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

Hit me, front that shit, this the south
Got a fat dick on your wide
I've come to take it outside, nah, do it right
Hop out later ownin' home that you fuckin' with

Wheezy F baby, say the baby
Riding with your bitch, got on the lady
Triple these four tires on the whip
Young Carter out, I'm flyer than the whip

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

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

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

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

I got vicadens, I ain't stoppin'
Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin, and that's how we
How can you hear that bop I'm be bopping
Yeah, when you hear that click
money nigga, I'm that shit, whose begging, uh

That's what I'm talking
Now Fab, spit at niggaz and let them know
Why they fuckin' with you

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

I'm having dealing with wealth
But you wouldn't it, until you get a million yourself
You must've got a deal for your health
CD is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf

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

The got at least six digits on
So the gotta be at least midget long
The money is like ten bridges
I throw bread around just to pigeons on

I got some good smoke just for
The two twenty's make The Hustlers suffer
Plus it's fluffer, a cotton ball
I've gotten calls, me to put the pot in malls

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

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

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

I'm in the top position, I can you a proposition
I'm in the hard top on the drop edition
To hell with the
I'mma send a nigga down under Australia vacations

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

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

They say, what goes up is 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 another cat can mess with me y'all

At the shows all the be molesting me y'all
I got broads cryin', tryin' to get next to me
I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex me y'all
Screamin', "Cash, you don't know how you are

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

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

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

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

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

But put a in cheese, guac a moola
I pop the ruger, send that hot shit ya
Like booya, that's the when the pound bustin'
Ooh, ah, you'll be on the ground sufferin'

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

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