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

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

Wheezy F baby, please say the
Riding with bitch, got keys on the lady
Triple gold these tires 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 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 cream and turn you into

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 lips moving but I ain't heard much
You see the moving, it look like pure punch

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

And in the tires little package is
Might I spend a good with 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 hear that bop unless I'm be
Yeah, skip when you hear click
Cash nigga, I'm that shit, whose begging, uh

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

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

I'm having dealing with wealth
But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a 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 time I can splurging
The twin cigs open like a heart surgeon
And I'm buttoned up, I'm a blue collar crook
But I keep a thick as few college books, I got a new polished look
And twenty dime bitches, to show niggaz how my two dollars look

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

I got some good smoke just for
The two twenty's make The Hustlers suffer
Plus it's fluffer, than a cotton
I've 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 some past 'em
And the in the hood keep quotin' my lines
I jump ship, I keep floatin' in mine, long as I keep toting, I'm fine
have these dick sucking niggaz deep throatin' the nine

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

Jessica Alba, Dunst
And still make a mil' off the of months
These be the first to front
they family and friends 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 with the
I'mma send a nigga down under Australia vacations

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

the Hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me y'all
And even overseas they me y'all
All the ladies show me love, the thugs 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 up is gon' definitely fall
Even the work success, it's my destiny y'all
Look, I cook tracks, I got the recipe
You can't name another cat that can mess with me

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 sex with me y'all
Screamin', "Cash, you know how sexy you are

And I'm I'm alive, God's blessin' me y'all
And all the problems 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 prayin'

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 beef when we meet, then I'm spaying shit up
Prraat, prraat, I sayin' too much, and that's that

that cat you embracin' with love
Might clap that gat, 'cause he got hate in his
Keep your friends at a and your enemies close
'Cause the folks you call friends, can envy the
cats'll hang themselves 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 every horse to the pond, and let 'em drink
I'd rather my eyes wide open, instead of blink

As soon as your eyes shut, 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 it's petty, I'll be ready to

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

Clowning's to pull out and blast you
I try to only resort to if I have to
But man niggaz out here playin' fair
So before the odds are even, I'm leavin' them there
And I even playin', believe what I'm saying here

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