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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 the industry down
Aiyyo wheezy, let's get it

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

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

Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter the devil, the pot or kettle, uh
The metal let 'em burn like shiver births, uh
If there's any beef, I come 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 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 moving but I heard much
You see the wrist moving, it look like punch

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

And in the little package is gone
Might I spend a good deal with these
I spit Myer's bones, born in chromers
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 when you hear that
money nigga, I'm that shit, whose begging, uh

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

You're goddamn right, I'm myself
A chauffeur, no Sir, I'm wheelin'
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
Your CD is frozen food, it just on the shelf

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

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

I got some good just for puffers
The two grand twenty's make The Hustlers
Plus fluffer, than a cotton ball
I've gotten calls, wantin' me to put the pot in

But nowadays you put it past 'em
I got a Dan arm, I'm 'bout to throw some bullets 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 dick niggaz deep 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 a mil' off the first of months
These dudes be the first to
'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 with the
I'mma send a nigga down like Australia vacations

Yeah this, is this?
My niggaz just killed and I'mma close the casket
I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the 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, they me y'all
And even overseas they acceptin' me
All the ladies me love, the thugs reppin' me y'all
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 gon' definitely
Even the stars work success, it's my destiny
Look, I cook tracks, I got the y'all
You can't name cat that can mess with me y'all

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

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

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

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

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

As soon as your eyes shut, them niggaz 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 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
booya, that's the sound when 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 them layin' there
And I ain't even playin', what I'm saying here

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