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

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

F baby, please say the baby
Riding with your bitch, got on the lady
Triple gold 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 let 'em burn like earth shiver births, uh
If there's any beef, I come runnin' Mertz, uh
Word up, street I'm throwin' my curve up
We take your ice and turn you into sherbert

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got some good smoke for puffers
The two grand make The Hustlers suffer
Plus it's fluffer, than a cotton
I've gotten calls, 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 some past 'em
And the in the hood keep quotin' my lines
I don't ship, I keep floatin' in mine, long as I keep toting, I'm fine
I'mma have these dick sucking deep throatin' the nine

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

Alba, Kirsten Dunst
And still make a off the first of months
These dudes be the to front
they 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 waitin' on the edition
To hell the patience
I'mma send a nigga down under Australia vacations

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

From the Hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me
And even they acceptin' 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, goes up is gon' 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 shows all the hoes be molesting me
I got broads cryin', 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 happy I'm alive, blessin' me y'all
And all the problems arrive, is God testin' me y'all?
So I pray everyday, but I ain't 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 beef 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 cat you embracin' with love
clap that gat, 'cause he got hate in his blood
Keep your friends at a distance and your close
'Cause the folks you call friends, can the most
Some cats'll themselves if you give 'em a rope

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

As soon as eyes 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
That's why even if petty, I'll be ready to squeeze

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

nothin' 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 before the odds are even, I'm leavin' them layin'
And I ain't even playin', believe what I'm here

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