse 1:]
I Do The Damn Thing
Bezzel And The Band Bling
Sling Grams Spend 10 Grand On A Damn Ring
I Run Philly, I Ain't Trying Be The Damn King
But The Damn Thing Can Get Pulled Like A Hamstring
I Use To Hang With These Niggas From My Hood Mane
Yea I Showed Them The World I Took Them Out The Hood Mane
Yea It Cost Some Change But It's All Good Mane
Cause I Got Money To Burn Like Pack Woods Mane
And We Was Smoking, Joking And Poppin Bottles
Getting Open Storking Poking And Poppin Modles
I Was Hoping That They Could Get Paper With Me
But When I Start Gettin Cake They Start Hating On Me
They Showed Up To The Crib That My Mother Was At, My Son Baby Mother And My Brother Was At
And The Was Strapped Acting Tough And Start Busting The Gak
And Th Protect My Family I Start Busting It Back... black
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Jail Vicious It's Hard To Be Patient And Stay Strong
When You Get Pictures Of Chicks Half Naked In They Thongs
The Anticipation Be Making The Days Long
I Waited Cause I Just Gotta Make It Like Trey Songs
My Lawyers couldn't lose The Proved The D-a Wrong
I Smiled At The Trial, Kept Cool And Stayed Clam
I Waved At My Mom And Swallowed My Pride Man
Them Guys On The Stand Brought Tears To My Eyes Man
The Stuff They Was Discussing Was Nothing But Lies Man
They Said I Bust The Chrome At Homie That Died Man
I Thought Them Lil Dudes Was Apart Of My Squad Man
They Started Acting Up But They must've Been High Man
You See That I Ain't Shook From The Look In My Eyes Man
But Being Booked Was A Blessing In Disguise Man
I Needed Time To Get My Life Organized Man
So Everything That Happend Was Part Of My Gods Plan
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Involuntary Manslaughter Just Porole
I Spanked The Murder Like A Bad Ass 6 Year Old
I Knew That I Was Gone Be Rich Since I Was 6 Years Old
Now I'm The Richest Rapper Under 26 Years Old
So It's On Now, I'm Home Now It's A Celebration
I Got My Drink And My 2 Step Cause I'm Elevating
I'm Gettin Hela Caking With The Number One Record
But I'll Still Bust My Gun If You Come Test It... yea
Change The Life... that I Live
Got Me Living Fine... negative
Is The Game... destroying Me?
So I Pray To God That He Has My Seed
[Chorus x2: with Talking Form Cassidy]
Tea I'm A Innocent Man
They Tried To Give Me The Death Penalty Or Life Witout The Possibility Of Porole
But Thanks To God I'm Here Now
And I Wanna Say Rest In Peace To Desmond Hawkins And I Wanna Give Respects Out To His Family
Cause They Didn't Have Nothing To Do With It I Apologize But You Really Can't Knock Me For
Riding For My Family Cause You Would Do The Same... fa Real
Cash Rules lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Eve)
Cassidy
Evee e
And Bone Thugs [x4]
[Cassidy:]
Yo to get the cash I get the mask
My trigga finga itch so I'm quick to blast
I'm quick to spaz I'll strip ya ass
Put a bullet in the clip and come get ya ass
Nigga this bones an mista cash
Niggas on my dick like you with them cats
Niggas never heardd me spit this fast got niggas on the strip if you hit the glass
(yo switch it cas)
I can change the flow
Yo you the type of cat that give my name to po po
You a rat, you a lame with no doe
Push ya weight back when I bang the fo fo
I grip it and blast for it
Nigga you can get it if you ask for it
I can spit it in fast fowardd
(or I can go it slower)
Chop and screw it
Had the whole midwest rockin to it
Had the whole ddown south snappin to it
Get the whole east coast back into it
I'm the cat to do
Whole west coast gone bang to this
I ddo this for my niggas with cain to pitch
They never should have let me get the hang of this
Now I spit game so dangerous
I'm amazin homes
When I raise the chrome
Put the laza on then blaze the chrome
Thou shall never fuck with Layzie Bone
Can't forget Wish and Krayzie Bone
And bes believe that if you fuck with eve I'm gonna kill you
I rep to the def
F to the s man it don't get no reala
[Chorus: x2]
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me
Cash rulez everything around me
[Krayzie Bone:]
Niggas better listen to the warnin
Run up on a nigga he die
Can't find him till the mornin
Believe me ain't scared to put it on ya
Leave you in a feild in califonia
Nigga make money, get money, big money
Casue when a motha fucka broke ain't shit funny
Betta believe
Cash rule everything around me
So don't bring yo broke ass around me
Spitta
Nigga wigga?
For the scrilla
Killa
Dolla billa
And in the middle of the drama I'm gonna be goin inside of ya pocket
For the profit
So drop it
Nigga this cas and bone
Light up some hash and pass the chrome
Any nigga with a missunderstandin gone get handled
And that's for sho
[Wish Bone:]
Nigga shut it down
We ddont fuck around
If a nigga disrespect make him lay ddown
You can get it in the street
And I'm raised up
Nigga lay face ddown
Nigga give me that shit
What I'm posed to do
When a nigga ridde through
With his moneyy I want itt
What I'm tryin to say been doin this stuff
Fake niggas ddt want ittt
Hit hard drop a body guard
You don't want what's over here
Nigga betta watch ya braud
Cause she'll tell it all
Andd we will bring it over there
Nigga this bone and cas who can fuck with that
Ain't no body gone rat we no that
Make a nigga bow down
Cut him all in the face
His hole camp on hush
Nigga that's our ways
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
Betta give me my money man
I ain't runnin games
Me an lil cas like one in the same
We want it, we need it you betta believe it
An if you ain't got it we gunnin mann
I ain't askin twice I never been that nice
No niggas been killed for a game of dice
He come short on the dept and he paid the price
Stayin at home with a safety light
Choose to gamble
Mista ramble
Nigga like that get made example
I'm a tell you like a biggy sample
Come short on the ddope
Get ya contract canceled
I'm out sidde first with pleny of amo
This full surface nig hard to handle
Nigga run up betta bet he get dismantled
Got him glues to the tank? can't change the chanel
[Eve:]
I was born to be a rich bitch
Can't ever block me from this ddoe
Nigga riddiculous
Ya you see me
Ermez? head to toe
Nigga witness
You can't stop me pop on the jet head to paris for a hour
Jus to cop me a dress
You call it crazy
Well I call it life
An I'm makin sure I'm all good
Nigga it's hard to rich fuck broke
I remember that bein in the hood
And I ain't never goin back
Fuck that
Got to much of what I want and need
Ya you hatas we love you hate it
Cassidy bones an eve
[Chorus]
Evee e
And Bone Thugs [x4]
[Cassidy:]
Yo to get the cash I get the mask
My trigga finga itch so I'm quick to blast
I'm quick to spaz I'll strip ya ass
Put a bullet in the clip and come get ya ass
Nigga this bones an mista cash
Niggas on my dick like you with them cats
Niggas never heardd me spit this fast got niggas on the strip if you hit the glass
(yo switch it cas)
I can change the flow
Yo you the type of cat that give my name to po po
You a rat, you a lame with no doe
Push ya weight back when I bang the fo fo
I grip it and blast for it
Nigga you can get it if you ask for it
I can spit it in fast fowardd
(or I can go it slower)
Chop and screw it
Had the whole midwest rockin to it
Had the whole ddown south snappin to it
Get the whole east coast back into it
I'm the cat to do
Whole west coast gone bang to this
I ddo this for my niggas with cain to pitch
They never should have let me get the hang of this
Now I spit game so dangerous
I'm amazin homes
When I raise the chrome
Put the laza on then blaze the chrome
Thou shall never fuck with Layzie Bone
Can't forget Wish and Krayzie Bone
And bes believe that if you fuck with eve I'm gonna kill you
I rep to the def
F to the s man it don't get no reala
[Chorus: x2]
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me
Cash rulez everything around me
[Krayzie Bone:]
Niggas better listen to the warnin
Run up on a nigga he die
Can't find him till the mornin
Believe me ain't scared to put it on ya
Leave you in a feild in califonia
Nigga make money, get money, big money
Casue when a motha fucka broke ain't shit funny
Betta believe
Cash rule everything around me
So don't bring yo broke ass around me
Spitta
Nigga wigga?
For the scrilla
Killa
Dolla billa
And in the middle of the drama I'm gonna be goin inside of ya pocket
For the profit
So drop it
Nigga this cas and bone
Light up some hash and pass the chrome
Any nigga with a missunderstandin gone get handled
And that's for sho
[Wish Bone:]
Nigga shut it down
We ddont fuck around
If a nigga disrespect make him lay ddown
You can get it in the street
And I'm raised up
Nigga lay face ddown
Nigga give me that shit
What I'm posed to do
When a nigga ridde through
With his moneyy I want itt
What I'm tryin to say been doin this stuff
Fake niggas ddt want ittt
Hit hard drop a body guard
You don't want what's over here
Nigga betta watch ya braud
Cause she'll tell it all
Andd we will bring it over there
Nigga this bone and cas who can fuck with that
Ain't no body gone rat we no that
Make a nigga bow down
Cut him all in the face
His hole camp on hush
Nigga that's our ways
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
Betta give me my money man
I ain't runnin games
Me an lil cas like one in the same
We want it, we need it you betta believe it
An if you ain't got it we gunnin mann
I ain't askin twice I never been that nice
No niggas been killed for a game of dice
He come short on the dept and he paid the price
Stayin at home with a safety light
Choose to gamble
Mista ramble
Nigga like that get made example
I'm a tell you like a biggy sample
Come short on the ddope
Get ya contract canceled
I'm out sidde first with pleny of amo
This full surface nig hard to handle
Nigga run up betta bet he get dismantled
Got him glues to the tank? can't change the chanel
[Eve:]
I was born to be a rich bitch
Can't ever block me from this ddoe
Nigga riddiculous
Ya you see me
Ermez? head to toe
Nigga witness
You can't stop me pop on the jet head to paris for a hour
Jus to cop me a dress
You call it crazy
Well I call it life
An I'm makin sure I'm all good
Nigga it's hard to rich fuck broke
I remember that bein in the hood
And I ain't never goin back
Fuck that
Got to much of what I want and need
Ya you hatas we love you hate it
Cassidy bones an eve
[Chorus]
Leanin' On The Lord lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Angie Stone)
[Intro: Cassidy]
Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
[Chorus: Angie Stone]
Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side [x2]
[Verse 1]
Here's a story about a youngin' that started off strugglin'
He didn't like his life so he started off hustlin'
He was doin good in the hood with the cane
Whole hood knew his name, he had neighborhood fame
Now he stays dressed up
Just copped the fresh trucks
Stepped his rep up, plus he stepped his connect up
But guess what, he don't even mess with his old niggas
They hatin' cause he makin' more money those niggas
So one day when he was chillin on the block, dealin' rock
Tryin' to make a killin' on the block
Some dudes came, masks down, told him lay his ass down
Then they blasts rounds and started fillin' him with shots
He can't feel his legs, got grazed in his head yo
He might be paralyzed but he could've been dead though
He on his bed yo, prayin' to God
If he survives that he promise to stay on his side
[Chorus (x2)]
Here's a story about a shorty chasin' the cream
Her daddy was an inmate, her mommy was a fiend
Her grandmoms old so she couldn't get control of her
It was all love 'til the drugs took a hold of her
First it was liquor then it was weed
Then next came the wet then the syrup and V's, E's
Oxy Contin, she poppin' them pills
And if you got a couple dollars she'll hop in your wheel (For real)
Until one day a nigga with paper
Took her out, got her pilled up then he raped up
Fam even had a camcorder and taped her
As soon as her high faded, shorty felt violated
So she stopped gettin' high all the damn time
Only person she could talk to was her grandmom
Now every Sunday she be goin' to church with her
She leaned on the lord, now he startin' to work with her
[Chorus (x2)]
Here's a story about a young rapper named Cassidy
He started off at 13, I mean he actually
Signed his first deal when he was still goin' to high school
10th grade, way back then he was a fly dude
He played by the rules, determined to get cake
He started off battlin' and rippin' the mixtapes
But he didn't take the same path that the rest do
He dropped a debut that was highly successful
That's when the respect came, that's when the checks came
He realized life is like playin' a chess game
Him and Swizz, they started makin' the next album
They say when you make more money expect problems
But the problem that he faced was unheard of
They locked him up, no bail and charged him with murder
But now he got his freedom restored
And he livin' his dream that's why he leanin' on the side of the lord
[Chorus (x6)]
Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
[Chorus: Angie Stone]
Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side [x2]
[Verse 1]
Here's a story about a youngin' that started off strugglin'
He didn't like his life so he started off hustlin'
He was doin good in the hood with the cane
Whole hood knew his name, he had neighborhood fame
Now he stays dressed up
Just copped the fresh trucks
Stepped his rep up, plus he stepped his connect up
But guess what, he don't even mess with his old niggas
They hatin' cause he makin' more money those niggas
So one day when he was chillin on the block, dealin' rock
Tryin' to make a killin' on the block
Some dudes came, masks down, told him lay his ass down
Then they blasts rounds and started fillin' him with shots
He can't feel his legs, got grazed in his head yo
He might be paralyzed but he could've been dead though
He on his bed yo, prayin' to God
If he survives that he promise to stay on his side
[Chorus (x2)]
Here's a story about a shorty chasin' the cream
Her daddy was an inmate, her mommy was a fiend
Her grandmoms old so she couldn't get control of her
It was all love 'til the drugs took a hold of her
First it was liquor then it was weed
Then next came the wet then the syrup and V's, E's
Oxy Contin, she poppin' them pills
And if you got a couple dollars she'll hop in your wheel (For real)
Until one day a nigga with paper
Took her out, got her pilled up then he raped up
Fam even had a camcorder and taped her
As soon as her high faded, shorty felt violated
So she stopped gettin' high all the damn time
Only person she could talk to was her grandmom
Now every Sunday she be goin' to church with her
She leaned on the lord, now he startin' to work with her
[Chorus (x2)]
Here's a story about a young rapper named Cassidy
He started off at 13, I mean he actually
Signed his first deal when he was still goin' to high school
10th grade, way back then he was a fly dude
He played by the rules, determined to get cake
He started off battlin' and rippin' the mixtapes
But he didn't take the same path that the rest do
He dropped a debut that was highly successful
That's when the respect came, that's when the checks came
He realized life is like playin' a chess game
Him and Swizz, they started makin' the next album
They say when you make more money expect problems
But the problem that he faced was unheard of
They locked him up, no bail and charged him with murder
But now he got his freedom restored
And he livin' his dream that's why he leanin' on the side of the lord
[Chorus (x6)]
Damn I Miss The Game lyrics - Cassidy
[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game
When it's gone come back, come back?
I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that
Let's move on
[Verse 1:]
Damn I used to love this rap shit
(I used loved it)
When it was on some gold robe, cane, gold hat shit
Now every rapper on some bust the gat shit
Cut that crack shit
Fuck that wack shit
Public Enemy was on some power to black shit
Rap cats need to get back on that shit
(real talk)
They need to try switchin they flows
Cause all of our women ain't bitches and hoes
And er'y rapper out got a brick on the stove
And wrists all frooze, and whip on roads
To hear that, I can listen to Hov
You bullshittin then you gettin exposed
[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game
Whens it's gone come back, come back?
I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that
Let's move on
[Verse 2:]
Yo what happened to the game?
All these niggas rappin the same and that's lame
(that's lame)
Cats hustlin, bustin they gat
Curtis Blow never talked about hustlin crack
(noooo)
Yo, Everybody on the grind
But Run DMC never killed nobody in a rhyme
They wasn't on that beef shit
And Melle Mel was the first one to talk that street shit
Ever since NWA came out
Cats turned gangsta and took that same rout
(man)
Ya hear that I could listen to Pac
You bullshitin the mission'll stop
[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game
When it's gone come back, come back
I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that
Let's move on
[Verse 3:]
I don't even listen to rap now (nope)
It make my head hurt when I listen to cats now
It sound like they all rhymin in one booth
So take the industry n put them all in one group
Since they all on the same page
We should be able to boo them dudes off the same stage (boooo)
For real, I still love this rap shit
Even though the A wanna whip that snap shit
Even though the Bay wanna rip that hyphy
When I get on the mic niggas still gone like me
The head crack(?), you can listen to me
You bullshitin you ain't sicker than me
[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game
When it's gone come back, come back?
I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that
Let's move on
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game
When it's gone come back, come back?
I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that
Let's move on
[Verse 1:]
Damn I used to love this rap shit
(I used loved it)
When it was on some gold robe, cane, gold hat shit
Now every rapper on some bust the gat shit
Cut that crack shit
Fuck that wack shit
Public Enemy was on some power to black shit
Rap cats need to get back on that shit
(real talk)
They need to try switchin they flows
Cause all of our women ain't bitches and hoes
And er'y rapper out got a brick on the stove
And wrists all frooze, and whip on roads
To hear that, I can listen to Hov
You bullshittin then you gettin exposed
[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game
Whens it's gone come back, come back?
I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that
Let's move on
[Verse 2:]
Yo what happened to the game?
All these niggas rappin the same and that's lame
(that's lame)
Cats hustlin, bustin they gat
Curtis Blow never talked about hustlin crack
(noooo)
Yo, Everybody on the grind
But Run DMC never killed nobody in a rhyme
They wasn't on that beef shit
And Melle Mel was the first one to talk that street shit
Ever since NWA came out
Cats turned gangsta and took that same rout
(man)
Ya hear that I could listen to Pac
You bullshitin the mission'll stop
[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game
When it's gone come back, come back
I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that
Let's move on
[Verse 3:]
I don't even listen to rap now (nope)
It make my head hurt when I listen to cats now
It sound like they all rhymin in one booth
So take the industry n put them all in one group
Since they all on the same page
We should be able to boo them dudes off the same stage (boooo)
For real, I still love this rap shit
Even though the A wanna whip that snap shit
Even though the Bay wanna rip that hyphy
When I get on the mic niggas still gone like me
The head crack(?), you can listen to me
You bullshitin you ain't sicker than me
[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game
When it's gone come back, come back?
I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that
Let's move on
Done 4 Me lyrics - Cassidy
[Chorus: Cassidy]
It's a blessin that I'm even alive
It's a reason that I'm breathin, I believe there's a God
Hey... look what he done for me
Look-look-look, look-look-look, look what he done for me
Hey; some people choose not to believe
But I pray e'ry day when I drop to my knees
I say - look what you done for me
Look-look-look, look-look-look, look what you done for me
[Cassidy:]
Hey! I wake up e'ry day and say thank you
When I'm floatin off course then the Lord is my anchor
I know you feelin me ain'tcha?
When I kill time with my son that's keepin it gangster
I'm done beefin cause I'm eatin
I feel bein a father to my son that's keepin it real (I'll)
And I'm the one providin at home
So I can't leave my seed to survive on his own, NOOO~!
No, it's not optional man
That's why I maneuver through the obstacles man
And, I watch for the snakes that's in the grass
So I can stay alive and be a daddy to Cas
[Chorus]
[Cassidy:]
Hey! I pray another rapper don't get shot
Cause the media's gon' blame it on hip-hop
Look at Big L, Soulja Slim and Big Pop'
Jam Master Jay, the boy Proof and the kid 'Pac
You and me gon' have to see to it the (shit) stop
If not, they gon' bring rap to a pitstop
Plus the hip-hop cops ain't a myth ock
They'll love to sit you in the box if you slip ock
You a big shot, you will get more time
Look at C-Murder, Cool C and the boy Shyne
Beans and Kim got a day and a year
It's rules to the game and they ain't playin it fair, yeah
[Chorus]
[Cassidy:]
Hey! God is good, God is great
It's a reason that I'm breathin and it gotta be faith
And I'm thankful that I'm eatin, there's a lot on my plate
If the Lord wasn't watchin I'd be ridin upstate
Hey, so I wake up e'ry day and say thank you
When I'm floatin off course, then the Lord is my anchor
I know you feelin me ain'tcha?
See Christ died on the cross, that's keepin it gangster
[Chorus]
Hey!
It's a blessin that I'm even alive
It's a reason that I'm breathin, I believe there's a God
Hey... look what he done for me
Look-look-look, look-look-look, look what he done for me
Hey; some people choose not to believe
But I pray e'ry day when I drop to my knees
I say - look what you done for me
Look-look-look, look-look-look, look what you done for me
[Cassidy:]
Hey! I wake up e'ry day and say thank you
When I'm floatin off course then the Lord is my anchor
I know you feelin me ain'tcha?
When I kill time with my son that's keepin it gangster
I'm done beefin cause I'm eatin
I feel bein a father to my son that's keepin it real (I'll)
And I'm the one providin at home
So I can't leave my seed to survive on his own, NOOO~!
No, it's not optional man
That's why I maneuver through the obstacles man
And, I watch for the snakes that's in the grass
So I can stay alive and be a daddy to Cas
[Chorus]
[Cassidy:]
Hey! I pray another rapper don't get shot
Cause the media's gon' blame it on hip-hop
Look at Big L, Soulja Slim and Big Pop'
Jam Master Jay, the boy Proof and the kid 'Pac
You and me gon' have to see to it the (shit) stop
If not, they gon' bring rap to a pitstop
Plus the hip-hop cops ain't a myth ock
They'll love to sit you in the box if you slip ock
You a big shot, you will get more time
Look at C-Murder, Cool C and the boy Shyne
Beans and Kim got a day and a year
It's rules to the game and they ain't playin it fair, yeah
[Chorus]
[Cassidy:]
Hey! God is good, God is great
It's a reason that I'm breathin and it gotta be faith
And I'm thankful that I'm eatin, there's a lot on my plate
If the Lord wasn't watchin I'd be ridin upstate
Hey, so I wake up e'ry day and say thank you
When I'm floatin off course, then the Lord is my anchor
I know you feelin me ain'tcha?
See Christ died on the cross, that's keepin it gangster
[Chorus]
Hey!
I Get My Paper lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Swizz Beatz)
I get-I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
[Swizz]
Cassidy the problem, c'mon!
All my people out there, gettin that cake man
Take somethin out your pocket, and put it in the air like this
Put it in the air like this, and say some shit like this, c'mon
[Chorus]
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper ALL THE TIME I KEEP TELLIN YOU~!
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time I keep tellin you
[Cassidy]
Look if you deal coke and you still broke, start grindin more homes
Cause I'ma drug conniseur homes
In the hood good jobs is hard to find like dinosaur bones
I'm tryin to start shinin more homes
That's why I make 'em hurry up and buy like that china store homes
Cause they'll give you time for a dime or more of stones
And tellin ain't my twist, I ain't that kind of boy homes
But a lot of niggaz singin like the Commodores homes
I'm ridin when it's time for war homes
The chrome on my hip, can flip a fully grown dinosaur homes
I'm the kind of boy known to split domes when I pop the Taurus
I spray rounds that could lay down a tyrannosaurus
My mind like a thesaurus, I'ma shine regardless
My brain a dictionary, lames I'm quick to bury
I spit scriptures and put pictures on obituaries
So get your own sound or hustle a home now, nigga!
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Cassidy]
Yeah! E'ry bar that I write like a brick of that hard white
I've truly been blessed, it's a gift from the Lord Christ
But yo if you livin the hard life
You can't get back the hand you was dealt, so play your cars right
They say you ain't promised tomorrow right? (Nope)
So I stay in the street, like a deer that stay in that car lights
With the high beams on and the fog lights lit
I get, my lean on on some B.A.R.S. type shit
Until, my cream gone I'ma ball like this
In my all white tee and my all white kicks
And I still toss the white on the strip that's why I floss like this
With the frostbite wrist cause we all quite rich, I love this life!
I threw different color ice, in my cross like Swizz
And all I give broads is hard type dick; have 'em twirlin they tongue
Yeah I know I got a girl and a son, but umm
It's a man's world and I'm as thorough as they come - WHAT?!
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Cassidy]
Yeah! I'm from a block where niggaz get it poppin at
Where cats is known for boxin and poppin gats
But you gotta aim low when you poppin that
Cause that hot shit got kick like a soccer match
I'm from where the M-1's and the choppers at
Feel me where you can come to go gun shoppin at
You rockin plaque, got your chain with the watch to match
Watch your back if you go and you ain't got your gat
Cats'll jack your pop he ain't got a strap
Cats'll rob your mom if she got a stack
Cause niggaz tryin to get paid
And niggaz not tryin to get waged when they rockin the stockin cap
Round the way they got gourmet pots of crack
And you would spend like 24 for a block of that
My niggaz tryin to get the cheese but no not the rat
I'm from a block where snitchin ain't a option at
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Swizz]
Cassidy the problem, c'mon!
All my people out there, gettin that cake man
Take somethin out your pocket, and put it in the air like this
Put it in the air like this, and say some shit like this, c'mon
[Chorus]
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper ALL THE TIME I KEEP TELLIN YOU~!
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time I keep tellin you
[Cassidy]
Look if you deal coke and you still broke, start grindin more homes
Cause I'ma drug conniseur homes
In the hood good jobs is hard to find like dinosaur bones
I'm tryin to start shinin more homes
That's why I make 'em hurry up and buy like that china store homes
Cause they'll give you time for a dime or more of stones
And tellin ain't my twist, I ain't that kind of boy homes
But a lot of niggaz singin like the Commodores homes
I'm ridin when it's time for war homes
The chrome on my hip, can flip a fully grown dinosaur homes
I'm the kind of boy known to split domes when I pop the Taurus
I spray rounds that could lay down a tyrannosaurus
My mind like a thesaurus, I'ma shine regardless
My brain a dictionary, lames I'm quick to bury
I spit scriptures and put pictures on obituaries
So get your own sound or hustle a home now, nigga!
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Cassidy]
Yeah! E'ry bar that I write like a brick of that hard white
I've truly been blessed, it's a gift from the Lord Christ
But yo if you livin the hard life
You can't get back the hand you was dealt, so play your cars right
They say you ain't promised tomorrow right? (Nope)
So I stay in the street, like a deer that stay in that car lights
With the high beams on and the fog lights lit
I get, my lean on on some B.A.R.S. type shit
Until, my cream gone I'ma ball like this
In my all white tee and my all white kicks
And I still toss the white on the strip that's why I floss like this
With the frostbite wrist cause we all quite rich, I love this life!
I threw different color ice, in my cross like Swizz
And all I give broads is hard type dick; have 'em twirlin they tongue
Yeah I know I got a girl and a son, but umm
It's a man's world and I'm as thorough as they come - WHAT?!
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Cassidy]
Yeah! I'm from a block where niggaz get it poppin at
Where cats is known for boxin and poppin gats
But you gotta aim low when you poppin that
Cause that hot shit got kick like a soccer match
I'm from where the M-1's and the choppers at
Feel me where you can come to go gun shoppin at
You rockin plaque, got your chain with the watch to match
Watch your back if you go and you ain't got your gat
Cats'll jack your pop he ain't got a strap
Cats'll rob your mom if she got a stack
Cause niggaz tryin to get paid
And niggaz not tryin to get waged when they rockin the stockin cap
Round the way they got gourmet pots of crack
And you would spend like 24 for a block of that
My niggaz tryin to get the cheese but no not the rat
I'm from a block where snitchin ain't a option at
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Take A Trip lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Mashonda)
[Swizz Beatz:] Beautiful day
[Cassidy:] It's a beautiful day
[Mashonda:] What a beautiful day
[Swizz Beatz:] Start up the engine
[Bridge:]
We rollin' in the six fo
And all your hearin' is
All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is
Flyin in the G-Fo'
And all your hearin' is
All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is
Let Me Take You Awaa [Mashonda]
[Chorus:]
Can we take a trip
Baby I don't mind
Where we go, aslong as your all mine
We can drive or walk
Baby we can fly
Aslong as you take me away
I'll be makin' you say
[Verse 1:]
I'm flying in the G-Fo'
And when I land you should be standing there with the keys in your hand
Then we ridin in the six Fo'
You my chick so
All them other chicks I was with, can call it quits yo
You the chick I with yo
And I don't like to kiss
But Anytime we kiss, I can't let your lips go
I love you like my Pistol
With' you I stay safe, so you can stay straight
We go have to vacate
And go take a trip yo
Go and relax, you can shop when you land, you don't even need to pack
I ain't letting this go
I'm holding on it for life
Tomorow night, but we boarding the flight
Aightt
[Chorus:]
Can we take a trip
Baby I don't mind
Where we go, aslong as your all mine
We can drive or walk
Baby we can fly
Aslong as you take me away
I'll be makin' you say
Uh My, Oh My
Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say
Ah Ah, UH Ah
La, La, La, La, La, LA, La
[Verse 2:]
I'm selling on Swizz yacht
You know I get gwapt
I can spend about house money just on a wrist watch
So you know my chick hot
And got a nice face
But she got a tight waste
She in tip-top
Shape
But still thick like Grits Ock
Without effort, she break records like a Disk Jock
Shawty 'bout to get got
Cause she hard as nails
She that broad, it ain't hard to tell
Well me and shawty lip lock
Then I took her to bed
And before she fell to sleep, I said
Girl I love you more then hip-hop
You a women, or wife
I think I finally met a women I like
Righttt
[Chorus:]
Can we take a trip
Baby I don't mind
Where we go, aslong as your all mine
We can drive or walk
Baby we can fly
Aslong as you take me away
I'll be makin' you say
Uh My, Oh My
Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say
Ah Ah, UH Ah
La, La, La, La, La, LA, La
[Verse 3:]
The boy Cas' serious
Are you hearing this
Are you hearing this
Are you hearing this
She'd be delerious of the experience
Cause' I'm a straight thug that know how to make love
If she ain't on her period
Then I'm getting it done
I gotta let her feel the tip of the tounge
Then ride out like a chariot
So even if I'm gone
She can't forget about the trip we was on
Cum'on
[Chorus:]
Can we take a trip
Baby I don't mind
Where we go, aslong as your all mine
We can drive or walk
Baby we can fly
Aslong as you take me away
I'll be makin' you say
Uh My, Oh My
Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say
Ah Ah, UH Ah
La, La, La, La, La, LA, La
[Outro:]
We rollin' in the six fo
And all your hearin' is
All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is
Flyin in the G-Fo'
And all your hearin' is
All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is
Celebrate lyrics - Cassidy (feat. John Legend)
[Cassidy (Intro and rapping):]
I used to pump dimes, now I spit punchlines
I'm tired of cats tryin' to rap cus they want shine
I be writing to enlighten those that was once blind
this political warfare, and I'm on the front line
I'm a soldier who grew to be a general, but generals is soldiers too (true)
And I'm willing to do what soldiers do, but you know an animal can't control a zoo (uh uh)
And I always been a leader, I control my crew. You gotta school other dudes tryin' to roll with you.
And I'm getting more mature, I'm gettin' older too, but I'mma rock till it's over like Hova do.
And I don't tell lies like most of you, I really did sell piles, held toasters too.
I might exaggerate a little but it's mostly true, and the truth come to the light like its supposed to do.
Get the obituary ready, get the Reverend, my old style died, and went to punchline heaven.
You cats know that thats my flow, I'm a legend, big up John Legend for doing the song.
Ay, wanwan Kayne, I ain't a Juvenile, but I been on the grind-yee, I had a murder case,
I was facin some time-yee, but thats somethin' small to a giant like Andre,
and they was talkin' 'bout givin' me life, ya'll but I knew I was leavin' for belivin' in Christ,
ya'll, you could live it up, but don't give up the fight, ya'll, we elevatin, so we celebratin the night, ya'll.
Hang on lil' girl, soon all your troubles will be gone lil' girl, sometimes you probably wish you wasn't born lil' girl,
but God know what he doin', lil' girl (uh huh), so keep fightin.
And hang on lil' man, you can't quit now, keep goin' lil' man, sometimes you probably wish you wasn't born lil' man,
but God know what he doin' lil' man (uh huh), so keep fightin.
[Outro]
All By Myself lyrics - Cassidy
I don't have no one, but me myself and I, listen, I gotta get some work done man,
I ain't come in the studio just to chill, na na, this nigga swizz just flew out,
this nigga ne yo sleep, so I'm a go over to this mp and see
if I can come up with my own track to keep it movin' yea let me try that,
aight, find these drums, yea this knockin, yea that's crazy right there, yea,
I'm feelin that, ok, let me add these high hats,
ok, I think I'm gettin the hang out of this joint man, aight,
I'm a make this beat myself man, now let me add this scratch,
ok and the crash, breakdown, add this 808 drum and get it knockin a lil bit more,
that's crazy, I'm feeling this track right here man,
all I gotta do is spit somethin crazy, it's a wrap...
[Verse 1:]
I'm in the zone all by myself,
I'm alone all by myself I'm on my own,
But homes I could set the tone myself,
And make the track that I could rap on myself
I wrote the rap myself, did the track myself,
went in the booth produced that myself,
I did the bass did the claps myself,
did the drums snares and the high hats myself,
uh I play each sound I'm banging out beats now,
the only one with heat now holdin the streets down,
I paint pictures everybody could see but besides god I ain't got nobody but me...
[Chorus: x2]
I'm in the zone all by myself
I'm alone all by myself,
But I don't need nobody else, but me... and god...
[Verse 2:]
I wanna thank my fans, good lookin for the mail,
Cause I was goin through it when they put me in the jail,
they put me in the cell, just me and the rats,
and my relationship with god is what kept me relaxed,
DA will say anything except for the facts,
and they had alot of evidence except for the gats,
Before they prove you guilty they will treat you like a criminal,
they tried to give me first degree they said it was intentional,
I had to get shit together on my own, the media was talkin like I'm never comin home,
me and my mother used to talk together on the phone,
she said keep your faith and you will beat this case, yup
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
I gotta clique that'll grip steel for me,
I gotta squad that'll ride that'll kill for me,
But I argue and fight with my own mother,
and now a days you can't even trust your own brother,
So make sure you keep your enemies the closest to you,
cause your friends will the ones who put the toasters to you,
that's why u gotta watch your surroundins,
cause niggas that can swim love watchin you drownin,
so only real niggas chill with me, but ain't nobody gonna pay my bills but me,
see, you might got a crew that can help,
but if you want it done right u gotta do it yourself
[Chorus x2]
I ain't come in the studio just to chill, na na, this nigga swizz just flew out,
this nigga ne yo sleep, so I'm a go over to this mp and see
if I can come up with my own track to keep it movin' yea let me try that,
aight, find these drums, yea this knockin, yea that's crazy right there, yea,
I'm feelin that, ok, let me add these high hats,
ok, I think I'm gettin the hang out of this joint man, aight,
I'm a make this beat myself man, now let me add this scratch,
ok and the crash, breakdown, add this 808 drum and get it knockin a lil bit more,
that's crazy, I'm feeling this track right here man,
all I gotta do is spit somethin crazy, it's a wrap...
[Verse 1:]
I'm in the zone all by myself,
I'm alone all by myself I'm on my own,
But homes I could set the tone myself,
And make the track that I could rap on myself
I wrote the rap myself, did the track myself,
went in the booth produced that myself,
I did the bass did the claps myself,
did the drums snares and the high hats myself,
uh I play each sound I'm banging out beats now,
the only one with heat now holdin the streets down,
I paint pictures everybody could see but besides god I ain't got nobody but me...
[Chorus: x2]
I'm in the zone all by myself
I'm alone all by myself,
But I don't need nobody else, but me... and god...
[Verse 2:]
I wanna thank my fans, good lookin for the mail,
Cause I was goin through it when they put me in the jail,
they put me in the cell, just me and the rats,
and my relationship with god is what kept me relaxed,
DA will say anything except for the facts,
and they had alot of evidence except for the gats,
Before they prove you guilty they will treat you like a criminal,
they tried to give me first degree they said it was intentional,
I had to get shit together on my own, the media was talkin like I'm never comin home,
me and my mother used to talk together on the phone,
she said keep your faith and you will beat this case, yup
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
I gotta clique that'll grip steel for me,
I gotta squad that'll ride that'll kill for me,
But I argue and fight with my own mother,
and now a days you can't even trust your own brother,
So make sure you keep your enemies the closest to you,
cause your friends will the ones who put the toasters to you,
that's why u gotta watch your surroundins,
cause niggas that can swim love watchin you drownin,
so only real niggas chill with me, but ain't nobody gonna pay my bills but me,
see, you might got a crew that can help,
but if you want it done right u gotta do it yourself
[Chorus x2]
The Problem Vs. The Hustla lyrics - Cassidy
[Announcer]
Ladies And Gentleman
I'd like to welcome y'all here tonight
You all are about to witness
One of the greatest battle to ever go down in hip-hop
In this corner
I'd like to introduce Cassidy the Problem
[Cass the Problem]
It's the problem bitch
[A] And in that corner is Cassidy the Hustla
[Cass the Hustla]
It's the hustler ask about me
[Announcer]
Battler to the center of the ring
I want a nice clean battle I don't want you spittin
none of that shit you was spittin last week last month
I want it off the top of the head
I don't want your mom ad-libbing your shit
I don't want your man ad-libbing your shit
Touch mics let's go
[Cass the Problem]
I'm in the zone boy and I got the chrome boy
I'll have blood gushing out your dome on your homeboy
I'm a threat see you should of left me alone boy
I'm real to the chromosome you a clone boy
Chicks get bone I'm know for getting dome boy
Probably got your baby moms number in my phone boy
And if I hittin the click up dick sucks
Had your bitch in the telly throwin her 'SIX" up
Yea we made her lick nuts then hop on the 6 bus
After this over than they gon try say this was fixed up
They gon be like he cheated that's why he beated
I've been in wild battles and won I'm undefeated
The punch lines that I put in the streets
Even made freeway say "Put on a beat"
Only the strong pre-vail I know but a shell
Make him yell like hoes when I perfom hotel
[Cass the Problem]
What?! I told you this nigga wasn't fuckin with me you can't be serious
[Announcer]
Whoa whoa whoa break it up break it up battlers back to your corner
[Corner Man]
Look kid I told you this shit wasn't gonna be easy
[Cass the Hustla]
It's ain't gonna be hard
[Corner Man]
I told you this kid was a problem he not fuckin with you though
[Cass the Hustla]
He ain't no problem
[Corner Man]
I need you to get in there hit 'em with those punch lines, those metaphors
You gotta make sure your flow your delivery
You gotta make sure all that's on point
Hurt his feelings, bite his head off
[Cass the Hustla]
Listen to this all that lip will get you and your man bodied
I'm the man you a bitch in a man's body
You a disgrace who wrote your shit? Mase?
Your album wasn't nothing like the shit on the mixtapes
First you was hustling bustin them shells
Then you went commercial to get a couple of sells
That's what you got a couple of sells
And you probably wouldn't of sold loads if wasn't for Kels
Well you was crazy man with the punch line flow
But now you the ladies man where the punch lines go
Yo it don't get no better
You was smiling chi-town stepping but ain't get no cheddar
If you a star I'm a galaxy nigga
One verse'll merk all your personalities nigga
You garbage and ain't nothing trash about me
I'M THE HUSTLER MUTHAFUCKER ASK ABOUT ME... ASK ABOUT ME PUSSY
[Announcer]
Oh shit break it up break it up back to your corners
This the last round I want y'all to both spit eight bars a piece
No more than eight bars
Cassidy.. the Problem I want you to go first
Then Cassidy the Hustla I want you to go next
You Ready? GET IN
[Cass the Problem]
I got shit on lock
Like I'm constipated you will get abominated
I ain't lyricist of the year but I was nominated
Where your strip at you ain't hustling nigga
That track would have been wack if it wasn't for Jigga
I'm a ladies man chicks loving a nigga
But I'll still put a slug in a nigga BRAAT
Real funny I went gold but get money on the road
And I own a hundred percent of my publishing nigga
[Announcer]
Ok ok ok that's it that's it
Cassidy the hustler you ready?
It's your turn eight bars... let's go
[Cass the Hustla]
You don't really want the drama nigga
You'll take more shots in your face then Madonna nigga
You get ate I'm like Dahmer nigga
You don't battle you make songs for the chicks like Mashonda nigga
The best is me I got stripes like a referee
And coke comin on boats like a refugee
You should switch flow nigga your shits gold
When I drop I'ma shit more than your shit sold NIGGA
[Announcer]
That's it that's it it's over it's over we have a winner
The new heavyweight freestyle champion of the world
Cassidy the Hustla
[Cass the Hustla]
Geah it is what it is don't act surprise
[Announcer]
Okay kid what are you planning to do after this victory
[Cass the Hustla]
I mean you know keep getting money keep hustling keep doing what I do
And if you bastards doubt me...
I'm A Hustla lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Jay-Z)
[Verse 1]
I'm a hustler, I'm a hustler homey
I got the product, narcotics for customers homey
Feins open they be smoking like a muffler homey
niggas phoney so I only got a couple of homey
If you a hustler I could, I could fuck wit you homey
You spend a couple of bucks I stay in touch with you homey
I get money I get 20 to K I got 20 strip although I'm 20 today
I get cake from buds and haze I'm making dubs
they hating cause I'm on the grind like I'm making love
with cops got the block hot like a jamaican club
cop wait, wait for a droute then I make a fllod
try to take my cake you gone take a slug
But you can take my information if you taking drugs
cause I can sell raid to a bug
I'm a hustler I can sell salt to a slug
[Chorus]
I'm a hustler, I'm a I'm a hustler homey
I'm a hustler, I'm a I'm a hustler homey
Nigga ask about me nigga nigga ask about me
[Verse 2]
Married to the game, same bride just a new dru
I do more then just do to
cause my bills come in to soon, my son gone be two soon
royalty check come in like once in a bluemoon
but I'm getting my doe for doing shows
I made more money on the grind then on the road
that's why I stay fly and flying on hoes
car's are so cool,Aston no shoes
just a rubberband on my wrist, no jewels
I ain't got to prove I'm rich, I'm no fool
I know the rules I ain't got time for it
But a nigga will shine when it's time for it
and they will hateyou deal with the real cake
and they on the corner
from morning to real late
I deal weight and if you bastards dought me
I'm a hustler ask about, ask about me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yeah they made you got saved don't be spend the change
In fifth grade I was hustling my genesis game
I was dumb young selling chew gum to my classmate
on the cash chase moving at a fast pace
never been a dummy never did what the dummies do
so I had a mill to burn before I turned 22
more money , more problem is true cause the more money
I make the more problem for you
yeah I used dude voice props to the boy sean
he made it a hot line I made a hot song
So stop drawing man you got to respect it
I'm the best swizz got to perfected don't mess with
C-A-double S-I-D-Ycause I became the best when B-I-G died
the kid do it big like P-U-N cuse
I'm nice P-A-C with the P-E-N
I'm a hustler, I'm a hustler homey
I got the product, narcotics for customers homey
Feins open they be smoking like a muffler homey
niggas phoney so I only got a couple of homey
If you a hustler I could, I could fuck wit you homey
You spend a couple of bucks I stay in touch with you homey
I get money I get 20 to K I got 20 strip although I'm 20 today
I get cake from buds and haze I'm making dubs
they hating cause I'm on the grind like I'm making love
with cops got the block hot like a jamaican club
cop wait, wait for a droute then I make a fllod
try to take my cake you gone take a slug
But you can take my information if you taking drugs
cause I can sell raid to a bug
I'm a hustler I can sell salt to a slug
[Chorus]
I'm a hustler, I'm a I'm a hustler homey
I'm a hustler, I'm a I'm a hustler homey
Nigga ask about me nigga nigga ask about me
[Verse 2]
Married to the game, same bride just a new dru
I do more then just do to
cause my bills come in to soon, my son gone be two soon
royalty check come in like once in a bluemoon
but I'm getting my doe for doing shows
I made more money on the grind then on the road
that's why I stay fly and flying on hoes
car's are so cool,Aston no shoes
just a rubberband on my wrist, no jewels
I ain't got to prove I'm rich, I'm no fool
I know the rules I ain't got time for it
But a nigga will shine when it's time for it
and they will hateyou deal with the real cake
and they on the corner
from morning to real late
I deal weight and if you bastards dought me
I'm a hustler ask about, ask about me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yeah they made you got saved don't be spend the change
In fifth grade I was hustling my genesis game
I was dumb young selling chew gum to my classmate
on the cash chase moving at a fast pace
never been a dummy never did what the dummies do
so I had a mill to burn before I turned 22
more money , more problem is true cause the more money
I make the more problem for you
yeah I used dude voice props to the boy sean
he made it a hot line I made a hot song
So stop drawing man you got to respect it
I'm the best swizz got to perfected don't mess with
C-A-double S-I-D-Ycause I became the best when B-I-G died
the kid do it big like P-U-N cuse
I'm nice P-A-C with the P-E-N
On The Grind lyrics - Cassidy
Yeah
Cassidy, yeah
Uh, I'm out here on the grind
[Hook 1]
I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame
Cause I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame
[Verse 1]
I was told it's a crazy world, well I was born crazy too
1982, they said I was a baby who
Always started trouble, start to hustle what they made me do
As I grew as a man, my plans and my gravy grew
Coke, I copped a little, posted on the block a little
My block popped a little even though my rocks was little
But now a nigga grown started sellin bigger stones
Got a steady clientele that can't leave the shit alone
Keep it on the hivic homes, can't leave ya shit at home
If I spit it, I did it, I lived it, we can get it on
Forget it, I'm sick with it, the midget'll get shitted on
You don't wanna get the chrome, you wanna getcha phone
You don't wanna brawl at all, you wanna call the law
But if you get called a snitch, you might as well call it quits
And I might answer the phone when ya call ya bitch
I push bars like rod, this shit all will flip
[Break]
Man I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
[Hook 2]
I do this for the hood and I do this for the streets
I do this for my peeps cause my family gotta eat
I do this for the thugs that be hustling the drugs
I do this for my niggaz who be bustin all the slugs
I'd do this for the love but I do this to get paid
I do this for my niggaz in the cells and in the graves
I do this for my niggaz on the block that keep it thorough
I do this for all the hustlers around the world
Cause I'm out here on the grind
[Verse 2]
Don't abuse the fame, use ya brain fore you open ya mouth
Or you could get poked ouch with the toast in ya mouth
I doubt i'ma go broke, I be done broke in ya house
You don't hustle just cause niggaz cook coke in ya house
If I stop sellin coke, it'll drought
And my flow so dope, I got insurance on my throat and my mouth
I change the game, my name gets spoken about
I'm still ill with the smoke in my mouth (whoa)
Ya sis oped, and I'ma open her blouse
Stick my dick down her throat and start stroking her mouth (whoa)
I let my unborns float in her mouth
And then I put a condom on and start stroking her out (whoa)
I blow the hydro to the scout
On the post with the rock inside got most of the clout
And most of the cash I'm bragging and boasting about
Copped a yacht and got a dock, I can float to the house
Got damn, you wouldn't understand how I'm feeling man
I'm chilling man, all for the love of drug dealing man
I got change I'm gon borrow
That's why I got a quarter million dollar painting hanging on my wall
So naw, I ain't pressed for paper
But I'm dealing weight and got real estate tryna stretch the paper
It's best to invest the paper
But if you wanna battle, let's bet, I could use the extra paper
Cause i'd do whatever to eat
I'm from the street, if it's beef, it's whatever, I ain't never been sweet
And in a battle, I ain't never been beat
I'm in the race to take Jay-Z place, and you ain't better than Bleek
When I speak, you can tell that I'm wise
Dog, I got the best punch lines since Big L was alive
And this was a big L so I'm already high
If a nigga better than me, then he already died
Cassidy
[Hook 2]
I do this for the hood and I do this for the streets
I do this for my peeps cause my family gotta eat
I do this for the thugs that be hustling the drugs
I do this for my niggaz who be bustin all the slugs
I'd do this for the love but I do this to get paid
I do this for my niggaz in the cells and in the graves
I do this for my niggaz on the block that keep it thorough
I do this for all the hustlers around the world
Cause I'm out here on the grind
[Break]
Man I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
[Hook 1]
I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame
Cause I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame
Crack lyrics - Cassidy
CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we flip that C-R-A-C-K
CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we move that C-R-A-C-K
CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we sell that C-R-A-C-K
[HOOK]
Crack!! It got my niggaz addicted
Crack!! But got my niggaz convicted
Crack!! Why niggaz stand on the block
Its called Crack!! It got my man and 'em shot
I said Crack!! what niggaz sell for the cash
Crack!! Got the women selling they ass
Crack!! What the feins use to get high
And the hustlers move to get by that's why the song called CRACK!!
[VERSE 1]
I got the cops drawn... I put the block on
Over rare bout to stock viles of the popcorn
Feins got the block warm getting they cop on
My young'ns run the block till ev'ry one of the rocks gone
And I got another block I'm puttin the pot on
Strong enough to smell through the jar wit the top on
Cop and be gone... If you come to the block drawn
I'll hit you with the glock till ev'ry one of the shots gone
He thought he was a thug he was all on his pop join'
Till he got popped now he all on his rock join'
I left him all on the block wit his top gone
Law called his mom and pop they all on they shock join'
I was just tryna make some bread for my family
And ev'rybody got somebody dead in they family
and ev'rybody got some crackheads in they family
So it's no room to hate cause i kno you relate... My shit
[HOOK]
I'ma blow like propaine cause the flow flames
It'll have you look like the cooked version of cocaine
I spit crack homie... neva been wak homie
I'm back homie... And I hold weight like I'm fat Tony
Like a Soprano I stay with the ammo
Push keys and make music but dont play the piano
You could get blam! yo... I'm nice wit my hands doe
You'll be looking like Rocky if you play like you Rambo
I'm looking type Rocky when I hop out the Land Vo
Bezel on the band whoa... rock on the hand glow
It's all for the fans doe
Thanks for the sup-port
my 16s like the nicotine in a newport
I'm like Too $hort... Pimpin these hoes
I'm the best at inventin the flow since Hove
What these other niggaz spittin is trash
But it's like hittin a glass when you listen to Cass... My shit
[HOOK]
I still be fucking it all up
Gettin it, mixin it cuttin, it all up
I make hella cake and I'm addin it all up
And I ain't sellin weight, man I'm baggin it all up
My youngn's on the block they be knockin it all off
Who you think the feins be coppin it all off
My block got hard but we coppin it all soft
If its snakes in the grass we choppin it all off
If you play wit my cash I'm poppin at all ya
Wit my face in a mask I'm choppin at all ya
But due to the fact I be rappin and all that
I be actin and all that I ain't clappin at y'all cats
But before I did music and movies and all that
I was moving in all black wit the toolies and all that
But now I dont got time cause I'm eatin and all that
I'm too decent for all that to be beefin wit y'all cats... You on
[HOOK]
CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!
ITS CALLED CRACK!!!!!!!!
I SAID CRACK!!!!
CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!!!
CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we move that C-R-A-C-K
CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we sell that C-R-A-C-K
[HOOK]
Crack!! It got my niggaz addicted
Crack!! But got my niggaz convicted
Crack!! Why niggaz stand on the block
Its called Crack!! It got my man and 'em shot
I said Crack!! what niggaz sell for the cash
Crack!! Got the women selling they ass
Crack!! What the feins use to get high
And the hustlers move to get by that's why the song called CRACK!!
[VERSE 1]
I got the cops drawn... I put the block on
Over rare bout to stock viles of the popcorn
Feins got the block warm getting they cop on
My young'ns run the block till ev'ry one of the rocks gone
And I got another block I'm puttin the pot on
Strong enough to smell through the jar wit the top on
Cop and be gone... If you come to the block drawn
I'll hit you with the glock till ev'ry one of the shots gone
He thought he was a thug he was all on his pop join'
Till he got popped now he all on his rock join'
I left him all on the block wit his top gone
Law called his mom and pop they all on they shock join'
I was just tryna make some bread for my family
And ev'rybody got somebody dead in they family
and ev'rybody got some crackheads in they family
So it's no room to hate cause i kno you relate... My shit
[HOOK]
I'ma blow like propaine cause the flow flames
It'll have you look like the cooked version of cocaine
I spit crack homie... neva been wak homie
I'm back homie... And I hold weight like I'm fat Tony
Like a Soprano I stay with the ammo
Push keys and make music but dont play the piano
You could get blam! yo... I'm nice wit my hands doe
You'll be looking like Rocky if you play like you Rambo
I'm looking type Rocky when I hop out the Land Vo
Bezel on the band whoa... rock on the hand glow
It's all for the fans doe
Thanks for the sup-port
my 16s like the nicotine in a newport
I'm like Too $hort... Pimpin these hoes
I'm the best at inventin the flow since Hove
What these other niggaz spittin is trash
But it's like hittin a glass when you listen to Cass... My shit
[HOOK]
I still be fucking it all up
Gettin it, mixin it cuttin, it all up
I make hella cake and I'm addin it all up
And I ain't sellin weight, man I'm baggin it all up
My youngn's on the block they be knockin it all off
Who you think the feins be coppin it all off
My block got hard but we coppin it all soft
If its snakes in the grass we choppin it all off
If you play wit my cash I'm poppin at all ya
Wit my face in a mask I'm choppin at all ya
But due to the fact I be rappin and all that
I be actin and all that I ain't clappin at y'all cats
But before I did music and movies and all that
I was moving in all black wit the toolies and all that
But now I dont got time cause I'm eatin and all that
I'm too decent for all that to be beefin wit y'all cats... You on
[HOOK]
CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!
ITS CALLED CRACK!!!!!!!!
I SAID CRACK!!!!
CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!!!
B-Boy Stance lyrics - Cassidy
[Swizz Beats]
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
[Cassidy]
Yeah
Okay
I'm ready to get my drink on, on this one
Let's go
[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
I'm fresh to death, dressed to impress
Fresh for real, nigga dressed to kill
I'm the best for real, I was blessed with skill
The FS in my necklace still
I'm a threat for real, I come at niggas necks for real
Tryna build my success got me stressed for real
I'ma gain my respect cause I'm extra real
And I'm extra fly, you just extra high
If it wasn't for them drugs, you'd be extra shy
Knowin' if I throw them slugs you gon' testify
F' the extra shit, get an extra clip
I get some extra lip, just expect to die
I'll put a whole in your head, cause I hold bread
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran old head
Clappin' a pound, he ain't pattin' me down
And I stay strapped man I got my gat on me now
[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
[Verse 2 - Cassidy]
I get it poppin' on the block like a B-Boy
If you cop a couple of rocks you get a free boy
You could take a couple of shots and get a key loy
If you try to take what I got, a stick me boy
See boy tryna fuck around with me boy
Your wrist like fuckin' a bitch with no see boy
I'm a gee boy, get smoked by the P boy
Coke by the key boy, got dope and the E boy
Me boy, I'm bout to take the industry over
Lifes a war, we was meant to be soldiers
I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova
Pretend to be BIG, pretend to be Pac, pretend to be hot
But all that pretendin' gon' eventually stop
And the slugs gonna eventually pop
Cause all the real thugs in the box or the penatentary oxe
VIP lookin' like a penetentary block
[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
Okay, I'm fresh to death like a million bucks
My Benz got big rims and my ceilin' lift up
Dependin' on how I'm feelin' might be wheelin' the truck
Either way the chicks still on my nuts
YanawutI'msayin', I ain't playin' with them niggas that be feelin' they tough
I ain't a killa but you still will get touched
I network, sweatshirt with the hood, got the steel in the tuck
And my lil man feelin' the dutch while I chill in the cut
On my lean, chicks stealin' my stance
Chinese print on the jeans, chicks spillin' my pants
And I got the steel in my pants, don't grind on me
I can't dance I got the nine on me
The Heckler and Koch mami fresh from the box mami
Got your panani wet cause I'm fresh to the socks mami
Fresh from the block mami, so I'm makin' it fun
See life a bitch, but I'm makin' her cum and umm
[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
[Cassidy]
Yeah
Okay
I'm ready to get my drink on, on this one
Let's go
[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
I'm fresh to death, dressed to impress
Fresh for real, nigga dressed to kill
I'm the best for real, I was blessed with skill
The FS in my necklace still
I'm a threat for real, I come at niggas necks for real
Tryna build my success got me stressed for real
I'ma gain my respect cause I'm extra real
And I'm extra fly, you just extra high
If it wasn't for them drugs, you'd be extra shy
Knowin' if I throw them slugs you gon' testify
F' the extra shit, get an extra clip
I get some extra lip, just expect to die
I'll put a whole in your head, cause I hold bread
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran old head
Clappin' a pound, he ain't pattin' me down
And I stay strapped man I got my gat on me now
[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
[Verse 2 - Cassidy]
I get it poppin' on the block like a B-Boy
If you cop a couple of rocks you get a free boy
You could take a couple of shots and get a key loy
If you try to take what I got, a stick me boy
See boy tryna fuck around with me boy
Your wrist like fuckin' a bitch with no see boy
I'm a gee boy, get smoked by the P boy
Coke by the key boy, got dope and the E boy
Me boy, I'm bout to take the industry over
Lifes a war, we was meant to be soldiers
I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova
Pretend to be BIG, pretend to be Pac, pretend to be hot
But all that pretendin' gon' eventually stop
And the slugs gonna eventually pop
Cause all the real thugs in the box or the penatentary oxe
VIP lookin' like a penetentary block
[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
Okay, I'm fresh to death like a million bucks
My Benz got big rims and my ceilin' lift up
Dependin' on how I'm feelin' might be wheelin' the truck
Either way the chicks still on my nuts
YanawutI'msayin', I ain't playin' with them niggas that be feelin' they tough
I ain't a killa but you still will get touched
I network, sweatshirt with the hood, got the steel in the tuck
And my lil man feelin' the dutch while I chill in the cut
On my lean, chicks stealin' my stance
Chinese print on the jeans, chicks spillin' my pants
And I got the steel in my pants, don't grind on me
I can't dance I got the nine on me
The Heckler and Koch mami fresh from the box mami
Got your panani wet cause I'm fresh to the socks mami
Fresh from the block mami, so I'm makin' it fun
See life a bitch, but I'm makin' her cum and umm
[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
A.M. To P.M. lyrics - Cassidy
[Intro]
I still move work, from the A.M. to the P.M.
Niggas got beef, I'm gonna spray 'em when I see 'em [2X]
[Cassidy]
I pump on the street from the A.M. to the P.M.
Nigga want beef, I'm gonna spray 'em when I see 'em
Lay 'em when I see 'em, AK 'em when I see 'em
Hop out the Bronco, I'll O.J. 'em when I see 'em
Cut a bone out his skin, fish fo-lay 'em when I see 'em
And wire is real, Kanye 'em when I see 'em
On their job, so I'll pay 'em when I see 'em
Turn boys to men I'll wine Yayo when I see 'em
'Cause I'll be on the grid from the P.M. to the A.M.
Paint pictures with my rhymes, you can see 'em when I say 'em
My songs like movies you can see 'em when you play them
If a nigga want beef, when I see 'em I'm gonna spray 'em
For six g's I could get your wip swiss cheesed
I'm like a red nose pit, you a mixed bread
Bitch please all 'em dudes in your crew ass
I'll get you strangled with the strings on your doo-rag
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I still move work from the A.M. to the P.M.
Niggas got beef, I'm gonna spray 'em when I see 'em
I still move work from the A.M. to the P.M.
Niggas got beef, I'm gonna spray 'em when I see 'em
[Cassidy]
I'm gonna let you talk all stupid, till you get harked all stupid
Sparked out stupid, outlined in chalk all stupid
Dog I bite I don't bark all stupid, it is what it is
I'm in the coupe room dropped all stupid
Fitted hat cocked all stupid, gettin' top off stupid
My clientele cop all stupid
We excels on the block all stupid, it is what it is
It's a fact that I rap all stupid
Get your wig pushed back all stupid
We strapped all stupid, I'll get you clapped all stupid
Don't let the pills and the yack make you act all stupid
Yeah I do my thing all stupid, let my chain bling all stupid
My ring all stupid and my earring all stupid
I got them things and I swing all stupid
[Chorus]
[Cassidy]
Yo, with my flow you all amazed and astonished
I've been hot since I got my first Sega with Sonic
Back in the days when Shawn Kemp played for the sonics
I rocked the huge jeans and I played the atonics
You know I blow haze, I'll be blazing the chronic
It got my mind scrambled the and egg and an omelette
I talk to God every day, and he made me a promise
Me and T like, Malcolm and Alasia mahomie
Me and Swizz like Martin and Jessy
But the fact that I can get assassinated, is starting to stress me
I ain't tryna let the police department arrest me
But I still keep the steel tucked under the fresh tee
And I ain't just raping for my health
So before you diss me, you be better off laughing at yourself
Cause I ain't tryna battle on the mic
I have them goons hop out on you like they did Harrell at the light
[Chorus]
I still move work, from the A.M. to the P.M.
Niggas got beef, I'm gonna spray 'em when I see 'em [2X]
[Cassidy]
I pump on the street from the A.M. to the P.M.
Nigga want beef, I'm gonna spray 'em when I see 'em
Lay 'em when I see 'em, AK 'em when I see 'em
Hop out the Bronco, I'll O.J. 'em when I see 'em
Cut a bone out his skin, fish fo-lay 'em when I see 'em
And wire is real, Kanye 'em when I see 'em
On their job, so I'll pay 'em when I see 'em
Turn boys to men I'll wine Yayo when I see 'em
'Cause I'll be on the grid from the P.M. to the A.M.
Paint pictures with my rhymes, you can see 'em when I say 'em
My songs like movies you can see 'em when you play them
If a nigga want beef, when I see 'em I'm gonna spray 'em
For six g's I could get your wip swiss cheesed
I'm like a red nose pit, you a mixed bread
Bitch please all 'em dudes in your crew ass
I'll get you strangled with the strings on your doo-rag
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I still move work from the A.M. to the P.M.
Niggas got beef, I'm gonna spray 'em when I see 'em
I still move work from the A.M. to the P.M.
Niggas got beef, I'm gonna spray 'em when I see 'em
[Cassidy]
I'm gonna let you talk all stupid, till you get harked all stupid
Sparked out stupid, outlined in chalk all stupid
Dog I bite I don't bark all stupid, it is what it is
I'm in the coupe room dropped all stupid
Fitted hat cocked all stupid, gettin' top off stupid
My clientele cop all stupid
We excels on the block all stupid, it is what it is
It's a fact that I rap all stupid
Get your wig pushed back all stupid
We strapped all stupid, I'll get you clapped all stupid
Don't let the pills and the yack make you act all stupid
Yeah I do my thing all stupid, let my chain bling all stupid
My ring all stupid and my earring all stupid
I got them things and I swing all stupid
[Chorus]
[Cassidy]
Yo, with my flow you all amazed and astonished
I've been hot since I got my first Sega with Sonic
Back in the days when Shawn Kemp played for the sonics
I rocked the huge jeans and I played the atonics
You know I blow haze, I'll be blazing the chronic
It got my mind scrambled the and egg and an omelette
I talk to God every day, and he made me a promise
Me and T like, Malcolm and Alasia mahomie
Me and Swizz like Martin and Jessy
But the fact that I can get assassinated, is starting to stress me
I ain't tryna let the police department arrest me
But I still keep the steel tucked under the fresh tee
And I ain't just raping for my health
So before you diss me, you be better off laughing at yourself
Cause I ain't tryna battle on the mic
I have them goons hop out on you like they did Harrell at the light
[Chorus]
Can't Fade Me lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Nas, Quan)
Yea, hehe. Don Quan
A vision of God's Son Nas. That nigga Cass rules. Whattup baby
[Chorus: Quan]
Y'all niggaz is crazy. (To think) Y'all niggaz can't fade me
(Trick these) From the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block
Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin it all I got
Y'all haters can't hold me. (No Way) And y'all don't want to zone me
(Want it your way) So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life how I live it
and whips I be whippin, smokin on the exquisite
[Nas]
In the crib, two bricks of coke, liquor and dope
Pretty Hawaian bitches who eat choch and deep throat
Same niggaz that get down, remember them
California style, yeah I went back again
But much wiser, 'cause these guys are
Leave you up shits creek and won't lose sleep
So while we pack the heat, I got the heckler and koch
My man got the dot, five-oh block
It's like the movies shots as niggaz watch
But the American version
East coast, west coast as we connect these curtains
'Cause we ain't scared to buck, step on the Timbs and Chuck's
Is gonna happen, gun clappin, remember that
Now we on the soothern part of the map
Houston, party of the year, everybody there
Texas, no guestlist, only real players allowed
Me and my dudes make out rounds *Yall must be crazy*
[Chorus: Quan]
[Quan]
VA game spittin, platinum grill grinnin
Chrome rims spinnin, with wood grain glistenin
Any amount we sippin, passion for thugs livin
Free, fresh and out of prison
Flexin that new edition
Good grain gettin, shit and lovin the feelin
Bobby Womack singin, Marisa Rings gleaming
Hat cocked duce, puffin the quarter loosely
Poppin the bottle and tippin fifth of that to goosey
Shinnin for Swill and Halle, smokin for Lil' Shawney
Still reppin Bad Newz, and all my soldiers for me
Enjoy some better days, dispute burdens I carry
See cousin hookin money, for God momentary
Floss every chance I get, spread love freely
Still spittin gangsta shit, 'cause the streets need me
Still got that mack with me, for niggaz actin silly
still pimpin gangsta pretty, reppin in every city
[Chorus: Quan]
[Cassidy]
Yeah, I pray every day for a better life
I think it's gon' get better but it's like I'm never right
Make about it Christ, I'm on both of my knees
There's no hope, that why I'm smokin the trees
Damn, all for the chees, I lost both of my mans
That's why this toast is in the both of my hands
Damn, and I'll sell coke and birds 'fore I go to work
I go to the Range more than I go to church
My whole mentality twisted, but this reality isn't it
I ain't tryin to be fatality listed
And yo reverend, gettin dough is like goin to heaven
And goin to jail, like goin to hell
But before I go in the grave, I'll go in the cell
Just send my son mo' dough in the mail
Oh well, but I got god on my side so I'm beatin the case
This life crazy but I'm keepin the faith
A vision of God's Son Nas. That nigga Cass rules. Whattup baby
[Chorus: Quan]
Y'all niggaz is crazy. (To think) Y'all niggaz can't fade me
(Trick these) From the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block
Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin it all I got
Y'all haters can't hold me. (No Way) And y'all don't want to zone me
(Want it your way) So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life how I live it
and whips I be whippin, smokin on the exquisite
[Nas]
In the crib, two bricks of coke, liquor and dope
Pretty Hawaian bitches who eat choch and deep throat
Same niggaz that get down, remember them
California style, yeah I went back again
But much wiser, 'cause these guys are
Leave you up shits creek and won't lose sleep
So while we pack the heat, I got the heckler and koch
My man got the dot, five-oh block
It's like the movies shots as niggaz watch
But the American version
East coast, west coast as we connect these curtains
'Cause we ain't scared to buck, step on the Timbs and Chuck's
Is gonna happen, gun clappin, remember that
Now we on the soothern part of the map
Houston, party of the year, everybody there
Texas, no guestlist, only real players allowed
Me and my dudes make out rounds *Yall must be crazy*
[Chorus: Quan]
[Quan]
VA game spittin, platinum grill grinnin
Chrome rims spinnin, with wood grain glistenin
Any amount we sippin, passion for thugs livin
Free, fresh and out of prison
Flexin that new edition
Good grain gettin, shit and lovin the feelin
Bobby Womack singin, Marisa Rings gleaming
Hat cocked duce, puffin the quarter loosely
Poppin the bottle and tippin fifth of that to goosey
Shinnin for Swill and Halle, smokin for Lil' Shawney
Still reppin Bad Newz, and all my soldiers for me
Enjoy some better days, dispute burdens I carry
See cousin hookin money, for God momentary
Floss every chance I get, spread love freely
Still spittin gangsta shit, 'cause the streets need me
Still got that mack with me, for niggaz actin silly
still pimpin gangsta pretty, reppin in every city
[Chorus: Quan]
[Cassidy]
Yeah, I pray every day for a better life
I think it's gon' get better but it's like I'm never right
Make about it Christ, I'm on both of my knees
There's no hope, that why I'm smokin the trees
Damn, all for the chees, I lost both of my mans
That's why this toast is in the both of my hands
Damn, and I'll sell coke and birds 'fore I go to work
I go to the Range more than I go to church
My whole mentality twisted, but this reality isn't it
I ain't tryin to be fatality listed
And yo reverend, gettin dough is like goin to heaven
And goin to jail, like goin to hell
But before I go in the grave, I'll go in the cell
Just send my son mo' dough in the mail
Oh well, but I got god on my side so I'm beatin the case
This life crazy but I'm keepin the faith
Kick It Wit You lyrics Cassidy
This for the grown and sexy
This for the grown and sexy (grown and sexy)
This for the grown and sexy
This for the grown and sexy
[Verse 1]
If you down with me then I'm down with you
I lay a nigga down if he fuck around with you
And if you ride wit me I ride wit chu
And if you stick by my side I'll provide for you
And if you there for me I'll be there for you
Through the laughter and tears I'll care for you
And if you role wit me I'll role wit chu
Be your friend till the end and grow old wit chu (boo)
Peep it though
I'm a pimp and I keep a hoe
I met this on the low
Freak like a week ago
Yo I'm on the avenue
And she was walking by while I'm coming out the store wit a bag or two
I would of passed on her
But mami had a ass on her
That'll have u spending cash on her
I move fast come on I'm like come here boo
And she was nice from her shoes to her hair due
Her bracelet was right she had jewels in her hair too
Type that chu might make your wife in a year or two
Yeah boo you officially nice that's why I'm trying to get wit chu tonight
I'ma hit chu iight?
[Chorus 2x]
Hey miss thang (your so sexy)
Can we hang (I want to show you how I)
Do my thang (I'ma getcha) I!! I jus wanna get wit chu
[Verse 2]
Now when i got to the spot i was ringing her phone
like I'm thinking bout bringing you home
But that ain't what its all about unless that's what chu thinking about
I ain't fresh I'm jus taking you out
Listen
Getcha nails done, getcha hair fixed do all of that and call me back on the cell sis
I ain't the hell rich
But I'm still gone fill you wit champagne stuff you with shell fish
Lock still reppin Tony blue gotcha
This lifestyle's only for mobstas
I gotcha
We goin to dinner spot round ten o'clock
I'mma drive by beep da horn then spin the block
Let me know if you are down to row with me
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3]
Now when i went to get her we went to dinner and ate right
But dis da late night im trynna see what her face like
She ain't da first date type she got class
But she dealin wit da Dee dot cash ya hurd dat?
Got off da turnpike she like me to air dat
I reached in my pocket and got it like hold up
I passed her a dub and a dutchie like roll up
Somethin came to me I made a u-whee you kno wat?!
You playin games ma and I'm a player right
But I ain't playin when I sayin u should stay da nite
I'm sayin like if i ain poppin you off
I'm gettin topped at da bus stop and droppin you off (yup!)
Let me know if you are down to row with me
[Chorus 4x]
This for the grown and sexy (grown and sexy)
This for the grown and sexy
This for the grown and sexy
[Verse 1]
If you down with me then I'm down with you
I lay a nigga down if he fuck around with you
And if you ride wit me I ride wit chu
And if you stick by my side I'll provide for you
And if you there for me I'll be there for you
Through the laughter and tears I'll care for you
And if you role wit me I'll role wit chu
Be your friend till the end and grow old wit chu (boo)
Peep it though
I'm a pimp and I keep a hoe
I met this on the low
Freak like a week ago
Yo I'm on the avenue
And she was walking by while I'm coming out the store wit a bag or two
I would of passed on her
But mami had a ass on her
That'll have u spending cash on her
I move fast come on I'm like come here boo
And she was nice from her shoes to her hair due
Her bracelet was right she had jewels in her hair too
Type that chu might make your wife in a year or two
Yeah boo you officially nice that's why I'm trying to get wit chu tonight
I'ma hit chu iight?
[Chorus 2x]
Hey miss thang (your so sexy)
Can we hang (I want to show you how I)
Do my thang (I'ma getcha) I!! I jus wanna get wit chu
[Verse 2]
Now when i got to the spot i was ringing her phone
like I'm thinking bout bringing you home
But that ain't what its all about unless that's what chu thinking about
I ain't fresh I'm jus taking you out
Listen
Getcha nails done, getcha hair fixed do all of that and call me back on the cell sis
I ain't the hell rich
But I'm still gone fill you wit champagne stuff you with shell fish
Lock still reppin Tony blue gotcha
This lifestyle's only for mobstas
I gotcha
We goin to dinner spot round ten o'clock
I'mma drive by beep da horn then spin the block
Let me know if you are down to row with me
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3]
Now when i went to get her we went to dinner and ate right
But dis da late night im trynna see what her face like
She ain't da first date type she got class
But she dealin wit da Dee dot cash ya hurd dat?
Got off da turnpike she like me to air dat
I reached in my pocket and got it like hold up
I passed her a dub and a dutchie like roll up
Somethin came to me I made a u-whee you kno wat?!
You playin games ma and I'm a player right
But I ain't playin when I sayin u should stay da nite
I'm sayin like if i ain poppin you off
I'm gettin topped at da bus stop and droppin you off (yup!)
Let me know if you are down to row with me
[Chorus 4x]
C-Bonics lyrics - Cassidy
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz + (Cassidy)]
Do my ladies run this motherfucker
(smoke sumthin tonight, drink sumthin tonight)
Do my thugs run this motherfucker
(who fuckin tonight, you fuckin tonight)
Some body say YEA {sumbody say yea}
Some body say YEA {sumbody say yea}
[Verse 1]
Whoa my flow to dangerous
so y'all might as well hang it up (yup yup)
Cause ill flip it and change it up
wit the slang, swich the language up, guess what
I left wit this chi-di-dik
She waz thi-di-dik
Got my freak on and got my john li-di-dikd
All in the ri-di-dib
The bra sti-di-dip
Took her thong off and put gloss on her li-di-dips
She on the ji-di-dob
I'm gettin sli-di-dopd
Bout to bang out, gettin mouth, tryin to dri-di-dive
I'm like hold up wait a minute
therse no rush I'ma get way up in it
We goin to ya cri-di-dib
Ta do it bi-di-dig
And I'ma hit like I just did a vi-di-did
Den have fi-di-dun
Whicha ti-di-doung
After I ki-di-done
I'm out swiss we'r di-done
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Whoa my flow to dangerous
so y'all might as well hang it up (yup yup)
Cause ill flip it and change it up
wit the slang, swich the language up
I'm a v-i-issue
Play the strip on my gri-i-issle
I stay wit the p-i-istole on my hip
And I stay wit a clip full of me-i-issles
Gray wrist braclet full of cre-i-istles
I'll leave you cre-i-ipled
Cause I b shootin the tech like when the reff blow the whe-i-istle
But ill do some B I wichu
If you b blowin your nose and I ain't talkin bout wit t-i-issue
My weed green like a p-i-ickle
Hop off the G4, hop in the G ni-i-ickle
Had to throw 24's on the v-i-ichle
And my smile get a broad's hard ne-i-iples
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now you kno I'm a laidies man (na'm-talkn-bout)
May-bop mercades man (na'm-talkn-bout)
My watch cost 80 grand (na'm-talkn-bout)
I'm gettin dat gravy man (na'm-talkn-bout)
Yea I used to sling on the strip (na'm-talkn-bout)
Me, singbing and the click (na'm-talkn-bout)
Now the whole world's sayin my shhh.. (na'm-talkn-bout)
I deserve ey'thing that I get (na'm-talkn-bout)
And you could be a rider but stay in you lane
Cause word to my 5 I ain't playin no games
If its drama den I'm sprayin dem thangs (na'm-talkn-bout)
Cats cant stop sayin my name (na'm-talkn-bout)
Cause I'm hot right now (na'm-talkn-bout)
I can't be stopped right now (na'm-talkn-bout)
Look at the charts I'm on top right now (na'm-talkn-bout)
The kid got it on lock right now (na'm-talkn-bout)
[Chorus]
Do my ladies run this motherfucker
(smoke sumthin tonight, drink sumthin tonight)
Do my thugs run this motherfucker
(who fuckin tonight, you fuckin tonight)
Some body say YEA {sumbody say yea}
Some body say YEA {sumbody say yea}
[Verse 1]
Whoa my flow to dangerous
so y'all might as well hang it up (yup yup)
Cause ill flip it and change it up
wit the slang, swich the language up, guess what
I left wit this chi-di-dik
She waz thi-di-dik
Got my freak on and got my john li-di-dikd
All in the ri-di-dib
The bra sti-di-dip
Took her thong off and put gloss on her li-di-dips
She on the ji-di-dob
I'm gettin sli-di-dopd
Bout to bang out, gettin mouth, tryin to dri-di-dive
I'm like hold up wait a minute
therse no rush I'ma get way up in it
We goin to ya cri-di-dib
Ta do it bi-di-dig
And I'ma hit like I just did a vi-di-did
Den have fi-di-dun
Whicha ti-di-doung
After I ki-di-done
I'm out swiss we'r di-done
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Whoa my flow to dangerous
so y'all might as well hang it up (yup yup)
Cause ill flip it and change it up
wit the slang, swich the language up
I'm a v-i-issue
Play the strip on my gri-i-issle
I stay wit the p-i-istole on my hip
And I stay wit a clip full of me-i-issles
Gray wrist braclet full of cre-i-istles
I'll leave you cre-i-ipled
Cause I b shootin the tech like when the reff blow the whe-i-istle
But ill do some B I wichu
If you b blowin your nose and I ain't talkin bout wit t-i-issue
My weed green like a p-i-ickle
Hop off the G4, hop in the G ni-i-ickle
Had to throw 24's on the v-i-ichle
And my smile get a broad's hard ne-i-iples
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now you kno I'm a laidies man (na'm-talkn-bout)
May-bop mercades man (na'm-talkn-bout)
My watch cost 80 grand (na'm-talkn-bout)
I'm gettin dat gravy man (na'm-talkn-bout)
Yea I used to sling on the strip (na'm-talkn-bout)
Me, singbing and the click (na'm-talkn-bout)
Now the whole world's sayin my shhh.. (na'm-talkn-bout)
I deserve ey'thing that I get (na'm-talkn-bout)
And you could be a rider but stay in you lane
Cause word to my 5 I ain't playin no games
If its drama den I'm sprayin dem thangs (na'm-talkn-bout)
Cats cant stop sayin my name (na'm-talkn-bout)
Cause I'm hot right now (na'm-talkn-bout)
I can't be stopped right now (na'm-talkn-bout)
Look at the charts I'm on top right now (na'm-talkn-bout)
The kid got it on lock right now (na'm-talkn-bout)
[Chorus]
Bellybutton lyrics - Cassidy
Yeah
Cassidy
Huh
This one of my joints for the ladies man
[Hook - Cassidy (Woman)]
Lift up ya shirt, let me see ya bellybutton girl
You got a belly ring, show ya bellybutton girl
(I'm not impressed by the money and the bling
Show me respect and then I'll show you my belly ring)
Lift up ya shirt, let me see ya bellybutton girl
You got a belly ring, show ya bellybutton girl
(Boy you my type and I like to do my thing
Treat me right, I'll show you what's under my belly ring)
[Verse 1]
Ain't nothing funny bout this money I be touching girl
I get the cheese, if you need it, then it's nothing girl
You might not know me, but I know if we was fucking girl
You would get blazed like the haze I be puffing girl
Kissing and hugging girl, licking and sucking girl
Ya body is the truth and you cute as a button girl
And you know I sold rock and I be hustlin girl
The pot I got on my stove top is not stuffing girl
You might not think that I'm the one to put ya trust in girl
But I won't break ya heart for nothing, I ain't bluffing girl
I think you got a crush on me, I see you blushing girl
I got you tempted cause I'm smooth as David Ruffin girl
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm the kid from the telly with R. Kelly man
And I'm a ass, I'm a titty, I'm a belly man
I play them low like when I'm sittin on Pirelli's man
I'm blowing up so they be blowing up my celly man
Doing they gully dance, showing they belly man
It can't be jam because they shake it like it's jelly man
And it's some girls that probably never even wanted one
Till they heard the song and then they went and got they stomach done
Ya belly ring on bling, let ya belly floss
Just go bezerk, lift up ya shirt, show ya belly off
It's eye candy for the guys and it's fly mami
And you might like it if you try, don't be shy mami
[Hook]
[Verse 3 (Woman)]
And I know it some women who don't have a belly ring
It's okay, ay, ay (okay, ay, ay)
Cause you can go to the store and get yourself a belly ring
Today, ay, ay (Today, ay, ay)
On the radio, the TV, even the press
Women get their bellybuttons pierced, even they breasts
You supposed to cloth yourself, not expose yourself
But when this song come on, they can't control theyself
They be doing they thizzle y'all, making it wiggle y'all
I got 'em shaking and bouncing it like the dribble y'all
You know the izzle y'all, I'm off the hizzle y'all
For shizzle my nizzle, I love my nigga Swizzle y'all
Cause he the cat that make the tracks, I'm the cat that's rapping
I'm back in action, and I'm bout to get it crack-a-lacking
I'm that boy, you can be that bitch
So if you got ya belly pierced, let me see that sis, just
[Hook 2x]
Cassidy
Huh
This one of my joints for the ladies man
[Hook - Cassidy (Woman)]
Lift up ya shirt, let me see ya bellybutton girl
You got a belly ring, show ya bellybutton girl
(I'm not impressed by the money and the bling
Show me respect and then I'll show you my belly ring)
Lift up ya shirt, let me see ya bellybutton girl
You got a belly ring, show ya bellybutton girl
(Boy you my type and I like to do my thing
Treat me right, I'll show you what's under my belly ring)
[Verse 1]
Ain't nothing funny bout this money I be touching girl
I get the cheese, if you need it, then it's nothing girl
You might not know me, but I know if we was fucking girl
You would get blazed like the haze I be puffing girl
Kissing and hugging girl, licking and sucking girl
Ya body is the truth and you cute as a button girl
And you know I sold rock and I be hustlin girl
The pot I got on my stove top is not stuffing girl
You might not think that I'm the one to put ya trust in girl
But I won't break ya heart for nothing, I ain't bluffing girl
I think you got a crush on me, I see you blushing girl
I got you tempted cause I'm smooth as David Ruffin girl
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm the kid from the telly with R. Kelly man
And I'm a ass, I'm a titty, I'm a belly man
I play them low like when I'm sittin on Pirelli's man
I'm blowing up so they be blowing up my celly man
Doing they gully dance, showing they belly man
It can't be jam because they shake it like it's jelly man
And it's some girls that probably never even wanted one
Till they heard the song and then they went and got they stomach done
Ya belly ring on bling, let ya belly floss
Just go bezerk, lift up ya shirt, show ya belly off
It's eye candy for the guys and it's fly mami
And you might like it if you try, don't be shy mami
[Hook]
[Verse 3 (Woman)]
And I know it some women who don't have a belly ring
It's okay, ay, ay (okay, ay, ay)
Cause you can go to the store and get yourself a belly ring
Today, ay, ay (Today, ay, ay)
On the radio, the TV, even the press
Women get their bellybuttons pierced, even they breasts
You supposed to cloth yourself, not expose yourself
But when this song come on, they can't control theyself
They be doing they thizzle y'all, making it wiggle y'all
I got 'em shaking and bouncing it like the dribble y'all
You know the izzle y'all, I'm off the hizzle y'all
For shizzle my nizzle, I love my nigga Swizzle y'all
Cause he the cat that make the tracks, I'm the cat that's rapping
I'm back in action, and I'm bout to get it crack-a-lacking
I'm that boy, you can be that bitch
So if you got ya belly pierced, let me see that sis, just
[Hook 2x]
Get 'Em lyrics - Cassidy
[Cassidy]
This the boy Cassidy man
And I'm feeling like a red nose that we just let out the cage man
I'm ready to bite one of you niggaz at any given moment
GET 'EM!!!!
[Verse 1]
My shit is the truth I get in the booth
And start spitting like I'm missing a tooth
You listening duke, I'm gripping the coupe, lifting the roof
Sip the orange juice mixed with the goose
Or shots of the yak I got gats that could lift up a moose
Stay with a biscuit to shoot like I'm Bishop in Juice
I get more bitches than Luke when I run the block
Fiends scream "I Wanna Rock, I Wanna Rock Ock"
I'm right in the curb white and the herb
And I got a nice price on the birds you might could get served
You come with the doe I come with the blow
But if you don't come with the change I'm a come with them thangs
Run up on you with the gun in the dickie
The collar coat hold a hundred and fifty
You wanna get busy come get me I'll bury you cats
Cus I wife the knife and I marry my gat
[Hook-Swizz Beats]
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
[Verse 2]
A yo my flow sick I need an antihistamine
Both of my wrists gleam and my fist just as mean
It's blue but it's see-through like Listerine
I get the cream on the strip fucking with the fiends
So go and get your team
And I'll get 'em all smoked like a stick a nicotine or a nick of green
And I don't talk to these hoes like I'm Mr. Bean
I just let 'em mop me off get a Mr. Clean
And I might pop her off if the chick is mean
I got some stories I can tell I'll sell a chick a dream
I'll let her sip a little liquor let her hit the green
Then I'm a unbutton her blouse and unzip her jeans
And merk that ass, hurt that ass
Cass show you how to work that ass
And I ain't with my boy Kells in the hotel no more
I'm on the strip making sells fish scale galore
Whore
[Hook-Swizz Beats]
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
[Verse 3]
I'm still acting a fool packing a tool
Went back to the dude before I was with the black and the jewels
I don't feel right if I ain't strapped with the tool
But give me a gat and I'm cool like the mac or the ooze
And I'll clap at you dudes I ain't scrapping you dudes
I'm kind of light and I ain't fighting I got ratchets to use
I'll have cats like "Damn yo what happened to dude?"
Listen homey if I'm hungry you'll get jacked for your food
I'm back on the move, back on the grind
I'm a natural born hustler I just happened to rhyme
Who would of ever thought I'll be the cat to get signed
But life hard to predict the shit happen sometimes
Cats jacking my lines, taking my style
But there ain't no perpetrators aloud
If you die then you can't testify when I take it to trial
You can hate it I just take it and smile
Motherfucker
[Hook-Swizz Beats]
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Sick 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em Cass
Sick 'em
This the boy Cassidy man
And I'm feeling like a red nose that we just let out the cage man
I'm ready to bite one of you niggaz at any given moment
GET 'EM!!!!
[Verse 1]
My shit is the truth I get in the booth
And start spitting like I'm missing a tooth
You listening duke, I'm gripping the coupe, lifting the roof
Sip the orange juice mixed with the goose
Or shots of the yak I got gats that could lift up a moose
Stay with a biscuit to shoot like I'm Bishop in Juice
I get more bitches than Luke when I run the block
Fiends scream "I Wanna Rock, I Wanna Rock Ock"
I'm right in the curb white and the herb
And I got a nice price on the birds you might could get served
You come with the doe I come with the blow
But if you don't come with the change I'm a come with them thangs
Run up on you with the gun in the dickie
The collar coat hold a hundred and fifty
You wanna get busy come get me I'll bury you cats
Cus I wife the knife and I marry my gat
[Hook-Swizz Beats]
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
[Verse 2]
A yo my flow sick I need an antihistamine
Both of my wrists gleam and my fist just as mean
It's blue but it's see-through like Listerine
I get the cream on the strip fucking with the fiends
So go and get your team
And I'll get 'em all smoked like a stick a nicotine or a nick of green
And I don't talk to these hoes like I'm Mr. Bean
I just let 'em mop me off get a Mr. Clean
And I might pop her off if the chick is mean
I got some stories I can tell I'll sell a chick a dream
I'll let her sip a little liquor let her hit the green
Then I'm a unbutton her blouse and unzip her jeans
And merk that ass, hurt that ass
Cass show you how to work that ass
And I ain't with my boy Kells in the hotel no more
I'm on the strip making sells fish scale galore
Whore
[Hook-Swizz Beats]
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
[Verse 3]
I'm still acting a fool packing a tool
Went back to the dude before I was with the black and the jewels
I don't feel right if I ain't strapped with the tool
But give me a gat and I'm cool like the mac or the ooze
And I'll clap at you dudes I ain't scrapping you dudes
I'm kind of light and I ain't fighting I got ratchets to use
I'll have cats like "Damn yo what happened to dude?"
Listen homey if I'm hungry you'll get jacked for your food
I'm back on the move, back on the grind
I'm a natural born hustler I just happened to rhyme
Who would of ever thought I'll be the cat to get signed
But life hard to predict the shit happen sometimes
Cats jacking my lines, taking my style
But there ain't no perpetrators aloud
If you die then you can't testify when I take it to trial
You can hate it I just take it and smile
Motherfucker
[Hook-Swizz Beats]
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
Sick 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em Cass
Sick 'em
So Long lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Raekwon, Mashonda)
[Raekwon]
yo cass what up son
[Cassidy]
what's goin on playboy,hows it lookin over there?
[Raekwon]
you know I got me a good one ands all that
[Cassidy]
oh ok,ok
[Raekwon]
wats up with you
[Cassidy]
you know i got me something lovely too you know how we do it
[Raekwon]
you know how like em man, super official right
[Cassidy]
all day if it aint official I aint fucin wit her
[Raekwon]
that's right son
[Cassidy]
ha ha yea,let's do it
[Chorus (Mashonda)]
so many nights i felt like crying (can't get you out my mind)
all this time i felt like dyin
(love's so hard to find)
so I (gotta move on)
yes I (gotta stay strong)
and I (gotta keep it going)
so long (so long)
[Verse 1 (Cassidy)]
It's usually the beauty that attract me but perhaps she was the right person, her personality made me happy and thats why I persued her im a dude that
make manuvers if i choose her then she whipped cause my dick as long as a ruler, she maybe kind of crazy its cool long as I school her im smoove as grand
pooba and i can charm a computer, for us to conversate all it take to make an impression like a teacher lecturing when im speaking she taking lessons, but
everytime we argue and fight I feel like im dying, I feel like trying tell you the truth, you feel like im lyin but imma move on cause im strong as ever
without you, I can do better but I can never forget about you girl.
[Chorus 1x (Mashonda)]
[Verse 2 (Raekwon)]
Ay yo I laced you with the girl braces when you was young, doing ya thang I went to amfye and buy you dem benaces, queen of the temple with the sent of a
lemon all of that lenin shit at time im just observing your menin with all that long hair, sexy, mean walk and your von gear we at the pond you all up
under my arm when we shopping embracing your relock and gloks and tims flyin from Africa yo back to the, you just a sadosure thats why your ones is owsed
up cause when I needed you, you never got flowsed up a layced out lady with taste I gotta just kiss ya face keep ya nigga growned these are the brakes. one!
[Chorus (Mashonda) 1x]
[Verse 3 (Cassidy)]
without her being close is depressing, they say aint nobody perfect but a honey rosted complexion close to perfection plus she got a body that could
probably turn a gay man straight, to stay in shape mommy started taking karate, so while she get it done in the gym runnin the tredmill im runnin for feds
still, keep one in the bed still I be reminicin boo,missin you thats dead real cause you nice in the bed and you nice with the hand skills you awfly
fine, I cant get you off my mind, I aint frontin yea I lost a dyme but you crossed the line and aint follow directions you gone, gettin back together is out
of the question, I moved on.
[Chorus 1x]
6 Minutes lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Fabolous, Lil Wayne)
[Cassidy speaks in the beginning and between each verse]
[Cassidy]
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
and we about to shut the industry down
Aiyyo Wheezy let's get it poppin!
[Lil Wayne]
Hit me!
Front that shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide
I've come to take outside, nah do it right here
Hop out later owning on everybody's home that you fuckin with
Wheezy F baby, please say the baby
Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady
Triple gold these four tires on the whip
Young Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whip
Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil
The pot or kettle, uh
The metal let 'em burn like Ursha but worse, uh
If there's any beef I come Ron like Mertz, uh
Word up, eagle street I'm throwing my curve up
We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbert
I got flow I'm like "Sure" but, if it's about dough I'm like "Sure 'nuff"
I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you niggaz bird lunch
I see your lips moving but I ain't heard much
You see the wirst moving, it look like pure punch
I hear the playa hating but I don't endorse such
I got the Escalade, guts like the tour bus
I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup
And in the tires little package is gone
Might I spend a good deal with these Firestones
I spit like Myer's bones, born in chromers
For the buyers chromosomes I got summers
I got vicadens, valiums I ain't stopping
Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin
And that's how we rocking
How can you hear that bop unless I'm be-bopping
Yeah skip when you hear that click
Cash money nigga I'm that shit
Weezy Baby, ugh!
[Cassidy]
That's what I'm talking about
Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know why they ain't fuckin with you
[Fabolous]
Your goddamn right I'm feeling myself
A chauffeur no sir, I'm wheeling myself
Looking for a chick chilling for self
So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killing herself
I'm having problems dealing with wealth
But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a million yourself
You niggaz must've got a deal for your health
Your cd is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf
I spend big, at any time I can start splurging
The twin cigs open chests like a heart surgeon
And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook
But I keep a stack thick as few college books
I got a new polished look
And twenty dime bitches, to show y'all niggaz how my two dollars look
The boy's got at least six digits on
So the guns gotta be at least midget long
The money, is like ten bridges long
I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on
I got some good smoke just for puffers
The two grand twenty's make the hustlers suffer
Plus it's fluffer, than a cotton ball
I've gotten calls wanting me to put the pot in malls
But nowadays you can't put it past 'em
I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm bout to throw some bullets past 'em
And the niggaz in the hood keep quoting my lines
I don't jump ship I keep floating in mine
Long as I keep toting I'm fine
I'mma have these dick sucking niggaz deep-throating the nine
I jumped in the English ship, Benzed whip
It's Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip
I'm reading scripts no, not the penmanship (no)
The box-office shit (yeah), I box off this bitch (yeah)
Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst
And still make a mil' off the first of months
These dudes be the first to front
'Til they family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front
I'm in the top position, I can make you a proposition
I'm in the hard top waiting on the drop edition
To hell with the patience
I'mma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations
[Cassidy]
Yeah it is what it is, my niggaz just killed y'all and I'mma close the casket
I'm tryin not to let this industry get the best of me y'all
I work hard in the game, the game's stressing me y'all
All they do is complain what they expect from me y'all
From the hood to Hollywood they respecting me y'all
And even overseas they accepting me y'all
All the ladies show me love, the thugs repping me y'all
I get a lot of dirty money so respect me or fall
But I'm saving all my checks, I'm investing 'em all
They say, what goes up is gon' definitely fall
Even the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all
Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe y'all
You can't name another cat that can mess with me y'all
At the shows all the hoes be molesting me y'all
I got broads crying trying to get next to me y'all
I got broads craving begging to have sex with me y'all
Screaming, "Cash you don't know how sexy you are!"
And I'm happy I'm alive, God's blessing me y'all
And all the problems that arrive is God testing me y'all
So I pray everyday but I ain't praying too much
Cause I be sinning everyday so I ain't praying enough
And we all could be beat, and I ain't saying I'm tough
But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up"
If it's beef when we meet then I'm spaying shit up
Prraat prraat.I ain't saying too much and that's that
Cause that cat you embracing with love
Might clap that gat cause he got hate in his blood
Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close
Cause the folks you call friends can envy the most
Some cats'll hang themselves if you give 'em a rope
Burn the bridge and don't give a boat, let 'em sink
Sometimes you gotta give 'em some some time to let 'em think
But sometimes you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink
You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink
I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink
As soon as your eyes shut, them niggaz will ride up
And the guys that you trusted be getting you tied up
And we all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave
That's why even if it's petty I'll be ready to squeeze
But put a cheddar in cheese, guac-a-moola
I pop the ruger, send that hot shit through ya!
Like booya! That's the sound when the pound busting
Ooh, ah, you'll be laying on the ground suffering
Clowning's nothing to pull out and blast you
I try to only resort to violence if I have to
But man niggaz out here are playing fair
So before the odds are even I'm leaving them laying there
And I ain't even playing believe what I'm saying here
Cause before this shit gets further your click gets murdered
And found in a hole in the grass
For trying to play that thug role I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass
And this Cass, nigga I'm that sick
Full Surface nigga I'm that shit, bitch!
The Message lyrics - Cassidy
It’s a real bad time for black celebrities, they lockin everybody up:
Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, R. Kelly, OJ Simpson, Mike Tyson,
Kobe Bryant, Jay-Z, Mystikal, P. Diddy, Allen Iverson, Snoop Dogg, DMX,
Styles P, Shine, Beanie Segal, Lil’ Kim.
[Hook:]
Is it because I’m Black
Is it because I’m Black
When you black you got to hustle, got to struggle and strive.
And not every cat that goes through that struggle survive.
But he got to stay stronger and keep the struggle alive.
They say the struggle died, I say the struggle revived.
My profession is going through oppression.
That’s why I’m so stressed and Im working with no rest,
and no question ima fight for yall cause I don’t like it yall,
we make half as much as them, we workin twice as hard yall.
It aint fair sometimes you seein heaven signs, I aint Pharaohcon
But I got knowledge and I’m sharing mines. I swear its time to
be aware that they fear you mind, and they fear your heart. You
want to change heres the start. I’m tired of watching cops outline
my peers and yall, I’m trying to make a move, I’m not trying to make
the news. They say the consequences worst when we break the
rules. To get back and right you got to make a sacrifice.
[Hook:]
Is it because I’m Black
Is it because I’m Black
We got some problems we need solve, heres our chance to get them handle.
Just take the boycott in Alabama for example. They stop ridin the bus till they
address their affairs. And they ended segregation in less then a year. So imagine
what our status if we made a contribution, we’ll probably be able to change the
constitution. I cant see no other kind of solution we deserve our reparation, its
time for a revolutions. I’m a step ahead of Satan, I read it in Revelation. Forget
your reputation, lets make it a better nation, cause they trying to cage us in,
make us slaves again, eventually its meant to be the new plantation, the penitentiary.
For centuries they had a plan we let them executed, everyday another brother getting
executed. And all our artist getting arrested I aspect improvement. It’s a message
in the music, I suggest you use it.
[Hook:]
Somebody tell me what can I do.
Will I survive or will I die
On the streets its hard to survive.
Why, is it because I’m black,
Hot Shot got rock, I cant bring my cousin back.
Five-hundred thousand sold, gold, yeah it wasn’t platinum,
but Clyde gave me another try, cause I wasn’t whack.
And now im buzzin back, yeah I got my budget back.
Renegotiating got a mil to do a dozen tracks.
Yea I’m eatin only reason is because I rap, my homies eatin only reason is because of crack.
They cant get a job so them niggas quick to rob, quick to steal,
quick to kill, grip the steal, quick to ride.
Malcolm X, Martin Luther King we cant forget them guys.
These politician, hypocrites they got us hypnotize.
That why I kiss rick, why, we got to lift our eyes.
Cause if we keep’em close they just goin keep control.
And hold our sisters and brothers in the pen and we was born guilty
cause the color of our skin.
Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, R. Kelly, OJ Simpson, Mike Tyson,
Kobe Bryant, Jay-Z, Mystikal, P. Diddy, Allen Iverson, Snoop Dogg, DMX,
Styles P, Shine, Beanie Segal, Lil’ Kim.
[Hook:]
Is it because I’m Black
Is it because I’m Black
When you black you got to hustle, got to struggle and strive.
And not every cat that goes through that struggle survive.
But he got to stay stronger and keep the struggle alive.
They say the struggle died, I say the struggle revived.
My profession is going through oppression.
That’s why I’m so stressed and Im working with no rest,
and no question ima fight for yall cause I don’t like it yall,
we make half as much as them, we workin twice as hard yall.
It aint fair sometimes you seein heaven signs, I aint Pharaohcon
But I got knowledge and I’m sharing mines. I swear its time to
be aware that they fear you mind, and they fear your heart. You
want to change heres the start. I’m tired of watching cops outline
my peers and yall, I’m trying to make a move, I’m not trying to make
the news. They say the consequences worst when we break the
rules. To get back and right you got to make a sacrifice.
[Hook:]
Is it because I’m Black
Is it because I’m Black
We got some problems we need solve, heres our chance to get them handle.
Just take the boycott in Alabama for example. They stop ridin the bus till they
address their affairs. And they ended segregation in less then a year. So imagine
what our status if we made a contribution, we’ll probably be able to change the
constitution. I cant see no other kind of solution we deserve our reparation, its
time for a revolutions. I’m a step ahead of Satan, I read it in Revelation. Forget
your reputation, lets make it a better nation, cause they trying to cage us in,
make us slaves again, eventually its meant to be the new plantation, the penitentiary.
For centuries they had a plan we let them executed, everyday another brother getting
executed. And all our artist getting arrested I aspect improvement. It’s a message
in the music, I suggest you use it.
[Hook:]
Somebody tell me what can I do.
Will I survive or will I die
On the streets its hard to survive.
Why, is it because I’m black,
Hot Shot got rock, I cant bring my cousin back.
Five-hundred thousand sold, gold, yeah it wasn’t platinum,
but Clyde gave me another try, cause I wasn’t whack.
And now im buzzin back, yeah I got my budget back.
Renegotiating got a mil to do a dozen tracks.
Yea I’m eatin only reason is because I rap, my homies eatin only reason is because of crack.
They cant get a job so them niggas quick to rob, quick to steal,
quick to kill, grip the steal, quick to ride.
Malcolm X, Martin Luther King we cant forget them guys.
These politician, hypocrites they got us hypnotize.
That why I kiss rick, why, we got to lift our eyes.
Cause if we keep’em close they just goin keep control.
And hold our sisters and brothers in the pen and we was born guilty
cause the color of our skin.
I'm A Hustla (Remix) lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Jay-Z)
[Chorus - Jay-Z]
Nigga ask about me nigga ask about me
Nigga ask about me nigga ask about me
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
I'm so nice I'd bet my life I guess I got gambling problems
You scramblers can't handle the problems, STOP, I win a lot
When I bet so I spend a lot, the rocks on my neck they weigh more
Than a cinder block, to move forward I had to guard and defend the
Rock and I got more blocks than synagogue, Shaq start to get loud when
I send the shots, hit this drama I'm like Douma you dinner opp
Cause you's not no contender opp, I make um sick to they gut when I
Pick up the pen and jot, I grind on summer hustle all winter opp
You working wit a burger to, you still a beginner opp
They bring in chips in when I cock, Scarface died of a 14/5
I give 'em 10 a watt, lets get around break it down get 10 a rot
My clip switch is at 6 and 10 o'clock, I workin with the raw thug
And I be in the spot, you working with the law thug you should of
Been a cop, I don't care if you've been shot been to the pen or not
Pussy I'll pull it, give you A bullet in a box
[Chorus - Jay-Z]
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
[Verse 2 - Cassidy]
You a bitch ass nigga, snitch ass nigga, I'm the type to get cash
Quick fast nigga, Cass is a rich ass nigga, I got it on smash I make
Hits and your shit trash nigga, naw you ain't hot at all, so when the
Media asks if I fuck wit a lot of y'all I'm like not at all, the last
Cat I heard rapping I knotted off, so I ain't fucking with nothing
If I'm not involved, My one liners make rhymers need tylenol, and I've
Been sick with the hook since I wrote Got it off, for kissin Eve, I
Flip the keys, I got 20's of the Christmas trees with no sticks and
Seeds, that'll get you higher than a muthafucka, I'm a pretty type guy
Flyer than a muthafucka, I'm a hustler wit time and a plan, When I
Perform its more than 2000 in the stands, I been getting thousands to
The grams, that's why I'm on the cover of the Source with 10,000 in
My hand, the reason I be smiling for my fans, is because I ain't
Trying lose my deal like I'm Dylon from The Band, man, these niggaz
Acting like thugs, but they ain't never squeeze, these niggaz
Acting like bloods its cuz they ain't never bleed, we all thugs I'm
A better breed and you can't say that I don't come back to the hood
Cuz I ain't never leave, and shit change, shit the same wit this
Cheddar cheese, I just cop betta coke and smoke betta weed, I'm single
So I get the hoes that I want, I had the #1 single and went gold
In a month what you want
[Chorus]
Nigga ask about me nigga ask about me
Nigga ask about me nigga ask about me
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
I'm so nice I'd bet my life I guess I got gambling problems
You scramblers can't handle the problems, STOP, I win a lot
When I bet so I spend a lot, the rocks on my neck they weigh more
Than a cinder block, to move forward I had to guard and defend the
Rock and I got more blocks than synagogue, Shaq start to get loud when
I send the shots, hit this drama I'm like Douma you dinner opp
Cause you's not no contender opp, I make um sick to they gut when I
Pick up the pen and jot, I grind on summer hustle all winter opp
You working wit a burger to, you still a beginner opp
They bring in chips in when I cock, Scarface died of a 14/5
I give 'em 10 a watt, lets get around break it down get 10 a rot
My clip switch is at 6 and 10 o'clock, I workin with the raw thug
And I be in the spot, you working with the law thug you should of
Been a cop, I don't care if you've been shot been to the pen or not
Pussy I'll pull it, give you A bullet in a box
[Chorus - Jay-Z]
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
[Verse 2 - Cassidy]
You a bitch ass nigga, snitch ass nigga, I'm the type to get cash
Quick fast nigga, Cass is a rich ass nigga, I got it on smash I make
Hits and your shit trash nigga, naw you ain't hot at all, so when the
Media asks if I fuck wit a lot of y'all I'm like not at all, the last
Cat I heard rapping I knotted off, so I ain't fucking with nothing
If I'm not involved, My one liners make rhymers need tylenol, and I've
Been sick with the hook since I wrote Got it off, for kissin Eve, I
Flip the keys, I got 20's of the Christmas trees with no sticks and
Seeds, that'll get you higher than a muthafucka, I'm a pretty type guy
Flyer than a muthafucka, I'm a hustler wit time and a plan, When I
Perform its more than 2000 in the stands, I been getting thousands to
The grams, that's why I'm on the cover of the Source with 10,000 in
My hand, the reason I be smiling for my fans, is because I ain't
Trying lose my deal like I'm Dylon from The Band, man, these niggaz
Acting like thugs, but they ain't never squeeze, these niggaz
Acting like bloods its cuz they ain't never bleed, we all thugs I'm
A better breed and you can't say that I don't come back to the hood
Cuz I ain't never leave, and shit change, shit the same wit this
Cheddar cheese, I just cop betta coke and smoke betta weed, I'm single
So I get the hoes that I want, I had the #1 single and went gold
In a month what you want
[Chorus]
My Interpretation lyrics - Cassidy
Okay.
This joint is knockin' right here
I don't even need to write to this joint this easy
I'mma just talk to 'em off the top, listen
My interpretation of what the game facin'
I'm basin' my facts on ancient civilization
And my proclamation plus the world and its foundation
My education is statin' black unification
Debatin' whether Satin is situatin'
And placin' me in a state of mind that can't be shaken
It's like a leech slurrin' my specch, energy taken
It's brakin' my fiberglass thoughts that pass through my mental
Lettin' off frustration through meditation in conventional
Dimension in teleportation
And like the length between words in the first grade my mind is spacin'
Out on route like telephone communications through nations
Give me 360 degree rotations my occupation
Spittin' flows and creatin' a creation through experimental situations
They drug me 'cuz my thoughts bloody like menstruations
Makin' my temperature heat up like incubation
They tracin' and chasin' from location to location
I'm stationed at a hotel accomidation
Waitin' to start me and my squad organization
But I'm hesitatin', too many outside irritations
Makin' me pause and might cause altercations
But I'm penetratin', surpassin' so-called limitations
Dedication, motivation and concentration
Manifestation is the key to escalation
And fluctuation of cheese might cause MC's suffocation
Or tax on cats 'cuz no jacks is bein' fakin'
They typically pissin' me off like urination
Deflation and toleration is in consideration
But me in my rankin' is like Bob Marley to Jamaicans
I might be...slightly exaggeratin' but eliminatin'
These snakes wit affiliation got the system scared
Like mice durin' extermination
Erasin' the rhymes rapper's lines wit time and patience
Takin' no shorts, thoughts like woo blunts I'm lacin'
Comin' down like condensation givin' proper information
My interpretation of the rap business
Since my christenin' I wanted to be a rap technician
Splittin' mics in half for my fans when I'm spittin'
Never forgettin' how rap started from the beginnin'
But most of these ignorant rappers talkin' 'bout money they gettin'
Bars they spittin', cars they whippin', nice clothes they dipped in
Hoes they hittin', 9's they grippin'
But they gotta expand they mind and rhyme somethin' different
For instance, that's what I be kickin' in my writtens
But if you listen pay attention positivity's mentioned
My composition has a 50 slash 50 division
I can please both crowds no vocals is my intentions
When I do that wit rap I expand my comprehension
Extendin' my knowledge like goin' to college at Princeton
The industry's missin' and interpretation that's sickenin'
They was wishin' I presented so now I'm forever in it
The business...
This joint is knockin' right here
I don't even need to write to this joint this easy
I'mma just talk to 'em off the top, listen
My interpretation of what the game facin'
I'm basin' my facts on ancient civilization
And my proclamation plus the world and its foundation
My education is statin' black unification
Debatin' whether Satin is situatin'
And placin' me in a state of mind that can't be shaken
It's like a leech slurrin' my specch, energy taken
It's brakin' my fiberglass thoughts that pass through my mental
Lettin' off frustration through meditation in conventional
Dimension in teleportation
And like the length between words in the first grade my mind is spacin'
Out on route like telephone communications through nations
Give me 360 degree rotations my occupation
Spittin' flows and creatin' a creation through experimental situations
They drug me 'cuz my thoughts bloody like menstruations
Makin' my temperature heat up like incubation
They tracin' and chasin' from location to location
I'm stationed at a hotel accomidation
Waitin' to start me and my squad organization
But I'm hesitatin', too many outside irritations
Makin' me pause and might cause altercations
But I'm penetratin', surpassin' so-called limitations
Dedication, motivation and concentration
Manifestation is the key to escalation
And fluctuation of cheese might cause MC's suffocation
Or tax on cats 'cuz no jacks is bein' fakin'
They typically pissin' me off like urination
Deflation and toleration is in consideration
But me in my rankin' is like Bob Marley to Jamaicans
I might be...slightly exaggeratin' but eliminatin'
These snakes wit affiliation got the system scared
Like mice durin' extermination
Erasin' the rhymes rapper's lines wit time and patience
Takin' no shorts, thoughts like woo blunts I'm lacin'
Comin' down like condensation givin' proper information
My interpretation of the rap business
Since my christenin' I wanted to be a rap technician
Splittin' mics in half for my fans when I'm spittin'
Never forgettin' how rap started from the beginnin'
But most of these ignorant rappers talkin' 'bout money they gettin'
Bars they spittin', cars they whippin', nice clothes they dipped in
Hoes they hittin', 9's they grippin'
But they gotta expand they mind and rhyme somethin' different
For instance, that's what I be kickin' in my writtens
But if you listen pay attention positivity's mentioned
My composition has a 50 slash 50 division
I can please both crowds no vocals is my intentions
When I do that wit rap I expand my comprehension
Extendin' my knowledge like goin' to college at Princeton
The industry's missin' and interpretation that's sickenin'
They was wishin' I presented so now I'm forever in it
The business...
Hotel lyrics - Cassidy (feat. R Kelly)
[R Kelly:]
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening to the sounds of swiss beats.
We got cassidy in here. Kels! We in our throwbacks.
This is for the ladies, we got room keys.
[Chorus (R Kelly):]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin',
6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin'
checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin'
[Cassidy:]
I'm staying in the hotel, not the motel or the holi-day inn.
If that girl don't participate, well then I'ma take her friend.
Well if, mami is with it then, mami can give it then, mami a rider, I'ma, slide up beside her.
I got a suite, you can creep on through, I know you tryin' to get your freak on too,
I'll do it all for that (lady), yeah I ball for that (lady), hit the mall for that (lady),
keep it fly for them (ladies), keep my eye on them (ladies), hot tub for them (ladies),
pop bub' for them (ladies), I got love for ma (ladies), yeeah!
[Chorus (R Kelly)]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin'
[Cassidy:]
We're the new Car-tel, R.Kel with the kid Cass-idy.
Girl if you man start actin' up, ask for him or ask for me.
'Cuz see, we could go get it crackin, but you know what'll happen,
we be under the covers, makin' love to each other.
I got a double bed, one's to sleep on, other one's to get my freak on, (ladies) it's all for them (ladies).
Yeah I ball for that (ladies), hit the mall for that, (ladies) keep
it fly for them, (ladies) keep my eye on them, (ladies) hot tub for them,
(ladies) pop bub' for them, (ladies) I got love for ma, yeeeah!
[Chorus (R Kelly)]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin'
[Cassidy:]
We goin' Chi-town steppin' out, to the club lettin' out, and we goin' sex it out,
'til we all checkin' out. I got my chicks
I'ma bring to the tele, we 'bout to do the damn thing, sing to 'em Kelly.
[R Kelly:]
It's alright(it's alright) If you wanna come with me, and fulfill your fantasy, baby in my hotel suite.
And it's ok, if you wanna party night 'til day, I will do anything you say.
Just come to my hotel.
[Chorus (R Kelly)]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin'
[Call out:]
You've just heard, a classic, featuring the one and only, Kels, Cassidy, Swiss beats the monster (yes i am)
Full service the label, Rock***the family, Ruff ryders the family.
This one's for the ladies y'all. The baby, believe it! Get your hands up!
It's over.
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening to the sounds of swiss beats.
We got cassidy in here. Kels! We in our throwbacks.
This is for the ladies, we got room keys.
[Chorus (R Kelly):]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin',
6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin'
checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin'
[Cassidy:]
I'm staying in the hotel, not the motel or the holi-day inn.
If that girl don't participate, well then I'ma take her friend.
Well if, mami is with it then, mami can give it then, mami a rider, I'ma, slide up beside her.
I got a suite, you can creep on through, I know you tryin' to get your freak on too,
I'll do it all for that (lady), yeah I ball for that (lady), hit the mall for that (lady),
keep it fly for them (ladies), keep my eye on them (ladies), hot tub for them (ladies),
pop bub' for them (ladies), I got love for ma (ladies), yeeah!
[Chorus (R Kelly)]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin'
[Cassidy:]
We're the new Car-tel, R.Kel with the kid Cass-idy.
Girl if you man start actin' up, ask for him or ask for me.
'Cuz see, we could go get it crackin, but you know what'll happen,
we be under the covers, makin' love to each other.
I got a double bed, one's to sleep on, other one's to get my freak on, (ladies) it's all for them (ladies).
Yeah I ball for that (ladies), hit the mall for that, (ladies) keep
it fly for them, (ladies) keep my eye on them, (ladies) hot tub for them,
(ladies) pop bub' for them, (ladies) I got love for ma, yeeeah!
[Chorus (R Kelly)]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin'
[Cassidy:]
We goin' Chi-town steppin' out, to the club lettin' out, and we goin' sex it out,
'til we all checkin' out. I got my chicks
I'ma bring to the tele, we 'bout to do the damn thing, sing to 'em Kelly.
[R Kelly:]
It's alright(it's alright) If you wanna come with me, and fulfill your fantasy, baby in my hotel suite.
And it's ok, if you wanna party night 'til day, I will do anything you say.
Just come to my hotel.
[Chorus (R Kelly)]
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin'
[Call out:]
You've just heard, a classic, featuring the one and only, Kels, Cassidy, Swiss beats the monster (yes i am)
Full service the label, Rock***the family, Ruff ryders the family.
This one's for the ladies y'all. The baby, believe it! Get your hands up!
It's over.
Lipstick lyrics - Cassidy
[Jazze Pha]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Full Surface)
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Cassidy)
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Jazze Fezzay Leezay)
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Swiss Beats)
[Chorus]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!)
[Jazze Pha + (Female)]
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
[Cassidy]
Im shinin', doin it big
I spend more time in the club, then I do in my crib
The kid is a ladies man, but I get called shady
'Cause im alot of ladies man
And I can't be commited to nothin, I hit it and run
With my hand glitter, and I get it and come
I floss on a chick, put the frost on her wrist
My diamonds shinin' like the gloss on her lips
This Frankie B, thanks to me
When we get to the bar, all drinks is free
I own the party, 'cause I chrome the Farrari Maranello, in this canary yellow
[Chorus]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!)
[Jazze Pha + (Female)]
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
[Cassidy]
To all my chicks thats strippin, makin the cash
Thats beautiful, keep on shakin ya ass
Even though you get naked, and you takin it off
You be rakin in the cake, when they be breakin you off (PUNKS!)
Now where are all my girls in school?, You will lose in this world if ya girl a fool
You need brain in ya life, some change in ya life, some cognac and champagne in ya life
Or you might need a working lady
You go girl!, twist and twirl twerk it baby (LADIES!)
We all gone shine tonight, get blind and have a good time tonight, tonight!
[Chorus]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!)
[Jazze Pha + (Female)]
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
[Cassidy]
Its full surface, betta notice the name
You can't help but to notice the chain, Ching! Ching! (Bling Bling)
In my fist it bling, I just gave a chick cold sore when she kissed the ring, sing
I got girls all around the world, Dog i'll hit i'll get around ya girl
Don't take it personal though
'Cause i'll look good, and im good person to know
So Pop ya bottles pop ya E's, and I got the dutches got the trees
The kid, get his jig on bumpin and grindin'
And I hit the hotel, with a slut and a condom
[Chorus]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!) (Come on ya'll)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!)
[Jazze Pha + (Female)]
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Full Surface)
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Cassidy)
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Jazze Fezzay Leezay)
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Swiss Beats)
[Chorus]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!)
[Jazze Pha + (Female)]
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
[Cassidy]
Im shinin', doin it big
I spend more time in the club, then I do in my crib
The kid is a ladies man, but I get called shady
'Cause im alot of ladies man
And I can't be commited to nothin, I hit it and run
With my hand glitter, and I get it and come
I floss on a chick, put the frost on her wrist
My diamonds shinin' like the gloss on her lips
This Frankie B, thanks to me
When we get to the bar, all drinks is free
I own the party, 'cause I chrome the Farrari Maranello, in this canary yellow
[Chorus]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!)
[Jazze Pha + (Female)]
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
[Cassidy]
To all my chicks thats strippin, makin the cash
Thats beautiful, keep on shakin ya ass
Even though you get naked, and you takin it off
You be rakin in the cake, when they be breakin you off (PUNKS!)
Now where are all my girls in school?, You will lose in this world if ya girl a fool
You need brain in ya life, some change in ya life, some cognac and champagne in ya life
Or you might need a working lady
You go girl!, twist and twirl twerk it baby (LADIES!)
We all gone shine tonight, get blind and have a good time tonight, tonight!
[Chorus]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!)
[Jazze Pha + (Female)]
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
[Cassidy]
Its full surface, betta notice the name
You can't help but to notice the chain, Ching! Ching! (Bling Bling)
In my fist it bling, I just gave a chick cold sore when she kissed the ring, sing
I got girls all around the world, Dog i'll hit i'll get around ya girl
Don't take it personal though
'Cause i'll look good, and im good person to know
So Pop ya bottles pop ya E's, and I got the dutches got the trees
The kid, get his jig on bumpin and grindin'
And I hit the hotel, with a slut and a condom
[Chorus]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!) (Come on ya'll)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!)
[Jazze Pha + (Female)]
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
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