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Yeah, I go by the of Cassidy, The Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz me
And we about to shut the industry
Aiyyo wheezy, get it poppin'

Hit me, front that shit, this the side
Got a fat dick on your mouth
I've come to take it outside, nah, do it here
Hop out later ownin' everybody's home that you fuckin'

F baby, please say the baby
Riding with bitch, got keys on the lady
Triple gold these four on the whip
Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than the

Yeah, than an angel, or hotter than the devil, the pot or kettle, uh
The metal let 'em burn like earth births, uh
If there's any beef, I runnin' like Mertz, uh
Word up, eagle I'm throwin' my curve up
We your ice cream and turn you into sherbert

I got flow, I'm like sure, but if about dough, I'm like sure 'nuff
I'm from the bird bunch, birdman J R, you niggaz lunch
I see your moving but I ain't heard much
You see the moving, it look like pure punch

I the playa hating but I don't endorse such
I got the escalade, guts the tour bus
I got the styrofoam up with syrup

And in the tires little package is
Might I spend a good deal with Firestones?
I like Myer's bones, born in chromers
For the buyers chromosomes, I got

I got vicadens, valiums I stoppin'
Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin, and how we rockin'
How can you hear bop unless I'm be bopping
Yeah, when you hear that click
Cash nigga, I'm that shit, whose begging, uh

That's what I'm about
Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let know
Why they ain't with you

goddamn right, I'm feelin' myself
A chauffeur, no Sir, I'm myself
for a chick chillin' for self
So I can show her the suicides, and talk her killin' herself

I'm having problems with wealth
But you understand it, until you get a million yourself
You niggaz must've got a deal for your
CD is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf

I big, at any time I can start splurging
The twin cigs open chests a heart surgeon
And I'm up, I'm just a blue collar crook
But I keep a stack thick as few college books, I got a new polished
And dime bitches, to show y'all niggaz how my two dollars look

The boy's got at least six on
So the guns be at least midget long
The money is ten bridges long
I throw bread around just to turn on

I got some good just for puffers
The two grand twenty's make The suffer
it's fluffer, than a cotton ball
I've calls, wantin' me to put the pot in malls

But nowadays you put it past 'em
I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm 'bout to some bullets past 'em
And the niggaz in the hood quotin' my lines
I don't jump ship, I keep in mine, long as I keep toting, I'm fine
I'mma have these dick niggaz deep throatin' the nine

I in the English ship, benzed whip
Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip
I'm reading scripts, no, not the
The box office shit, I box off bitch

Alba, Kirsten Dunst
And still a mil' off the first of months
These be the first to front
'Til they family and friends is in limos, in hearse in front

I'm in the top position, I can you a proposition
I'm in the hard top waitin' on the edition
To hell the patience
I'mma send a nigga down like Australia vacations

Yeah this, is this?
My niggaz just killed y'all and I'mma close the
I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the of me y'all
I work hard for the fame, the game's me y'all
All they do is complain what they from me y'all

From the Hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me
And even overseas they acceptin' me
All the show me love, the thugs reppin' me y'all
I get a lot of dirty money, so respect me or
But I'm all my checks, I'm investin' 'em all

say, what goes up is gon' definitely fall
Even the stars work success, it's my y'all
Look, I cook tracks, I got the y'all
You can't name cat that can mess with me y'all

At the shows all the be molesting me y'all
I got broads cryin', tryin' to get to me y'all
I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex me y'all
Screamin', "Cash, you know how sexy you are

And I'm happy I'm alive, God's blessin' me
And all the problems that arrive, is God me y'all?
So I pray everyday, but I ain't too much
'Cause I be sinnin' everyday, so I prayin' enough

And we all could be beat, and I ain't I'm tough
But if beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up?"
If beef when we meet, then I'm spaying shit up
Prraat, prraat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that

'Cause that cat you embracin' love
Might clap that gat, 'cause he got hate in his
Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies
'Cause the folks you call friends, can envy the
Some cats'll hang if you give 'em a rope

the bridge and don't give a boat, let 'em sink
Sometimes you gotta give 'em some time, to let 'em think
But sometimes you gotta 'em the nine, and let 'em stink
You can't bring horse to the pond, and let 'em drink
I'd rather my eyes wide open, instead of blink

As soon as your eyes shut, them niggaz will up
And the guys you trusted, be gettin' you tied up
And we all die, but I ain't ready to leave
That's why even if petty, I'll be ready to squeeze

But put a cheddar in cheese, a moola
I pop the ruger, that hot shit through ya
Like booya, the sound when the pound bustin'
Ooh, ah, be laying on the ground sufferin'

Clowning's nothin' to pull out and you
I try to resort to violence if I have to
But man niggaz out here ain't playin'
So before the odds are even, I'm leavin' layin' there
And I ain't even playin', what I'm saying here

'Cause before this shit gets
click gets murdered and found in a hole in the grass
For tryin' to play that thug role, I'll stomp a mud hole in ass
And Cass, nigga I'm that sick
Full surface I'm that shit, bitch