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Cassidy ft Lil' Wayne & Fabolous
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Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggas with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Weezy, let's get it poppin'
Hit me, fuck that shit, this the South Side
Got a fat dick when your mouth wide
I'm from the take-it-outside, no, do it right ya
No, how 'bout later on? Yeah, when everybody home
Look, you fuckin' with Weezy F. Baby, please say the baby
Ridin' with your bitch, got keys on the lady
Triple gold D's, Vogue tires on the whip
Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than a whip, yeah
Higher than a angel or hotter than the devil
The pot or a kettle or the metal
Let 'em burn like Usher but worser
If it's any beef, I come run like Mercer
Word up, Eagle Street, I'm throwin' my curb up
We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbet
I got flow, I'm like, "Sure, but"
If it's 'bout dough, I'm like, "Sure 'nough"
I'm from the Bird bunch
Birdman, J.R., you niggas bird lunch
I see your lips movin', but I ain't heard much
You see the wrist movin'? It look like pure punch
I hear the player hatin', but I don't endorse such
I got the Escalade, guts like a tour bus
I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup
And in the tires is where the package is gone
Meyers spin a Goodyear with these Firestones
I spit like Myers poems, poem and chromers
For the buyer's chromosomes, I got Somas
I got Vicodins, Valiums, I ain't stoppin'
Got powder, heroin, X, Oxycontin
And that's how we rockin'
How can you hear that bop unless I'm beboppin'?
Yeah, skip when you hear that click
Cash Money, nigga, I'm that shit
Weezy Baby, uh
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Now Fag, spit at these niggas
And let 'em know why they ain't fuckin' with you
You goddamn right, I'm feelin' myself
A chauffeur? No, sir, I'm wheelin' myself
Lookin' for a chick chillin' for self
So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killin' herself
I'm havin' problems dealin' with wealth
But you wouldn't understand it until you get a million yourself
You niggas must've got a deal for your health
Your CD is posin' food, it just chill on the shelf
I spend big, at any time, I can start splurgin'
The twin SIGs 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 niggas how my two dollars look
The boy got at least six digits on
So the gun's 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-gram twenties make the hustlers suffer
Plus it's fluffer than a cotton ball
I've gotten calls wantin' 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 niggas in the hood keep quotin' my lines
I don't jump ship, I keep floatin' in mine
Long as I keep totin', I'm fine
I'ma have these dick suckin' niggas deep-throatin' the nine
I jumped in the England shift Benz and whipped
It's Terminator 2 chrome, the engine's dipped
I'm readin' scripts, no, not the penmanship
The box office shit, I'll box off this bitch
Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst
And still make a mil' on the first of months
These dudes be the first to front
'Til their family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front
I'm in a top position, I can make you a proposition
I'm in the hardtop waitin' on the drop edition
The hell with the patience
I'ma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations
Yeah, it is what it is
My niggas just killed y'all, and I'ma close the casket
I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me, y'all
I work hard for the fame, the game stressin' me, y'all
All they do is complain, what they expect from me, y'all?
From the hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me, y'all
And even overseas, they acceptin' me, y'all
All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me, y'all
I get a lot of dirty money, so expect me to ball
But I'm savin' all my checks, I'm investin' 'em all
They say what goes up is gon' definitely fall
Even the stars, but success is my destiny, y'all
Look, I cook tracks, I got the recipe, y'all
You can't name another cat that could mess with me, y'all
At the shows, all the hoes be molestin' me, y'all
I got broads cryin', tryin' to get next to me, y'all
I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex with me, y'all
Screamin', "Cass, you don't know how sexy you are"
And I'm happy I'm alive, God blessin' me, y'all
And all the problems that arrive is God testin' me, y'all
So I pray every day, but I ain't prayin' too much
'Cause I be sinnin' every day, so I ain't prayin' enough
And we all could be beat, and I ain't sayin' I'm tough
But if it's beef, I don't speak, I ain't sayin', "What's up?"
If it's beef when we meet, then I'm sprayin' shit up
Brrat-brrat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that's that
'Cause that cat you embracin' 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 tend to envy the most
Some cats'll hang themself if you give 'em a rope
Burn the bridge and don't give 'em a boat
Let 'em sink, sometime you gotta give 'em some time and let 'em think
But sometime 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
'Cause soon as your eyes shut, them niggas'll ride up
And the guys that you trusted be gettin' you tied up
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 for the cheddar, the cheese, the guap, or mula
I'll pop the Ruger, send that hot shit through ya
Like booyah, that's the sound when the pound bustin'
Ooh, ahh, you'll be layin' on the ground sufferin'
Clown, it's nothin' to pull out and blast you
I try to only resort to violence if I have to
But man, niggas out here ain't playin' fair
So before the odds even, I'm leavin' 'em layin' there
And I ain't even playin', believe what I'm sayin' here
'Cause before the shit get further, your clique get murdered
And thrown in a hole in the grass
For tryin' to play that thug role, I'll stomp a mudhole in your ass
And this Cass, nigga, I'm that sick
Full Surface, nigga, I'm that shit, bitch
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