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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 shut the 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' everybody's home you fuckin' with

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

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

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

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

And in the tires package is gone
Might I spend a good deal with these
I spit like bones, born in chromers
For the chromosomes, I got summers

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

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

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

I'm having problems with wealth
But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a yourself
You niggaz must've got a deal for health
Your CD is frozen food, it just chills on the

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

The boy's got at least six 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 good smoke just for puffers
The two grand twenty's The Hustlers suffer
Plus it's fluffer, a cotton ball
I've gotten calls, wantin' me to put the pot in

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

I jumped in the ship, benzed whip
It's 2 chrome the engines dip
I'm scripts, no, not the penmanship
The box office shit, I box off this

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

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

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

From the Hood to Hollywood, 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 money, so respect me or fall
But I'm all my checks, I'm investin' 'em all

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

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

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

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 when we meet, then I'm spaying shit up
Prraat, prraat, I sayin' too much, and that's that

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

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

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

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

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

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