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

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

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

Yeah, than an angel, or hotter than the devil, the pot or kettle, uh
The metal let 'em burn like earth births, uh
If any beef, I come runnin' like 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 about dough, I'm like sure 'nuff
I'm from the bird bunch, birdman J R, you niggaz bird
I see your lips moving but I ain't 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 with these Firestones?
I spit like Myer's bones, in chromers
For the buyers chromosomes, I got

I got vicadens, I ain't stoppin'
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 hear that
Cash money nigga, I'm shit, whose begging, uh

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

You're goddamn right, I'm feelin'
A chauffeur, no Sir, I'm myself
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 deal for health
Your CD is frozen food, it chills on the shelf

I spend big, at any I can start splurging
The twin open chests like a heart surgeon
And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a collar crook
But I keep a thick 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 least long
The money is like ten bridges
I throw bread around just to turn on

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

But nowadays you can't put it '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 don't ship, I keep floatin' in mine, long as I keep toting, I'm fine
I'mma have these dick sucking niggaz throatin' the nine

I in the English ship, benzed whip
It's Terminator 2 chrome the dip
I'm scripts, no, not the penmanship
The box office shit, I box off bitch

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

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

From the to Hollywood, they respectin' me y'all
And overseas 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 all my checks, I'm investin' 'em all

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

At the shows all the hoes be 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 know how sexy you are

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

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

'Cause that cat you with love
clap that gat, 'cause he got hate in his blood
Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies
the folks you call friends, can envy 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 gotta 'em the nine, and let 'em stink
You can't bring every horse to the pond, and let 'em
I'd keep my eyes wide open, instead of blink

As soon as your eyes shut, them will ride up
And the guys that you trusted, be you tied up
And we all gotta die, but I ain't to leave
That's why if it's 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 sound when the bustin'
Ooh, ah, you'll be laying on the sufferin'

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

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