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

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

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

Yeah, higher than an angel, or than the devil, the pot or kettle, uh
The metal let 'em burn earth shiver births, uh
If there's any beef, I come like Mertz, uh
Word up, eagle I'm throwin' my curve 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 lips moving but I ain't heard much
You see the wrist moving, it look pure punch

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 these 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 that bop unless 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 these and let them know
Why they fuckin' with you

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

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

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

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

I got some good smoke for puffers
The two grand twenty's The Hustlers suffer
Plus it's fluffer, a cotton ball
gotten 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 throw bullets past 'em
And the niggaz in the keep 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 sucking niggaz throatin' the nine

I jumped in the ship, benzed whip
It's Terminator 2 the engines dip
I'm reading scripts, no, not the
The box shit, I box off this bitch

Alba, Kirsten Dunst
And still a mil' off the first of months
These dudes be the first to
'Til they family and 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 like Australia vacations

Yeah this, what is
My just killed y'all and I'mma close the casket
I'm not to let this industry 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 me y'all

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

They say, what goes up is definitely fall
the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all
Look, I tracks, I got the recipe y'all
You can't name another cat that can 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', to have sex with me y'all
Screamin', "Cash, you don't how sexy you are

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

And we all could be beat, and I ain't I'm tough
But if it's I don't speak, I ain't saying "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's

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

Burn the and don't give a boat, let 'em sink
Sometimes you give 'em some some time, to let 'em think
But sometimes you gotta 'em the nine, and let 'em stink
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, niggaz 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, a moola
I pop the ruger, send hot shit through ya
booya, that's 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 resort to violence 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 here

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