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Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy, The
And I brought two of my niggaz me
And we about to the industry down
Aiyyo wheezy, let's get it

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 right
Hop out later ownin' everybody's that you fuckin' with

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

Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter the devil, the pot or kettle, uh
The metal let 'em burn like shiver births, uh
If there's any beef, I runnin' like Mertz, uh
Word up, eagle I'm throwin' my curve up
We take your ice cream and turn you 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 niggaz bird
I see lips moving but I ain't heard much
You see the wrist moving, it look like pure

I hear the playa hating but I endorse such
I got the escalade, like the tour bus
I got the styrofoam poured up syrup

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

I got vicadens, valiums I ain't
Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin, and how we rockin'
How can you hear that bop unless I'm be
Yeah, skip you hear that click
money nigga, I'm that shit, whose begging, uh

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

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

I'm having problems dealing with
But you understand 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 chests like a surgeon
And I'm buttoned up, I'm a blue collar crook
But I keep a stack as few college books, I got a new polished look
And dime bitches, to show y'all niggaz how my two dollars look

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From the Hood to Hollywood, respectin' me y'all
And even overseas they acceptin' me
All the ladies show me love, the 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

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

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

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

And we all be beat, and I ain't 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 sayin' too much, and that's that

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

Burn the bridge and don't a boat, let 'em sink
you gotta give 'em some 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 wide open, instead of blink

As soon as your eyes shut, them will ride up
And the guys that you trusted, be gettin' you up
And we all gotta die, but I ready to leave
That's why even if it's petty, I'll be ready to

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

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

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