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Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy, The Hustler

And I brought two of my niggaz with me

And we about to shut the industry down

Aiyyo wheezy, let's get it poppin'Hit me, front that shit, this the south side

Got a fat dick on your mouth wide

I've come to take it outside, nah, do it right here

Hop out later ownin' everybody's home that you fuckin' withWheezy F baby, please say the baby

Riding with your bitch, got keys on the lady

Triple gold these four tires on the whip

Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than the whipYeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil, the pot or kettle, uh

The metal let 'em burn like earth shiver births, uh

If there's any beef, I come runnin' like Mertz, uh

Word up, eagle street I'm throwin' my curve up

We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbertI got flow, I'm like sure, but if it's about dough, I'm like sure 'nuff

I'm from the bird bunch, birdman J R, you niggaz bird lunch

I see your lips moving but I ain't heard much

You see the wrist moving, it look like pure punchI hear the playa hating but I don't endorse such

I got the escalade, guts like the tour bus

I got the styrofoam poured up with syrupAnd in the tires little package is gone

Might I spend a good deal with these Firestones?

I spit like Myer's bones, born in chromers

For the buyers chromosomes, I got summersI got vicadens, valiums I ain't stoppin'

Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin, and that's how we rockin'

How can you hear that bop unless I'm be bopping

Yeah, skip when you hear that click

Cash money nigga, I'm that shit, whose begging, uhThat's what I'm talking about

Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know

Why they ain't fuckin' with youYou're goddamn right, I'm feelin' myself

A chauffeur, no Sir, I'm wheelin' myself

Looking for a chick chillin' for self

So I can show her the suicides, and talk her into killin' herselfI'm having problems dealing with wealth

But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a million yourself

You niggaz must've got a deal for your health

Your CD is frozen food, it just chills on the shelfI spend big, at any time I can start splurging

The twin cigs open chests like a heart surgeon

And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook

But I keep a stack thick as few college books, I got a new polished look

And twenty dime bitches, to show y'all niggaz how my two dollars lookThe boy's got at least six digits on

So the guns gotta be at least midget long

The money is like ten bridges long

I throw bread around just to turn pigeons onI got some good smoke just for puffers

The two grand twenty's make The Hustlers suffer

Plus it's fluffer, than a cotton ball

I've gotten calls, wantin' me to put the pot in mallsBut nowadays you can't put it past 'em

I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm 'bout to throw some bullets past 'em

And the niggaz in the hood keep quotin' my lines

I don't jump ship, I keep floatin' in mine, long as I keep toting, I'm fine

I'mma have these dick sucking niggaz deep throatin' the nineI jumped in the English ship, benzed whip

It's Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip

I'm reading scripts, no, not the penmanship

The box office shit, I box off this bitchJessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst

And still make a mil' off the first of months

These dudes be the first to front

'Til they family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in frontI'm in the top position, I can make you a proposition

I'm in the hard top waitin' on the drop edition

To hell with the patience

I'mma send a nigga down under like Australia vacationsYeah this, what is this?

My niggaz just killed y'all and I'mma close the casket

I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me y'all

I work hard for the fame, the game's stressin' me y'all

All they do is complain what they expect from me y'allFrom the Hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me y'all

And even overseas they acceptin' me y'all

All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me y'all

I get a lot of dirty money, so respect me or fall

But I'm saving all my checks, I'm investin' 'em allThey say, what goes up is gon' definitely fall

Even the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all

Look, I cook tracks, I got the recipe y'all

You can't name another cat that can mess with me y'allAt the shows all the hoes be molesting me y'all

I got broads cryin', tryin' to get next to me y'all

I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex with me y'all

Screamin', "Cash, you don't know how sexy you areAnd I'm happy I'm alive, God's blessin' me y'all

And all the problems that arrive, is God testin' me y'all?

So I pray everyday, but I ain't prayin' too much

'Cause I be sinnin' everyday, so I ain't prayin' enoughAnd we all could be beat, and I ain't saying I'm tough

But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up?"

If it's beef when we meet, then I'm spaying shit up

Prraat, prraat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that's that'Cause that cat you embracin' with love

Might clap that gat, 'cause he got hate in his blood

Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close

'Cause the folks you call friends, can envy the most

Some cats'll hang themselves if you give 'em a ropeBurn the bridge and don't give a boat, let 'em sink

Sometimes you gotta give 'em some some time, to let 'em think

But sometimes you gotta give 'em the nine, and let 'em stink

You can't bring every horse to the pond, and let 'em drink

I'd rather keep my eyes wide open, instead of blinkAs soon as your eyes shut, them niggaz will ride up

And the guys that you trusted, be gettin' you tied up

And we all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave

That's why even if it's petty, I'll be ready to squeezeBut put a cheddar in cheese, guac a moola

I pop the ruger, send that hot shit through ya

Like booya, that's the sound when the pound bustin'

Ooh, ah, you'll be laying on the ground sufferin'Clowning's nothin' to pull out and blast you

I try to only resort to violence if I have to

But man niggaz out here ain't playin' fair

So before the odds are even, I'm leavin' them layin' there

And I ain't even playin', believe what I'm saying here'Cause before this shit gets further

Your click gets murdered and found in a hole in the grass

For tryin' to play that thug role, I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass

And this Cass, nigga I'm that sick

Full surface nigga I'm that shit, bitch

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