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

It's that shit right here

Dollar bill dreams

My nigga Jag, Cassidy

Chubby Swag Jag

Mayhem Music nigga

Cassidy, the hustla

And I've got my man ARAb, top goon of Philly

DJ Thorough

It's Mayhem Music

Look, on my mama he a basic chillin'

Heard he in the streets, he dealin' flip more, Rick the villain

Big chief, I be smokin' in my TB chillin'

My little goon just caught a body but at least he killin'

For show the nicest part bullets rip your spine apart

Ice got me drawning, niggas clowinin'. Watch us clumb the charts

Oh yea, I grind with sharks. I was with 'em last night

Come to things, I'm the one they come to with the glass pipes

Stackin' on my stacks just so I can get my cash right

While with the coka, runnin' miles on my mass pipe

But I don't double them. I don't got a Maybach

Soon as niggas spend I'm thinkin' what niggas could make back

Hit up Abby, I sent him 2, he send me 8 back

Gorilla, where my apes at? I'll rock you nigga asap

Niggas is jokin', somebody told me makes back

Well, tell me where the cake at. The jews and the safe at

The train, A clap. I'm ridin' with fats that don't slip

You talkin' out the side of your neck, blaw

My whole team workin', I come for the cream cousin

We see you fakin', I see you straight like I'm mean muggin'

Yea, I'll be bustin' in my sleep like I'm dream fuckin'

The smoke comin' out the barrow like a steam oven

I'll be rippin' the pipe hard, the stiff in the rod

That's why my trips to the night, yea, I be shippin' the blocks

I'm mad happy, I'm filled with punches, I'm Jag happy

Couldn't cut it in school but now I'm stab happy

And now I've got the bad bitches getting mad at me

Everything cost, gotta pay me just to grab at me

Got to the bak and the teller throwin' bags at me

Car lot, got the car, dealer throwin' Jags at me

We on that new shit, rain man in the booth seat

Work in the trunk like a roo sip, we too thick

I'm runnin' like bad tiers, been workin' on mad tier

Jag fired, got the Family Guy on, it's Quagmire

Nigga I'm scorchin', I'm past fire, lava land

I come from south central, the home of a lot of champs

I got a camp that I roam with and you got us amped

My name been up in the streets like I got a stamp

I'm too hot with the blue rocks in my diamond bag

We buzzin' like hornets, I'm ballin' out in my Cayman back

Yea, I'm getting the best A's from some essays

Fuck my niggas workin', they grindin' til all their debts paid

Believe me, you could get greezy like fresh wades

Run up on you, pull a gun up on you long as my left leg

Y'all folk would get your jaw broke or your chest cage

I use the Gillette blade to cut you like a fresh fave

I'm always on my job, I never get no rest days

I'm sittin' on the yolk like a fresh laid nestle

I just cop the watch with the guap that I've just made

The racks C through like my watch got X ray

And I'm a sex slave for punta on cunta

Kent 8, I'm str8 like 6 o'clock but you're Bengay

I don't know how them other men play, I've gotta get guap

So I'll be chopin' them plots like I'm a sensei

Comprende? My clientele order quarters

I could make that white bitch swim in some boiling water

And I've got your chick open like a C section

Giving me neck and she don't have no gag reflex

You'll be tricking 'em bitches, I'm having free sex

My homies like remix, every night a freak fest

She a freak with some double D breasts

I'm fly as a pterodactyl, she eat the meat like a T-Rex

Fuck the BS. I'm movin' that Ryan Seacrest

Grindin', shinin' like a diamond, VVS

Yea, I'm on the strip to the packet bong

Lookin' for a nigga I could empty out the ratchet on

I clap the drone on the same strip that I'm trapping on

Big kids get that in the same hits, they hat is on

I got a lot of diamonds and a lot of platinum on

Cause I rap and I made this track that I'm rappin' on

These rap cats I be snackin' on

Fuck it! I'm cold blooded. In the summer time I need a jacket on

Cats is dron, I'd better get Lucy Lu

I'm wearin' shoes, a Gucci belt and some Gucci shoes

I left this groupie with a coochie bruise

And a red ass cause I had trash with her coochie coo

Kiss my back side

I just bought a coup and made the back seat give the roof a piggy back ride

And the pink change colors like a kitty cat eye

That's crack nigga, cause I'm the shit like crack litter

It's a rap nigga

They say money make the world spin

I'm at the Louie store, spendin' like a whirlwind

And put your RA cryin' 'bout a girlfriend

I'd rather get the pyrex and drop your end

I get straight to the pussy, no foreplay

I was sittin' in jail for a short stay

And let that nigga show up on court day

I'm a show him a moon in broad day

AK street sweep, no duff pan

Cut grams, play the corners like a cut man

I left school, used to hang in the hookie house

I dropped all N word and pulled the cookie house

Big money, gotta count for 3 days

White girl, I make you drop like D Wade

Perk Lee, Sour D, you're the pea haze

I had your girl tell me I've got 3 legs

I be with goons that take lives

10 stacks to the ground when I shake dice

Bad bitch in the car, that's straight dike

Fat ass with jaw like a great white

Night horror, move it all on the late night

20 large in my drawer but I could take flight

I'm in LA, I'm a Road Runner

So fuck lap, I'm getting burned for the lil numbers

I'm a rich taker, I get big paper

I've got a Mag 32 for my brick playaz

Or EA's just a set and I'm the dictator

20 grand is a bet and that's shit paper

I took a brown paper bag to the car lot

Drove off, red Jag and his hard top

I carry big guns thata make a car stop

Give my young'un 9 soft and get a mall shot

I used to walk around with hoes in my snickers

Now my block move night hoes in my sleep

Rolled from the streets and live in the line of fire

Pull up, bang on 'em, stock myer

I got nigga thata bring it to your mom homes

Hidin' in the bush, 30 shot, 9 off

So what your life like? I showed you what mine about

Sellin' weed, rock bricks, I took 9 out

I get guap, I was raised on a drug block

I'm a goon, I keep a mass in the glove box

We was poor, we didn't get to eat our grub hot

Now I'm at the car lot with a drugnot

Mayhem Music

I Don't Like (Freestyle) lyrics - Cassidy

Don't like like, don't like like

I'll snatch somebody, stash it at the pole light

Don't like like, don't like like

I'll fish somebody, stash it at the pole light

Street crackin' 'em fake raps

That's the shit I don't write

I'm not a fake cat, I hate rats

That's the shit I don't like

I'm not a snitch, I hate that

That's the shit I don't like

And I'm not a bitch, I play with that

I stay strapped, I don't fight

We fuckin' G's, I hustle weed

I touch the keys but I don't type

I've got a wife but I fuck with chicks

Like suck the dick but bitch, don't bite

Fuck the shit, you might fuck with chicks

But if you suckin' dick then you fuckin' gay

You a fuckin' bitch so these kids should buy you a fuckin' gift for Mother's Day

I had to jump in since them kids was ran and closed the other way

So don't get shit criss crossed

You get pistol whipped if I'm pissed off

All the shit that you piss off

You can't name a song that I don't kill

There's not too many rappers that don't squeal and that's the shit that I don't feel

I'll snatch somebody, stash it at the pole light

I'll fish somebody, stash it at the pole light

Sneak this other, bash it at the pole light

Don't like like, don't like like

I'll snatch somebody, stash it at the pole light

Don't like like, don't like like

I'll fish somebody, stash it at the pole light

Same Damn Time Freestyle lyrics - Cassidy

Wearin' Polo, wearin' Gucci, at the same damn time

Gettin' head, eatin' coochy, at the same damn time

Smokin' cush, smokin' solid at the same damn time

Sellin' hall, sell Impala, at the same damn time

At the same damn time, at the same damn time

At the same damn time, at the same damn time

Countin' money, twistin' green, at the same damn time

Drinkin' liquor, sippin' lean, at the same damn time

If y'all try to rob be, got to shoot me first

The gun is under my Gucci shirt

The ball of G, I got a hoe with me

And she keep the heat in her Gucci purse

I got dough to give, yea yours to flip

And I might throw the dick in this groupie first

I like the bitch cause her coochy squirt

I'm a hit it, I'm lickin' that coochy first

Chicks like me now and they wipe me down

I might go buy a Free Bruce Lee shirt

I'm a pipe it down till that coochy hurt

I'm a hit but I'm gettin' that coofee first

I'm on the strip with that fish scale

This row, we call that sushi work

A closet full of that (Gucci)

Li-like the anklets in our Gucci verse

I I I sling bricks they can't flip

The same shit that got pookie murk

I'm a G but not on that gang shit

That's the same shit that got tookie murk

I'm a gang star like Guru

With the seaman freezed that's true blue

You cheatin' on your boo boo

But your girl cheatin' on you too

I said I wanna fuck you, boo

And she said I wanna fuck you too

But all you can do is give head tonight

Cause at a red light I'm like soo woo

I I I ain't gotta front

It's a lot of things I want

So I'm grindin', t-tr-tryna do a lot of things at once

Wearin' Polo, wearin' Gucci, at the same damn time

Gettin' head, eatin' coochy, at the same damn time

Smokin' cush, smokin' solid at the same damn time

Sellin' hall, sell Impala, at the same damn time

At the same damn time, at the same damn time

At the same damn time, at the same damn time

Countin' money, twistin' green, at the same damn time

Drinkin' liquor, sippin' lean, at the same damn time

Yeaaaaa

Cassidy

Lost and you found 'I'm

Shoutouts to Chubby Jag and A R Add

Yeaaaaa

I'm back on my bullshit

And some of you niggaz act like y'all forgot about the pressure I was applyin'

So I'm about to refresh your memory

I'm 'bout to drop the hottest mixtape on the street

Mayhem music

It's about to get ugly

Feel me

Pissed of avenger

Bangers in the air

This for the niggaz that love bars, love real rap, love hip-hop

That shit ain't died cause there's niggaz like me still alive

Niggaz that could still buy the ship

And that's exactly what I'm about to do

Stock body and shit

I'm a buy these mike beats, off these niggaz beats

Whatever motherfuckin' beats I feel like jumpin' on

I can even buy this shit acapella

I don't even need no motherfuckin' beat

Y'all niggaz know you're scared of me

Stop frontin'

Y'all know you're afraid of the shit I be bringin' to the team

Cause every time I get in the motherfuckin' booth

I spit bars to embarrass motherfuckers

Feel me

Pissed of avenger

It's about to get ugly

I'm rapped out man

Scream at me

Peace

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

Let's go!

[Hook:]

Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper

Keep the dutch full of kush and keep a cup full of vodka

My closet got more sneakes than a foot locker

And every day I stuff my face with steak and lobsters

Got a kilo on my wrist bitch I'm cashin' out

Got a kilo on my neck yes I'm cashin' out

Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper

Keep the dutch full of kush and keep a cup full of vodka

[Verse 1:]

I'm high that's why I be in my zone

Grams of that grand daddy I be getting stoned

This chicks are damn, daddy why you never call my phone?

Don't you kids got a damn daddy bitch leave me alone

I'm not tryna hear your problems, I've got problems of my own

Like mixing syrup with ciroc and mixing mollys with patron

If you fuck the first night then I might probably take you home

And if you swallowing the pipe then you could probly get a loan

You could owe me but you gotta blow me like a saxophone

'Cause you wasn't with me rappin on that microphone

Bitch, you need a lot but you don't think a lot

'Cause you drink a lot and smoke weed a lot

But I can tell you don't read a lot

'Cause you're talking stupid you need to stop

Just call me when you need the cock

And I'll call you when I need to pop

I need the gwuap so I need a chick

That Don't need shit she just need the dick

The weed get lit til' I'm passing out

Bitch I'm about to put another classic out

I'm spazzing out, I'm not a has been

I get the cash in then I'm cashin' out

[Verse 2:]

Louie's got the grams but still we gotta heat 'em

I'm a pill it if you say that I'm a deal your wrist watch

I'm a chill it, I'm a make you niggas feel it

If it's lookin', I'm a grill it, told you niggas I'm a kill it

Jag keep it real, chubby pocket swole up

The whole know as soon as we roll up

I'm like roll up, a ho hold up

Cause these bitches out tonight, they know us

They lean on me, they, they called up

They stand around cause we poured up

I'm turnt up like so what

Shit movin fast but I'm slowed up

She loose loose, fat'o thang like Bruce Bruce

Fuck nearly she assed out

Cause we rackin' up, Yup we cashed out

Chubby

[Hook]

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

Y'already know huh

Flyest fat niggas you know

Chubby, Lost and Found, T Dot what happenin'?

Let 'em know

I've got heaters maxin' semis, come to hoes I'm mackin' many

Come to cash me the cash, I'm stackin' plenty

Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny

Yep, just call 'em Shaq and Penny

Talkin' guap, we stakin' plenty

Yea we ballin', Shaq and Penny

I've got heaters maxin' semis, come to hoes I'm mackin' many

Come to cash me the cash, I'm stackin' plenty

Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny

Yep, just call 'em Shaq and Penny

Talkin' guap, we stakin' plenty

Yea we ballin', Shaq and Penny

Ok, Chubby Jag on that new shit

Homie true shit, I'm too sick

I'm on point like a tooth pick

If there's beef you can call me Ruth Chris

Ha, yellow stones with the blue mix

Whole rack for my new kicks

Station wagon my old ho

That new Jag is my new bitch

I'm ridin' 'round and get lil brain

Cause I'm walkin' 'round like I'm too flamed

Got me in the leave with a new game

So just fall back, you too lame

My kick game so sick at home

I'm walkin' 'round like Liu Kang

It's my, I spend it

I'm walkin' 'round like 2 Chainz

Real nigga you starin' at

Can't beat me with no fake look

A thousand hoes wanna fuck subby

They like a nigga, no Facebook

On the taker just one time

So we lookin' out for the one time

Cold kid, I got dumb lines

I'm eatin' up like it's lunch time

Hustle hard like it's crunch time

My new song, made a theme on it

New strap, got a beam on it

Purple juice, I lean on it

Any nigga wanna say somethin'

You best believe that I'm callin' out

Getting work off like I'm callin' out

Shaw and Penny, we ballin' out

I've got heaters maxin' semis, come to hoes I'm mackin' many

Come to cash me the cash, I'm stackin' plenty

Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny

Yep, just call 'em Shaq and Penny

Talkin' guap, we stakin' plenty

Yea we ballin', Shaq and Penny

Purple lean, I'm juiced up

Purple haze, great good stuff

I'm with this chick that I scooped up

I'm fuckin' and chuckin' the dudes up

I'm in the coup with the roof up

Cause I'm too stuck and my eyes red

Before my bred, I clap gats and that snap back when you guys here

You'd better listen to what I said

When I talk, all ears

I push the rock like Rondo

But shoot shots like Paul Pearce

I'm on my job all year

My diamonds break cause the rhymes are right

I'm tryna write, I'm kinda short

Spendin' all my money, I'm buyin' 'em high

When I'm on the mike I'm kinda nice

So I'm a blow like dynamite

Her vagina tight, I'm a pimper man

Chicks like me, no Instagram

I've been the man, ain't shit switched

And I get chicks, they lick dick

I'm a twit pick the swallower and show it to all my followers

That's the way your baller play

Jag shakin', I'm hard away

Gucci belt and some skinnies on

Polo shirt and some panties on

I'm a spend til the Benji's gone

Don't you ever compare me to them

I'm so fly and I'm so high

My eyes lookin' like Jeremy Lynn

I've got heaters maxin' semis, come to hoes I'm mackin' many

Come to cash me the cash, I'm stackin' plenty

Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny

Yep, just call 'em Shaq and Penny

Talkin' guap, we stakin' plenty

Yea we ballin', Shaq and Penny

I've got heaters maxin' semis, come to hoes I'm mackin' many

Come to cash me the cash, I'm stackin' plenty

Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny Shaq and Penny

Yep, just call 'em Shaq and Penny

Talkin' guap, we stakin' plenty

Yea we ballin', Shaq and Penny

Rondo lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Decypha)

As we continue on...

Cassidy

Featuring DeCypha

Let's go

I'm 'bout that, niggas know the motto

You can it cheap homie if you know who I know

'Bout to make it rain, get your poncho

Niggas start the trip in 9 zone man, Rondo

Rondo Rondo (I run the team) Rondo Rondo

(Ball for the green) Rondo Rondo

I'm known to make a shit sound mean out this bitch (Rondo Rondo)

Couple racks, nice whip

Blood would droll roll like a night stick

I'm talkin' shots, I'm talkin' lando

I'm a star, blue chip

Bangin' that Rosay, money make you come

Say your head dumb? Well bitch come give me some

Catch me in the club where them bottles pop

My goons packin' more metal than Robocop

No pat downs, we pass security

So we can be a whole lot of fulerie

I see a bad chick, I'm on the pronto

She'd better be a 9, Rondo

I'm 'bout that, niggas know the motto

You can it cheap homie if you know who I know

'Bout to make it rain, get your poncho

Niggas start the trip in 9 zone man, Rondo

Rondo Rondo (I run the team) Rondo Rondo

(Ball for the green) Rondo Rondo

I'm known to make a shit sound mean out this bitch (Rondo Rondo)

I'm ballin' like Rondo, I'm on the grind yo

Tryna make a dollar out a nickel and a dime yo

That money on my mind yo, large car smaller than the condo

I put that on my mind yo

If it's beef I left the 9 blow

Stay with the Heat like Alonso

Change your name to John Doe

I could I could box and I could rhyme so

When I rhyme yo you hear a bunch of punches like the combo

Yo you city cats and I'm here to rob your scary ass

I wear the mask and ask where the cash

If your pockets fat like your hairy ass

I was grindin' white from line kill pipe to airy abb

You could tell them grindin' by the yella diamonds

From now on call me canary Cass

Ain't no bitch with me, plus I got a click with me

And my click strapped, big gats

Big max, Mickey D

In this world you can't get shit for free

So I get the key and then whip the key

Bag the rock the pass the rock

Nobody got more assists than me

I'm 'bout that, niggas know the motto

You can it cheap homie if you know who I know

'Bout to make it rain, get your poncho

Niggas start the trip in 9 zone man, Rondo

Rondo Rondo (I run the team) Rondo Rondo

(Ball for the green) Rondo Rondo

I'm known to make a shit sound mean out this bitch (Rondo Rondo)

I Get It In lyrics - Cassidy

Sayin what's up

Lost in the family

[Hook:]

I get it in, I get it, it get it in

I get it in, get it in, get it get get it in

I was in the hospital when I've done been in the pen

So If they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then

I get it in, I get it in, I get it I get it in

Get it in, get it get it in could get it in

A hustle is a hustle, the hustle never end

So if they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then

I'm on probation, tryin' not to break the rules

Got guns I've never shot I'm tryin not to make the news

I ain't got 40 acres in NU but I'm cool

I got cake I don't need the couple acres in the pool

My bitch and never break up and she hate to make a move

But she know that I'm a mat like the makeup that she use

I just fuck this cake up on some jewels

My diamond jello like the uniforms that the Lakers use

And for your information let's make some clarification

I'm the best and got checks like a Twitter verification

I inspire myself if you a boss you should hire some help and then fire yourself

[Hook:]

I get it in, I get it, it get it in

I get it in, get it in, get it get get it in

I was in the hospital when I've done been in the pen

So If they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then

I get it in, I get it in, I get it I get it in

Get it in, get it get it in could get it in

A hustle is a hustle, the hustle never end

So if they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then

I'm on probation so I'm tryin to take it light

Ran trains on bitches, you was tryna make your wife

I'm chillin I ain't tryna take your ice

I leave you with your chain on bring on I'm tryin take your life

Burglary, burglary, emergency, emergency

I took the top off, my car need brain surgery

I got synonyms metaphors, upper beliefs

I give respect even if he death your boy heard of me

No exaggeration you the press still tryna find the road to success

I had a navigation.

Ayo you fucking up the game Cass

That's why my new watch full of blue rocks, I named the dame dash

[Hook:]

I get it in, I get it, it get it in

I get it in, get it in, get it get get it in

I was in the hospital when I've done been in the pen

So If they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then

I get it in, I get it in, I get it I get it in

Get it in, get it get it in could get it in

A hustle is a hustle, the hustle never end

So if they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then

I'm on probation tryin not to catch a case

But I'll probably bust a second nut before the second date (wait)

If we ain't have sex, I slept with da heffer face so

One way or another, I fucked your baby mother

Brother, I wiped my pipe off on your baby covers

So they never played together, but our kids live together

Yew! We all still stay together

We never made cedar, never got pay together

Did you mix out on purple and haze together?

Any and cope vodka and lemonade together

I get it in so I gotta admade for ever

This a record I could hear getting played forever

[Hook:]

I get it in, I get it, it get it in

I get it in, get it in, get it get get it in

I was in the hospital when I've done been in the pen

So If they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then

I get it in, I get it in, I get it I get it in

Get it in, get it get it in could get it in

A hustle is a hustle, the hustle never end

So if they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then

You gotta get it in

No matter what you do, you gotta g-get it in

If you don't get it in I don't fuck with you

Pause. I mean I am cool with a lot of motherfuckaz

I mean I'm cool with niggas that track, niggas that rat, niggas that act

Construction workers, electricians, cable guys, mail men

I'm cool with niggas in college

I'm cool with niggas that do a lot of different shit

I even fuck with this little nigga that don't do nothing but roll dutches

But that nigga dutches me nice as a motherfucker, he get it in

If I fuck with you gotta get it in no matter what you do

You gotta get it in man

[Hook:]

I get it in, I get it, it get it in

I get it in, get it in, get it get get it in

I was in the hospital when I've done been in the pen

So If they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then

I get it in, I get it in, I get it I get it in

Get it in, get it get it in could get it in

A hustle is a hustle, the hustle never end

So if they don't get it in I don't fuck with them niggas then

She Off The Hook lyrics - Cassidy

Millions love 'er, wanna I get 'er all alone

But when they call her number they can't get 'er on the phone

Cuuuz she off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

She off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

She got me messed up, baby tryna get in touch

But when they hit 'er up she ain't never pickin' up

Cuuuz she off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

She off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

Damn this chick is beautiful but she be actin' unusual

And I'm a true thug so boo love is somethin' I refuse to do

I'm through with you cause who is you?

Boo, I can't even Google you

You fine as hell but I'm cute as you

I'm just tryna know like a cubical

Every time I dial your number I can't even get through to you

Bitch, what the fuck did I do to you?

I'm not the dudes that you used to screw

I could never get used to you

And you can do what you choose to do

But you get on my nerves, you's a bird – hocka doodle doo

Millions love 'er, wanna I get 'er all alone

But when they call her number they can't get 'er on the phone

Cuuuz she off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

She off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

She got me messed up, baby tryna get in touch

But when they hit 'er up she ain't never pickin' up

Cuuuz she off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

She off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

A lot of weed and alcohol, I got the drugs then drop the all

I popped 'er off, took the condom off

She mop me up til my cock was soft

She saw me in the shoppin' mall

Like where you've been, I said knock it off

I hit you up but you ain't pick it up

Stop actin' like you never got the call

You off the hook, look why's you playin' 'round?

What? You tryna play me now? Why you actin' all crazy now?

Remember when I laid you down and you begged me to stay around?

Threaten is somethin' you can't do so why you actin' all brand new?

Millions love 'er, wanna I get 'er all alone

But when they call her number they can't get 'er on the phone

Cuuuz she off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

She off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

She got me messed up, baby tryna get in touch

But when they hit 'er up she ain't never pickin' up

Cuuuz she off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

She off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

Telephone man, there's something wrong with my line

When I dial 'er number, I get the click every time

I would stop callin' but she Halle Berry fine

Bobby like a Kardashian. Why the hell she not answerin'?

I'm the man, word is bomb. What's going on? I don't understand

Every day I'm with another chick so I guess this chick wants some other man

Fuck it man, I need to put this phone down

Cause she off the hook, you hear that phone sound

That's why I'm callin' her phone now

Millions love 'er, wanna I get 'er all alone

But when they call her number they can't get 'er on the phone

Cuuuz she off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

She off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

She got me messed up, baby tryna get in touch

But when they hit 'er up she ain't never pickin' up

Cuuuz she off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

She off the hook (she off the hook) she off the hook (she off the hook)

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

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

After she swallow tonight she be leaving tomorrow

They believe in the money, they believe in the dollar

I've been spendin' plenty money, that's the reason they swallow

If she's strippin' I'm tippin', if she lickin' I'm trippin'

If I pay she gotta play, that's the friggin' tradition

I'm a nibble on the nipples then I'm lickin' the kitten

Then I'm sliddin' my dick in, hittin' the switch in position

Yea the canvass is rollin' and the pictures is flickin'

Cause we makin' a movie, I... cate on her booty

You I'm chasin' a Gucci, I ain't chasin' a groupie

Put my snake in her coochie then get some face and I'm Gucci

Spit my dick in 'er mouth, ge-getting some scoff

Then I'm kickin' 'er out like bitch get out my house

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

After she swallow tonight she be leaving tomorrow

Yo I'm either on Patron, Siroc the hay

Plenty pot, I be smokin' like the top of the chimney

And I'm probly on the Mali, I be poppin' too many

And the M6 drop make the top to your semi

Kiss in the fam and then Duane DaRock in the Bentley

I be hustling, stuffin' every pocket with Benji's

I brought a couple bucks, brought a slurp with me

And she 'bout to give me top and then hop on the jimmy

Yea sir, I'm 'bout to molest her

Rid up all the sheets and go in there balls deep

I spent a couple dollars, I can't be called cheap

If she swallow tonight then we even all week

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

They believe in the dollar, that's the reason they halla

After she swallow tonight she be leaving tomorrow

I tell honey let me hit and I'll give you the check

Money and sex is connected like your nipples and breasts

So I gave 'er some bread and she gave me some head

It was official so I called 'er miss Michuaness

Now she callin' my phone like I miss you to death

I'm like I can't say I miss you but I wish you the best

After I gave you the sex I gotta give you rest

Cause I don't you catchin' feelings, that could get you depressed

Yea, I was gettin' your text, I got your BM2

But I got a lotta chicks, I gotta see 'em too

Boo, I'll screw your sister and your best friend too

That's what I meant to cause that's what grown men do

They believe in the dollar

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

Chubby Swag Jag

Larsony family

Brother this crazy right here

This what real niggas do

Pack a gat, clap it too

Is what the fuck a real nigga do

I stick dick in chicks you never knew

Is what the fuck a real nigga do

We ride for the niggas in your crew

Is what the fuck a real nigga do

Get in and bring your niggas through

Is what the fuck a real nigga do

I'm a real nigga and I'm a real nigga too

Spit that real, spit that true

And what the fuck a real nigga do

I'm a real nigga and I'm a real nigga too

Eat and let your niggas chew

Is what the fuck a real nigga do

I've got grams of white, that Vanna White

Get a tan of white if you can stand the price

The ice in my watch is rocky, bright like paparazzi camera lights

Bitch I grip that hammer tight

If cats ever try to rob me dog

I'm a probably clap my shotty off

The gat I pack is my bodyguard

Dome shot get bodied dog

The chrome pop and your body fall

I'm cold but my nose ain't snotty y'all

I'm with a chick, tits bigger than a volley ball

I'm a probly break somebody jaw

One punch and this over with

Jump up to punch with both my fists

Like both your eyes and bust both your lips

I fucked both your chicks and they both was thick

I had both my hands on both their tits

They had both their hands on both my nuts

I made both the sluts deep throat the dick

I got coke to flip, I'm movin' drugs

You using drugs you smoke the shit

I was broke as shit till I moved around

Then move the pound like who smoked the shit

Got a half brick of that coke and shit

Got a whole slab of that dope n shit

I push weight than my back is sore

What the fuck is y'all boys strappin' for?

You pack the gat, you never clapped before

What the fuck is you wastin' that ratchet for?

You wack and you never spit crack before

You cats is weak so what you keep rappin' for?

Pack a gat, clap it too

Is what the fuck a real nigga do

I stick dick in chicks you never knew

Is what the fuck a real nigga do

We ride for the niggas in your crew

Is what the fuck a real nigga do

Get in and bring your niggas through

Is what the fuck a real nigga do

I'm a real nigga and I'm a real nigga too

Spit that real, spit that true

And what the fuck a real nigga do

I'm a real nigga and I'm a real nigga too

Eat and let your niggas chew

Is what the fuck a real nigga do

I run the point, nigga I'm pass the rock

Feel so out of this world from the outer space but I ain't no astronaut

Can a nigga come and cook jab if a bitch look bad you know I had the pop

Grab a Glock. Just in case a nigga wanna hate and I had to blast a shot

Yea, told everybody this nigga don't play

Known to call shots, tell the nigga ok

Stabbed in the pussy, you nigga so gay

My eye on the throne, no Jigga no Ye

Now chill, you see a nigga though

Probably why the haters wanna steal a nigga show

You got that dirt and I got that work

If a nigga need a job betta let a nigga know

Chubby, yep, I do this easy ho

You don't wanna see me get greezy ho

Oh you think you ballin' ha?

Got the boy feelin' like jeezy huh

Real and you better believe me ho

Make the ball work like a sissy ho

I'm out block anything, go with the ho

Get your bitch took like Yeezy ho

Hope you niggas know, nigga getting' dough, Mr. Hityourho

Girl popped, nigga wanna shot, nigga hit the flo'

My plot nigga dumb hot niggas flip the nose

I don't wanna talk about bars I be spittin' those

Man I thought you niggas knew

Since I'm here you nigga through

Fuck with him and his niggas shoot

That's what the fuck a real nigga do

God Is So Good To Me lyrics - Cassidy

Cassidy

Man, in my lifetime I done did so many things

Been to so many crazy places

Made so many mistakes

This definitely a blessing that I'm still here

I could definitely be in a different position

Everybody had to take something they ain't wanna take

And make decisions they ain't wanna make to get their numbers straight

In life you've got to be patient but it aitn fun to wait

The grind a maraton you gota run but don't run in place

I wanna take advice from someone who won a race

If they got food for thought of course I want a plate

You give a man a hamburger he gon want a steak

Why people hate showin' love but they love to hate?

This world a mess yo, I need to drink some Pepto

Cause I done seen some things that'd make your stomach ache

I come from a place where nobody good should be

But I'm good cause see, God is so good to me

I've got friends that got killed, that I'll never see again

And got friends in jail that'll never be free again

That's why I thank God cause that could be me

But God's so good to me (yes, He is)

I got family that died, we will never talk again

Your friends paralyzed that'll never walk again

That's why I thank God cause that could be me

But God's so good to me (yes, He is)

I've made my mark in the street, played my part in the street

But I'm still here, I could be deceased or in a wheelchair

Yea, I hear Christ talk when He speak

So He bless me and protect me when I'm walkin' the street

Yo the devil in disguise, he be stuck in a week

You gotta read about the market of beast

Illuminati, I ain't tryna catch a body but I walk with the heat

If you try me homicide be putttin' chalk in the street

I never realized why they say talkin' is cheap

It's expensive when your co-defendant talk to police

Regardless if I'm walkin' in peace or crossin' the line

God good all at a time (yes, He is)

I've got friends that got killed, that I'll never see again

And got friends in jail that'll never be free again

That's why I thank God cause that could be me

But God's so good to me (yes, He is)

I got family that died, we will never talk again

Your friends paralyzed that'll never walk again

That's why I thank God cause that could be me

But God's so good to me (yes, He is)

The devil's still pressin' me, bills still stressin' me

A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' the berg

Yea, I sold some grams. I was determined to own some land

When I see a homeless man sleep on a curve

Reason why I'm speakin' these words is so

You ain't gotta go to church to hear somebody preachin' the word

If you ever read the scripture before

You could develop your own relationship with the Lord

Yep, stay prayed up in politic with the Lord

Cause people could pray for you but they can't pray FOR you

If you stay faithful and stay loyal

God will be there every day for ya

I've got friends that got killed, that I'll never see again

And got friends in jail that'll never be free again

That's why I thank God cause that could be me

But God's so good to me (yes, He is)

I got family that died, we will never talk again

Your friends paralyzed that'll never walk again

That's why I thank God cause that could be me

But God's so good to me (yes, He is)

Cassidy other songs:

 

5002-0 lyrics - Cassidy

Uh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Assholes get bullets or stab holes, I brung a crew

Ahead to make you fall off track like hoes bundles do

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

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

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

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

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

I buy tobacco and light up loud, firecracker

The dro I smoke, it cause scoliosis

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

The feds got me fed up, fuck the wire tappers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How you bought Burberry but no deodorant?

And how you got them so convinced using gun bars

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

You never had to fight a case and build no defense

Facing doing life upstage and you still showed your strength

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

'Cause they got witness, codefendants is beginning to squeal

You rather snitch, I rather win on appeal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You never got the cell powder smell and gun powder smell

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I could that you cats pretending

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

Cats act like they're actually winning but actually women

This verse nuts and this jerk suck, happy ending

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

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

You ever heard a bitch nigga get shot

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

These snakes cold-blooded even if the temperature hot

So keep the heat before they make your body temperature drop

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

Sticking sweet niggas up, fuck an insulin shot

You're diabetic? What symptoms you got?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My fam hustle, we got lawyers, fuck it

I keep two tiny ratchets I name Monica and LeToya Luckett

The boys I fuck with will grip the toast

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

They'll get you smoked like the weed man

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

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

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

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

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

But forget the law, dog

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

Charles, I knew you failed, nigga

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

I heard when you was Nunu Nellz nigga

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

And you could tell niggas try to fake it to win

Hydro got my eyes low, no relation to Jin

You straight thug when you're tasting your Hen

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

You make too many mistakes with the pen

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

Beasley told me that he need me on the stages again

To demonstrate how the [?] niggas' faces again

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

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

They lied and said I had relations with men

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

They're spreading false information again, hating again

Making shit up to discredit my reputation again

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

This an easy case to defend

Man, a tran got to fake it to win

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

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

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

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

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

And I'll shoot your building up, Fortnite

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause you crossed the like trying to frame Cass

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

I'm quick to bust but never came fast

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

Your lame ass don't want the business, man

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

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

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

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

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

I've been the man

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or I could poke you more than get in acupuncture

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

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

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

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

I made your stock go up, little nigga

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

I call you a little nigga

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

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

And they heard the corny shit that you wrote

This just a couple more bars so you can know

You got killed, I'm 5002 and 0

All Alone lyrics - Cassidy

I got family friends and my family friends

So many people in my life

Everybody around seem like they holding me down

So many people in my life

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

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

Alone, alone, alone

I still feel all alone, alone, alone

But I still feel all alone, alone, alone

But I still feel all alone, alone, alone

But I still feel all alone

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

All the hustlers that made hela bread in jail or dead

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

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

I gotta a lot of friends and hela relatives

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

I got people I could call for loans

But I ain't got enough to pay them back

Plus they make you pay a tax

I bought a bentley cash but had to trade it back

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

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

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

(Alone, alone, alone

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

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

It's so many people around me,

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

It's so many people around me,

Anywhere, everywhere

It's so many people around me,

But I feel I'm on my own

Yeah, I still feel all alone

It's just me, myself and I

Cause only god can help you live

Everybody else help you die

The truth hurts so it helps to lie

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

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

But I stay to myself and let everybody else decide

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

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

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

I make a whore eat more meat than a number one

Then answer my phone like where you get my number from

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

(Alone, alone, alone

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

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

It's so many people around me,

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

It's so many people around me,

Anywhere, everywhere

It's so many people around me,

But I feel I'm on my own

Yeah, I still feel all alone

If you tryina get cash, tryina get on

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

If you tryina get money, tryina get wealth

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

If you tryina get paper, tryina get change

If you tryina ball but can never get in the game

If you tryina get chicken, tryina get cheese

It's hard to separate your friends and your enemies

If you tryina get dollars, tryina get gwap

Tryina get the mill, but feel like your click not

If you tryina get cake

If you tryina get paid,

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

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

I do it dolo so nobody can tell

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

But I still feel all alone, for real

(Alone, alone, alone

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

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

It's so many people around me,

Anywhere, everywhere...

It's so many people around me,

But I feel I'm on my own

Yeah, I still feel all alone...

Another One I Like lyrics - Cassidy

I get a whip then see another one I like

I get a bad bitch then see another one I like

I get a outfit then see another one I like

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

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

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

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

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

As a youngin', I would agonize

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

Cause I ain't even had a job

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

I wouldn't say that I was ungrateful

I had food on the table but my income was unstable

Now I'm a grown man

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

Cause I had the first platinum ringtone man

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

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

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

I went shoppin' with every cheque that I got

I'm thankful for the success that I got

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

I get a whip then see another one I like

I get a bad bitch then see another one I like

I get a outfit then see another one I like

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

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

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

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

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

I'm tryin' to get rich, nigga

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

Even Bill Gates tryna get richer

The quickest runner tryna get quicker

Thick chicks tryna get thinner

Thinner chicks tryna get thicker

Why do pretty chicks Photoshop Twit pictures?

And niggas take pills tryna make they dick bigger

Cause everybody tryna make improvements

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

And that'll never switch

Everybody strike out but I'mma never quit

I’m swingin' that every pitch

We live in poverty

That’s why niggas play the lottery

Knowing that they probably will never hit

That shit robbery

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

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

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

I get a whip then see another one I like

I get a bad bitch then see another one I like

I get a outfit then see another one I like

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stay low key

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

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

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

Cause in a couple months I won the 24 Team

I get a whip then see another one I like

I get a bad bitch then see another one I like

I get a outfit then see another one I like

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

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

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

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

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

That's real talk man

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

I mean the brokest niggas wanna get rich

And the richest niggas wanna get even richer

You could never be satisfied

Not that you ungrateful but you always tryna get more

You always tryna strive for more

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

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

And that's why I put this song together man

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

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

You gotta stay on yo motherfuckin' job

Yea, real rap

I get a whip then see another one I like

I get a bad bitch then see another one I like

I get a outfit then see another one I like

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

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

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

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

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

Barbarian lyrics - Cassidy

I'm what you call a veteran

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

My flow dope, all my bars is heroin

And my tongue crack, the buls a barbarian

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

A loser just something I've never been

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

Tombstone rap, the buls a barbarian

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

I call the sister Missy, I call her brother Mister

Got another sister, I call her Ms. Niny

Cuz brother Smith and Wesson spitting [?]

They kind of nice but Mister meaner

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

Last time niggas seen her, she got trained by

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

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

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

They cousin Tech said "Let's go dance"

He heard drums and started jamming, Techno dance

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

Is having a family reunion in my house

I'm about to go ham in this verse

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

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

That do voodoo and get your whole family cursed

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

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

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

And no ghostwriter never hand me a verse

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

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

Before the binge you might got to buy the camry first

Baby I been the shiz since I was pampered at birth

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

To stop the blood a baby pamper will work

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

And the baby doll wrapped in a blanket I babysit

You a real tough talker but softer than baby shit

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

Or maybe Kiss but big jif you got eyes

You can see I'm top 5

So fuck them niggas that made the list

Why you bitches getting paid to strip

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

They gave me pics, caption "Black cocks matter"

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

That was crack (that's a hot rap)

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

We all got bladders, but I get pissed off quick

I cop up getting boxed up

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

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

Snitch, lift they right hand and testify

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

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

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

I wouldn't care if you left us bye

Or a bullet hole make you take your last breath

Hold your breath and die

Breath ease these bars will have you punch drunk

Play this record and drive, get pulled over and breathalyze

Yo my whole team I personally train

And I be giving work out everyday

You trying to exercise?

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

Before you can help somebody else, help yourself up

Parents stopped beating they kids, they put the belts up

We used to get beat until we welped up

And it helped us

On any night I perform like Mike

I got that Tyson, Jordan, Jackson and Phelps touch

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

You beefing with any of them guys is genocide

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

And what was in the prize was an enterprise

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

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

Nah my rocks not costume but they bright

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

Hotel drop I hopped on the women's side

Hustla was a hit cuz the husters identified

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

My pen provide me proof I was sent from God

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

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

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

Cuz I had 'em tuned in before iTunes

Off my shrooms, you can plan a trip to Mars

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

I'm from another planet with the bars

After this verse I might have to get researched by NASA

These rappers an example of what goofy is

Nowadays these rappers more groupied out than the groupies is

Cuz first all he had was his man with him

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

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

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

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

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

I'm what you call a veteran

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

My flow dope, all my bars is heroin

And my tongue crack, the buls a barbarian

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

A loser just something I've never been

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

Tombstone rap, the buls a barbarian

Control (Freestyle) lyrics - Cassidy

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

Laugh now, cry later but your time will come

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

Even the deer can run the jungle till the lion come

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

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

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

Or sit in prison for wild time for buying 'some

I speak the truth these other nigga got lying tongue

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

I know you guys gon' try climb the ladder

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

Cats will back stab you just to make their pockets fatter

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

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

But don't make sense most of the time

And most of the lines that they rhyme is mostly designed

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

Most crimes that's committed is by a cat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ey, they shoulda never gave a mic to me

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

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

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

But I exercise every time I lift my pipe to pee

I know you would like me see battle whoever

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

That's not happening, I would rather stop rapping

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

I rather get my money upfront than on the backend

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

I got the battling belt

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

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

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

And I feel like nephew a homosexual

Even if your flow is sick, I disinfect you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My niggas gets stupid if cats act dumb

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

Is like putting a silencer on a cap gun

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

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

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

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

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

I just did a tour in Dubai and Australia

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

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

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

Before you pussies get ate up like oral sex

My bars crack, niggas trying to bring the bars back

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

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

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

I got hype when I heard that Kendrick Lamar rap

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

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

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

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

You a dickhead, but you a pussy

A hermaphrodite

Cass the type that'll send you to the afterlife

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

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

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

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

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

They could label this a diss when the song drop

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

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

And rewind all the punchlines that this song got

I paint pictures, no Photoshop

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

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

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

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

You see what happened to Meek

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

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

Yeah, this hip hop getting recorded

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

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

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

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

I spit coca out my mouth

And the streets need coca, it's a drought

The fans going through withdrawal, they need some sick bars

I got it jumping like Kriss Kross

When they was wearing all their clothes backwards

I expose rappers

Yeah, I'm in my hip hop bag

Making every cat that say they hip hop glad

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

And she got a K Michelle Love & Hip Hop ass

Yeah, every cat that's not hip hop trash

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

Nobody better, I do whatever I wanna do

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

What the fuck is the game coming to?

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

Cause I spit that shit, nigga, number two

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

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

Uh, yeah

Uh

It's all about hip hop (hip hop)

Hip hop (hip hop)

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

Hip hop

Hip hop a culture that most people wanna be in

Middle-eastern, Asian, African, European

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

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

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

And need to be enlightened like a thunderstorm

'Cause hip hop brung a storm and they changed shit

First song they came with was Sugarhill Gang shit

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

And nowadays it's the same shit

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

Movie, cinema, y'all can remember the

Song, it was ten minutes long when they spit atcha

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

It was unique on-beat to hear cats rhyme

It was cool to use one syllable at that time

Throwback rhyme: "Yo, I'm not sweet

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

Peep: sweet, feet, one syllable

Spit that shit now, and that shit sound pitiful

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

The best rappers started rhymin' two-syllable words

Like, "I'm the King of Rock

There is none higher

Sucker MCs should call me sire"

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

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

In Adidas attire, they were spittin' fire

For you to be original - what the fans required

The lyricists the only niggas I admire

Hearin' dope lines the only time I get inspired

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

I spit scripture, these niggas singin' to the choir

And prior to niggas' desire to wanna be wack

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

We strapped

All the guns foreign that we pack

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

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

Hearin' Rakim and G Rap what made me rap

I felt happy to be black when Chuck D rap

Hearin' Lord Finesse punchlines what made me snap

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

Fresh Prince had a sitcom, that's TV rap

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

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

Melle Mel was the first to talk street rap

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

KRS was the One who used to teach cats

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

The Geto Boys showed us how niggas in the street act

Tribe Called Quest had a different wave, unique rap

Each rap I heard from Slick Rick was slick shit

Kriss Kross showed me that young niggas could get rich

LL showed me that you could rap and get chicks

And Pac showed me that anybody could get this

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

Just a list of sick chicks

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

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

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

Or your opinion don't mean shit to me

Yo, realistically?

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

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

I started seein' shit differently

'Cause all the artists started [?] quickly

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

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

And ever since then a nigga been up

I'm a star

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

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

It's time for bars

Hip hop (hip hop)

Hip hop (hip hop)

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

Hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop

Hip hop

Perjury lyrics - Cassidy (Tory Lanez Diss)

Bars is back

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

These niggas gotta be hommid

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

I got more heat than that Canadian bacon

My niggas clap drums have guns that's arrib shaking

That got kick like a feel good

MY team will roll

In the field throwing bullets like gravy and pink

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

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

I stay iced out never been to the white house

For seeing presidents from a house I was selling white out

And what I write about make my bars hard to bite

Bars keeping still you keep stealing all the bars you write

Fuck all the hype you been a bitch all your life

But to shoot a chick push you into harlem nights

That bar was nice cause it was about me

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

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

I might aim the thing cause life ying and tying

Its like Christ wouldn't exist without satan

I got hitters on the couch waiting

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

A dead man I need to see one

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

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

Dickcab it mean it can fuck you up precum

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

Canada got free healthcare you gonna need some

Its stolen bars in all the records that he done

None of his shit is original, shit pitiful

I was selling records for the game went digital

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

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

After my lil bitch was due my accident was critical

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

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

You can't pay homage biting off a nigga too

Dog you bite off way too much shit to chew

I'm getting sick of you culture vultures

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

Its difficult to win when nobody talk as slick as you

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

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

Pathetic and premissable

You be stealing from other niggas too

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

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

Not the one who created you I hated it

Young niggas trying run with my outdated shit

I may be lil wesson and lil pop jada smith

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

And how you clap at the hot girls favorite chick

Tory when I heard that story that shit made me sick

My lazy crazy shit

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

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

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

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

Boy you look like a premature dinosaur

And you going bald you need a lace front

Its straight skunk in this backwood

Genetrication is white people moving into the black hood

This guy can get his shit genetrified

Crack is knocking to the white meat tapping pockets like fashion

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

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

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

I'm innovation you you emulating copy that

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

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

I shot a opp but a opp never shot me

You can't sing or do regge you gotta rap

And you gotta write it yourself to get props for that

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

You took notes like the secretary

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

Wait fuck the hate cause I'm legendary

You hold enough weight to get them off your back

Plagiarism lyrics - Cassidy

I know that nigga Tory goin' through it

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

Let's get back to business

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

This goin' on WorldStar, Shade Room, and Akedemiks

The Baller Alert, or catch it on The Breakfast Club

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

Wendy Williams gon' mention how upset you was

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

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

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

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

My algorithms have risen, I got shit shakin'

This jawn goin' on platforms like Dish Nation

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

He was next to Flex acting like he catching wreck

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

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

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

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

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

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

But they still be tuning in automatically (Damn)

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

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

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

Yo, you never killed men

Show your true colors, you a chameleon

Like Wack100 told 6IX9INE, you a civilian

(Yeah! Yeah! Let's get-)

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

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

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

Tell the truth or get the long nose, Pinocchio effect

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

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

I just mailed some smoke I grow to a Tokyo address

That cost like a long phone call from Tokyo, collect

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

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

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

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

And how you diss a nigga sounding like Meek?

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

I don't keep an assistant around to type tweets

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

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

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

All I grip is ratchets, homie

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

Wait, pussy, don't Facebook me

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

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

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

I cooked Free and made a little chunk

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

I was little jumping niggas, you a little chump

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

You little punk, hopefully, your folk'll see

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

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

You bar bite, soft like luxury car upholstery

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

Spray like potpourri where your hairline supposed to be

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

Tory Lanez' story change every time he asked the question

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

So using my music was a bad selection

I was Da Hustla 'fore Usher ever had confessions

My presidential had them Joe before the last election

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

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

The men in my gang mean, they got mad aggression

I done seen inmates get gangrene from staph infection

Selling hard was my last profession

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

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

To knock him back the opposite way

Off my CBD site, I made a profit today

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

My nigga locked on a cell block rotting away

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bars been hard, no Viagra or ginseng

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

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

Me and my AR been friends

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

I got enough street credit to sign a artist with

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

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

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

You rather starve or fish?

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

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

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

That man confiscated all his hits

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

You should call it quits, just retire now

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

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

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

So, I'm feeling real inspired now

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

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

You looking for the best? Stop searchin'

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

They pussies bleed, but they not virgins

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

My raps go over your head, but they not turbans

One of my managers told me I should stop splurging

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

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

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

Us battling is a crazy look

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

Look, my guns got infrared dots

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

I'm cold-blooded, you was red hot

But out here, falling off like Lil Wayne dreadlocks

That's dead funny like Fred Sanford, Redd Foxx

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

Soon as the bread stop, shit decay

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

We demons, but even angels might forget to pray

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

You ever glove up, grip a K?

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

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

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

This back and forth gon' end today

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

You nothing like myself, but even if you Michael Phelps

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

I been this way, I'm still punching niggas

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

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

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

I felt like a fucking winner all summer, nigga

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

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

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

I black out like some kind of racist

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

BARS!

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

[Swizz:]

Remix!

[Nas:]

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

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

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

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

Yo Esco illing, Swizz Beatz illing

What more can we say, stop grilling

'Fore you get hit up, shut up good

We'll merc you in your hood

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

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

Break my cipha, I'm get at you

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

Too many rappers is jealous, who be gassing the fellows

Bunch of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto

Went from nasty to Esco, back to nasty

Clapping that black heat

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

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

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

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

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

[Fat Joe:]

Nowadays I'm on some mack shit

But I used to be loyal to tax, cracks

The nigga that would soil-in your jacks

Feed 'em with trays the size of light bulbs

Coke so bright, it shine like white gold

And the hoes love Joe way before this rap shit

Before the Versace floors and the rolls to match it

Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap

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

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

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

Ties swollen for no man with bold plans

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

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

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

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

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

Get the point, General

[Nas:]

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

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

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

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

[Cassidy:]

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

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

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

That I'll get in that ass like preparation H

The weapon the waist and I spray guns off

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

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

My four-fifth got kick like Bruce Lee

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

Raw like sushi, you gotta salute me

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

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

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

Go to jail and start singing like Patti LaBelle

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got that coke and that haze on my grillizy now

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

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

Uh, its the last days, end of time

The terrorists jacking planes, sending bombs to the Pentegon

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

So you know they gonna start to rob

And steal for a mil when its dinnertime

YOu still spending time focusing on dumb shit

On the block smoking, but you broken on some bumshit

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

Jump into a casket and get your die on

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

I been a rider since my stroller years

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

You talkin' money, then I'm open ears

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

I place a order, it'll get chauffeured here

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

I wear the dopest gear, my jewelry is ultra clear

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

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

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

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

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

Ayo, I need some new gold to wear

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

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

My forearm strong, like Goro was here

You tryna make sure the coast is clear

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

I'm in the Ghost knockin' ghosts in here

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

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

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

I be thinkin' some evil thoughts sometime

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

BARS

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

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

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

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

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

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

This chick drop dead, gorgeous in the Drophead

My fans into crack rock heads is how I got bread

Anyone could get shot dead blockhead

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

Yeah, I buy cars just to buy the shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your casket had the flowers doin' calisthenics

I made mistakes but not apologetic

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

If you wanna get violent whenever

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

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

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

Nigga

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

(Bars) The Crook & The Thief

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

He beat everybody (Goddamn)

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

(Apply Pressure)

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

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

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

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

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

(Ughh) (Philly stand up)

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

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

The Crook & The Thief