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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
wheezy, let's get it poppin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got good smoke just for puffers
The two grand twenty's make The Hustlers
Plus it's fluffer, a cotton ball
gotten calls, wantin' 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 some bullets past 'em
And the niggaz in the keep quotin' my lines
I jump ship, I keep 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 English ship, benzed
Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip
I'm scripts, no, not the penmanship
The box office shit, I box off this

Jessica Alba, Kirsten
And still make a mil' off the first of
These dudes be the first to
'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 under 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 get the best of me y'all
I work hard for the fame, the stressin' me y'all
All they do is complain what they expect from me

From the Hood to Hollywood, respectin' me y'all
And even overseas they me y'all
All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me
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 success, it's my destiny y'all
Look, I cook tracks, I got the y'all
You name another cat that can mess with me y'all

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

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

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

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

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

As soon as eyes shut, them niggaz will ride up
And the guys that you trusted, be 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, guac a
I pop the ruger, send that hot through ya
Like booya, that's the sound the pound bustin'
Ooh, ah, you'll be laying on the sufferin'

Clowning's to pull out and blast 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' them layin'
And I even playin', believe what I'm saying here

'Cause this shit gets further
Your click 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 this Cass, I'm that sick
Full surface I'm that shit, bitch