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The Problem vs. The Hustla-http://musicsource.dl.am
Cassidy
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Ladies and Gentlemen
I'd like to welcome y'all here tonight
You all are about to witness one of the greatest battle to ever go down in hip-hop (uh-uh)
Yeah, let's do this, man
In this corner
I'd like to introduce Cassidy, the Problem
It's the problem bitch
And in that corner is Cassidy the Hustla
It's the hustler ask about me
Battlers to the center of the ring
I want a nice clean battle, I don't want you spittin' (aight, aight)
None of that shit you was spittin' last week last month (nah, nah)
I want it off the top of the head
I don't want your mom ad-libbing your shit
I don't want your man ad-libbing your shit
Touch mics, let's go
I'm in the zone, boy, and I got the chrome boy
I'll have blood gushing out your dome on your homeboy
I'm a threat, see you should have left me alone boy
I'm real to the chromosome, you a clone boy
Chicks get bone, I'm know for getting dome boy
Probably got your baby moms number in my phone boy
And if I hittin' the click up dick sucks
Had your bitch in the telly throwin' her six up
Yeah, we made her lick nuts, then hop on the six bus
After this over than they gon' try say this was fixed up
They gon' be like he cheated, that's why he beated
I've been in wild battles and won I'm undefeated
The punch lines that I put in the streets
Even made freeway say (put on a beat)
Only the strong prevail, I know, but a shell
Make him yell like hoes when I perfom hotel
What? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, break it up, break it up)
I told y'all this nigga wasn't fuckin' with me you can't be serious (battlers back to your corner)
Look kid, I told you this shit wasn't gonna be easy (it's ain't gonna be hard)
I told you this kid was a problem he not fuckin' with you though (he ain't no problem,, man)
I need you to get in there, hit 'em with those punch lines, those metaphors (yeah)
You gotta make sure your flow your delivery
You gotta make sure all that's on point (yeah, it is)
Hurt his feelings (that's what I'm do) bite his head off
Listen to this, all that lip will get you and your man bodied
I'm the man you a bitch in a man's body
You a disgrace who wrote your shit? Mase
Your album wasn't nothing like the shit on the mixtapes
First you was hustling, bustin' them shells
And then you went commercial to get a couple of sells
That's what you got, a couple of sells
And you probably wouldn't of sold loads if wasn't for Kels
Well, you was crazy, man, with the punch line flow
But now you the ladies man where the punch lines go
Yo, it doesn't get no better
You was smiling chi-town stepping, but ain't get no cheddar
If you a star, I'm a galaxy nigga
One verse'll merk all your personalities nigga
You garbage and ain't nothing trash about me
I'm the Hustler motherfucker ask about me
Oh, shit, break it up, break it up, back to your corners (ask about me pussy)
This nigga is a clown man
(Give me my sh-) this the last round I want y'all to both spit eight bars a piece (easy)
No more than eight bars (alright)
Cassidy, the Problem (yes, sir), I want you to go first
Then Cassidy the Hustla, I want you to go next
You Ready? (You ain't nothing to me, men, I get it in all day) get in
I got shit on lock, like I'm constipated, you will get abominated
I ain't lyricist of the year, but I was nominated
Where your strip at? You ain't hustling nigga
That track would have been wack if it wasn't for Jigga
I'm a ladies' man, chicks loving a nigga
But I'll still put a slug in a nigga, braat
Real funny, I went gold but get money on the road
And I own a hundred percent of my publishing nigga
Okay, okay, okay, that's it, that's it, no more (this a wrap, you aint fuckking with me man)
Cassidy, the hustler, you ready (real easy, like you was one of my bitches or something man)
It's your turn, eight bars
Let's go
You don't really want the drama nigga
You'll take more shots in your face than Madonna nigga
You get ate, I'm like Dahmer nigga
You don't battle you make songs for the chicks like Mashonda nigga
The best is me, I got stripes like a referee
And Coke comin' in on boats like a refugee
You should switch flow nigga your shits gold
When I drop, I'ma shit more than your shit sold nigga
That's it, that's it, it's over, it's over
We have a winner
The new heavyweight freestyle champion of the world
Cassidy, the Hustla
Yeah, it is what it is, don't act surprise
Okay, kid, what are you planning to do after this victory
I mean, you know
I'ma keep getting money, keep hustling, keep doing what I do
And if you bastards doubt me
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