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Get 'em

They ready for the kid to say lay, yeah

This the boy Cassidy man

And I'm feeling like a red nose that we just let out the cage man

I'm ready to bite one of you niggaz at any given moment

Get 'em

My shit is the truth I get in the booth

And start spitting like I'm missing a tooth

You listening duke, I'm gripping the coupe, lifting the roof

Sip the orange juice mixed with the goose

Or shots of the yak, I got gats that could lift up a moose

Stay with a biscuit to shoot like I'm Bishop in Juice

I get more bitches than Luke when I run the block

Fiends scream, "I wanna rock, I wanna rock, ock"

I'm right in the curb, white and the herb

And I got a nice price on the birds, you might could get served

You come with the doe, I come with the blow

But if you don't come with the change I'm a come with them thangs

Run up on you with the gun in the dickie

The collar coat hold a hundred and fifty

You wanna get busy, come get me, I'll bury you cats

'Cus I wife the knife and I marry my gat

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em

Get 'em Cass

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Get 'em Cass

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Get 'em Cass

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Get 'em Cass

A yo my flow sick I need an antihistamine

Both of my wrists gleam and my fist just as mean

It's blue but it's see-through like Listerine

I get the cream on the strip fucking with the fiends

So go and get your team

And I'll get 'em all smoked like a stick a nicotine or a nick of green

And I don't talk to these hoes like I'm Mr. Bean

I just let 'em mop me off get a Mr. Clean

And I might pop her off if the chick is mean

I got some stories I can tell I'll sell a chick a dream

I'll let her sip a little liquor, let her hit the green

Then I'm a unbutton her blouse and unzip her jeans

And merk that ass, hurt that ass

Cass show you how to work that ass

And I ain't with my boy Kells in the hotel no more

I'm on the strip making sells fish scale galore

Whore

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Get 'em Cass

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Get 'em Cass

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Get 'em Cass

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em

Get 'em Cass

I'm still acting a fool, packing a tool

Went back to the dude before I was with the black and the jewels

I don't feel right if I ain't strapped with the tool

But give me a gat and I'm cool like the mac or the ooze

And I'll clap at you dudes, I ain't scrapping you dudes

I'm kind of light and I ain't fighting I got ratchets to use

I'll have cats like, "Damn yo what happened to dude?"

Listen homey, if I'm hungry you'll get jacked for your food

I'm back on the move, back on the grind

I'm a natural born hustler, I just happened to rhyme

Who would of ever thought I'll be the cat to get signed

But life hard to predict the shit happen sometimes

Cats jacking my lines, taking my style

But there ain't no perpetrators aloud

If you die then you can't testify when I take it to trial

You can hate it, I just take it and smile

Motherfucker

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em

Get 'em Cass

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em

Get 'em Cass

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em

Get 'em Cass

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em

Sick 'em

Get 'em Cass

Get 'em Cass

Get 'em Cass

Sick 'em

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