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Текст песни:

(feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Chorus - Swizz Beatz]
My blood pressure′s buildin′ [4x]
It′s Cassidy trick
It′s Cassidy bitch
It′s Cassidy clique
It′s Cassidy beeyatch!

[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
Ayo, what′chu know ′bout this world I′m in
Everynight I twist up and get drunk ′til I hurl again
Then i′ll pour some more and start twirlin′ then
And might go and get my pipes up by your girl and them
If you a thug, stop girlin′ then
If I see a car in traffic, I′m a jacket like Burlington
It′s Cassidy, who′s thorough as him, nobody
I keep a gun tucked cause I don′t trust nobody
I got plenty biscuits
And ya′ll niggaz like skinny bitches yall ain′t got nobodies
Watch how you talk to me man
Before you faggots get smacked with the dark skin part of my hand
Understand?

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I′m the best in building, a prospect destined for millions
Threat to civillians and my blood pressure is building
Catch feelings? You be wet, catchin′ a steel in
Weapons directed, at ya′ chest, neck and ya′ grill and
Still, there′s no regrets, but I confessed that I kill men
I spill men′s blood on the rug next to there children
And if you wan′ set it? Cass′ bettin′ his deal in
Yes I will win, when I spill extra appealin′
Come to Limekill, we got them exstasy pills and
Got the whip fully equiped except for the ceilin′
I got a stash in it, the Smith-n-Wessun can chill in
I might get arressted, but until then?

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3]
If I hear you gettin′ chips, pitbulls where you sleepin′
Everybody on the fuckin′ floor, I′m squeezin′
Click the four, grip your whore by her weave and
Bitch, what muthafuckin′ drawer is the keys in?
Got you on your knees like a braud and you pleadin′
(Uh, you got it dog, take it all, I don′t need it)
I′ll clap you and have you on your carpet, bleedin′
Throw your stuff in the trunk of the Ford then I′m leavin
Now I got a raw load more than I′m needin
And that′s the reason, why you and whore is screamin′
Pull this, squeezed then if you holdin′ them hammers
I′m focused like disposable cameras, nigga!

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

(feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Chorus (Cassidy & Female Voice)]
[Female Voice:] I′d like to make sweet love to you
[Cassidy:] What you say you tryin′ to do, huh?
[C:] I′ll make you scream like
[F:] AHHH!
[C:] And shout like
[F:] AHHH!
[C:] And sing
[F:] Do di do do di do do do
[C:] Now what you say?
[F:] I′d like to make sweet love to you

[Repeat]

[Verse 1 (Cassidy)]
Okay!
I was told you ain′t got it nice, ′til you got a wife
But nope I′ma baller cuz, never gon fall in love
Pshyche that′s a damn lie
Ladies put ya hands high every woman should get that one man to stand by
It′s called devotion, emotions could make a man cry
But ma wipe ya tears and just stare in that man eyes
Prove that you there for him, prove that you care for him
That′s how you gotta act, prove that you got his back
Prove that you not a rat
Don′t creep and ho around, hold him down
′Cause you know what comes around goes around
And I′m older now and it might seem kinda weird
But man all them damn AIDS commercials got me kinda scared

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 (Snoop Dogg)]
You ever laid on some pink mink sheets blowin′ swishers
Holdin′ on some champagne while doin ya damn thang
Caressin′ on tha world main
Adressin′′ you is no pain
Betty Wright is playing, no pain no gain
I did it for the hell of it
Hit it now you tell a bitch
Now she want a little bit, I did it for the smell of it
It′s relevant and evident
Yeah girl you heaven sent
I love the way you break and take all the evidence
Pimpin cause I′m stayin in your mothafucking residence
While you out bringin me back the dead presidents
(Pimpin′, Pimpin′, Pimpin′)
You can say that I got you
I do it cause I have to, plus I feel like I got you

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 (Cassidy)]
Sis if you make love to me
Kissin′ and huggin′ me
Lickin′ and rubbin′ me, it′ll get ugly
The bed got a mink spread gettin all cuddley
Pop bub′ the hot tub gettin all bubbley
You don′t even gotta ask, all my girls got it bad
Closet full of Prada bags and I ain′t even gotta brag
Yeah I keep them lookin real
Go ′head you can push the wheel
And if ya face tough I might wake up and cook a meal
Whatever you ask for (It′s yours)
We can go to my bungalo over in Tahiti with the glass floors
Fish swimmin ′round, the moonlight shimmer down
I got the bomb stroke
Girl get ya spine broke

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz + (Cassidy)]
Do my ladies run this motherfucker
(smoke sumthin tonight, drink sumthin tonight)
Do my thugs run this motherfucker
(who fuckin tonight, you fuckin tonight)
Some body say YEA {sumbody say yea}
Some body say YEA {sumbody say yea}

[Verse 1]
Whoa my flow to dangerous
so y′all might as well hang it up (yup yup)
Cause ill flip it and change it up
wit the slang, swich the language up, guess what
I left wit this chi-di-dik
She waz thi-di-dik
Got my freak on and got my john li-di-dikd
All in the ri-di-dib
The bra sti-di-dip
Took her thong off and put gloss on her li-di-dips
She on the ji-di-dob
I′m gettin sli-di-dopd
Bout to bang out, gettin mouth, tryin to dri-di-dive
I′m like hold up wait a minute
therse no rush I′ma get way up in it
We goin to ya cri-di-dib
Ta do it bi-di-dig
And I′ma hit like I just did a vi-di-did
Den have fi-di-dun
Whicha ti-di-doung
After I ki-di-done
I′m out swiss we′r di-done

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Whoa my flow to dangerous
so y′all might as well hang it up (yup yup)
Cause ill flip it and change it up
wit the slang, swich the language up
I′m a v-i-issue
Play the strip on my gri-i-issle
I stay wit the p-i-istole on my hip
And I stay wit a clip full of me-i-issles
Gray wrist braclet full of cre-i-istles
I′ll leave you cre-i-ipled
Cause I b shootin the tech like when the reff blow the whe-i-istle
But ill do some B I wichu
If you b blowin your nose and I ain′t talkin bout wit t-i-issue
My weed green like a p-i-ickle
Hop off the G4, hop in the G ni-i-ickle
Had to throw 24′s on the v-i-ichle
And my smile get a broad′s hard ne-i-iples

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Now you kno I′m a laidies man (na′m-talkn-bout)
May-bop mercades man (na′m-talkn-bout)
My watch cost 80 grand (na′m-talkn-bout)
I′m gettin dat gravy man (na′m-talkn-bout)
Yea I used to sling on the strip (na′m-talkn-bout)
Me, singbing and the click (na′m-talkn-bout)
Now the whole world′s sayin my shhh.. (na′m-talkn-bout)
I deserve ey′thing that I get (na′m-talkn-bout)
And you could be a rider but stay in you lane
Cause word to my 5 I ain′t playin no games
If its drama den I′m sprayin dem thangs (na′m-talkn-bout)
Cats cant stop sayin my name (na′m-talkn-bout)
Cause I′m hot right now (na′m-talkn-bout)
I can′t be stopped right now (na′m-talkn-bout)
Look at the charts I′m on top right now (na′m-talkn-bout)
The kid got it on lock right now (na′m-talkn-bout)

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

(feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Intro: Swizz Beats]
Oooooo (Wooooo)
Oooooo (Wooooo)
Oooooo (Wooooo)
Heyyyyyyyy

[Hook x2: Swizz Beatz (Cassidy)]
I Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step
Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step
It′s On It′s On It′s On (N I′m Home Get Da
Patrone N Tell Dem Dat It′s On)

[Verse 1: Cassidy]
I Got My Drink N My Dutchi I Just Beat A Murda
People Think Dat I′m Lucky My Link Lookin Husky
Big Stones It′s On It′s On
Da Kid Home Get Da Patrone N Tell Dem Dat It′s On
Put Tha Smoke In The Air N Get Stoned
Da Whips Sitin On 2 Sixes Da Lips Grown
My Money Use 2 Be Immature Now My Shit Grown
Big Wheels, Big Homes I′m Doin It Big Homes
(Now It′s On It′s On It′s On) Da Kids Home
Get Da Patrone N Tell Em Dat It′s On
I Do My Two Step N Let Da Link Swing
Hold Da Drink With Da Left Hand N Show Da Pink Ring (Yeaaa) (Bling)

[Hook x2: Swizz Beatz (Cassidy)]
I Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step
Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step
It′s On It′s On It′s On (N I′m Home Get Da
Patrone N Tell Dem Dat It′s On)

[Verse 2: Cassidy]
A Yo They Wanna Be Like Me Recreate My Flo
Emitate My Flo, Then Remake My Flo
But While They Tryna Take My Flo I Make My Doe
Ayo I Could Make It Rain Cause I Be Maken It Snow
But Yo I Been Takin Slo I Wasn′t Around
But The Car Crash Couldn′t Lay Da Huslta Down, Naw
I′m Still Here Fo′ Real I′m Still Here
It Wasn′t Lookin Pretty But Swizzy I′m Still Here
They Said I Coulda Been Brain Dead In A Wheel Chair
But I′m Standin In Da Booth N Da Skills Is Still Here
Yea Da Hustla Homes, Da Hustla Home
Let′s Celebrate A Toss With A Cup Of Patrone (Yeaaa)

[Hook x2: Swizz Beatz (Cassidy)]
I Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step
Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step
It′s On It′s On It′s On (N I′m Home Get Da
Patrone N Tell Dem Dat It′s On)

[Verse 3: Cassidy]
Yea Yea Put Ya Dutch In Tha Air, Smoke Haze
Let Da Smoke Raise Up In Tha Air
U Mighta Seen Me In Da Ghini At A Couple Affiars
Da Engine In Da Trunk Da Doors Go Up In Da Air
Yea N I Been Gon 4 A Couple Of Years
I Dun Sweat I Dun Bleed Shead A Couple Of Tears
I Ain′t Stressin It′s A Blessin Dat Da Hustla Here
Let′s Celebrate A Toss Put Ya Cup In Da Air (Yeaaa)

[Hook x2: Swizz Beatz (Cassidy)]
I Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step
Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step
It′s On It′s On It′s On (N I′m Home Get Da
Patrone N Tell Dem Dat It′s On)

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

(feat. Jadakiss)

[Chorus]
Yea, I need to talk to you, ok can I talk to you
C′mon c′mon c′mon (hey, let me holla at you)
C′mon c′mon c′mon (yo, stop runnin from me)

[Cassidy]
A yo this Cassidy & niggas is not fuckin wit me man,
And yea, I′m talking wreckless but you gotta respect it,
Its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta,
Yea Kiss talk to em…

[Jadakiss]
You know me K-I-S-S kiss of death
LP soon comin for yall bless bless
Metallic green paint on the impala the S.S.
And I figure the more niggas dead the less stress
You love how I′m hurtin the track
You wanna polly but I′m sort of hard to reach like the dirt on ya back
Hand to hand like I′m workin the sack
And I work out wit my arms so I′ll have no problem workin the mac
Uh, never been a toe stepper, side switcher
A fence jumper, I was 10 wit twin pumpers
Hustled wit the best of them
Did whatever it took to make a quarter I charge niggas to watch wrestlin
I′m heavy threat, D-Block double R full surface yall niggas aint ready yet
[talking]
Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back.

[Chorus X2]

[Cassidy]
You know me C-A-S-S fresh dressed
Just copped some new 4-5′s and a fresh vest
I gets scout cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex
But less tlk you aint got no heart in yo left breast
Go head get yo beef on
I′ll let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothing but ya sneaks on
But it don′t matter cuz ya feets gone
Now that′s restin in pieces so go meet Jesus
You little boys better ease up
Cuz them dudes you think hot′ll see Cass and then freeze up
You wan′ scrap roll ya sleeves up
But I′ll rather squeeze cuz I aint tryin to fuck my trees up
Or wrinkle my dickie I crack a dutch sprinkle the sticky
I know you pissed I got kiss & them wit me, dig me
Cuz you dudes is haters & if you bet that I was gon′ flop you gon′ lose yo paper.

[Chorus X2]

[Jada]
A yo, get it through ya head there′s no stopping me
Nigga the R is double the surface is full the block is D
All it take is a trey 8 & a mass nigga its Jada & Cass I vision ya face waitin to blast
If money was food yall niggas be fastin
And we stuffin our face & eatin wit passion
In the like we runnin numbers
Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin from us
[Cassidy]
They runnin from us cuz they petrified
I lift guns for the exercise
And I spray like insecticides
You bugs better rcognize
When the weapon rise you can catch slugs in ya chest through ya vest & die
You on some sucka shit
So I′ll leave a scar on ya face longer than the knife that I cut you wit
I done paid my dues so I′ll blow ya brains out & then feed it to ya seed like baby food
Bitch!!!

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

Okay.
This joint is knockin′ right here
I don′t even need to write to this joint this easy
I′mma just talk to ′em off the top, listen

My interpretation of what the game facin′
I′m basin′ my facts on ancient civilization
And my proclamation plus the world and its foundation
My education is statin′ black unification
Debatin′ whether Satin is situatin′
And placin′ me in a state of mind that can′t be shaken
It′s like a leech slurrin′ my specch, energy taken
It′s brakin′ my fiberglass thoughts that pass through my mental
Lettin′ off frustration through meditation in conventional
Dimension in teleportation
And like the length between words in the first grade my mind is spacin′
Out on route like telephone communications through nations
Give me 360 degree rotations my occupation
Spittin′ flows and creatin′ a creation through experimental situations
They drug me ′cuz my thoughts bloody like menstruations
Makin′ my temperature heat up like incubation
They tracin′ and chasin′ from location to location
I′m stationed at a hotel accomidation
Waitin′ to start me and my squad organization
But I′m hesitatin′, too many outside irritations
Makin′ me pause and might cause altercations
But I′m penetratin′, surpassin′ so-called limitations
Dedication, motivation and concentration
Manifestation is the key to escalation
And fluctuation of cheese might cause MC′s suffocation
Or tax on cats ′cuz no jacks is bein′ fakin′
They typically pissin′ me off like urination
Deflation and toleration is in consideration
But me in my rankin′ is like Bob Marley to Jamaicans
I might be...slightly exaggeratin′ but eliminatin′
These snakes wit affiliation got the system scared
Like mice durin′ extermination
Erasin′ the rhymes rapper′s lines wit time and patience
Takin′ no shorts, thoughts like woo blunts I′m lacin′
Comin′ down like condensation givin′ proper information
My interpretation of the rap business
Since my christenin′ I wanted to be a rap technician
Splittin′ mics in half for my fans when I′m spittin′
Never forgettin′ how rap started from the beginnin′
But most of these ignorant rappers talkin′ ′bout money they gettin′
Bars they spittin′, cars they whippin′, nice clothes they dipped in
Hoes they hittin′, 9′s they grippin′
But they gotta expand they mind and rhyme somethin′ different
For instance, that′s what I be kickin′ in my writtens
But if you listen pay attention positivity′s mentioned
My composition has a 50 slash 50 division
I can please both crowds no vocals is my intentions
When I do that wit rap I expand my comprehension
Extendin′ my knowledge like goin′ to college at Princeton
The industry′s missin′ and interpretation that′s sickenin′
They was wishin′ I presented so now I′m forever in it

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

(feat. Nas, Quan)

Yea, hehe. Don Quan
A vision of God′s Son Nas. That nigga Cass rules. Whattup baby

[Chorus: Quan]
Y′all niggaz is crazy. (To think) Y′all niggaz can′t fade me
(Trick these) From the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block
Anyway I got to get it, I′m givin it all I got
Y′all haters can′t hold me. (No Way) And y′all don′t want to zone me
(Want it your way) So when I get, I′m gon′ get it, in my life how I live it
and whips I be whippin, smokin on the exquisite

[Nas]
In the crib, two bricks of coke, liquor and dope
Pretty Hawaian bitches who eat choch and deep throat
Same niggaz that get down, remember them
California style, yeah I went back again
But much wiser, ′cause these guys are
Leave you up shits creek and won′t lose sleep
So while we pack the heat, I got the heckler and koch
My man got the dot, five-oh block
It′s like the movies shots as niggaz watch
But the American version
East coast, west coast as we connect these curtains
′Cause we ain′t scared to buck, step on the Timbs and Chuck′s
Is gonna happen, gun clappin, remember that
Now we on the soothern part of the map
Houston, party of the year, everybody there
Texas, no guestlist, only real players allowed
Me and my dudes make out rounds *Yall must be crazy*

[Chorus: Quan]

[Quan]
VA game spittin, platinum grill grinnin
Chrome rims spinnin, with wood grain glistenin
Any amount we sippin, passion for thugs livin
Free, fresh and out of prison
Flexin that new edition
Good grain gettin, shit and lovin the feelin
Bobby Womack singin, Marisa Rings gleaming
Hat cocked duce, puffin the quarter loosely
Poppin the bottle and tippin fifth of that to goosey
Shinnin for Swill and Halle, smokin for Lil′ Shawney
Still reppin Bad Newz, and all my soldiers for me
Enjoy some better days, dispute burdens I carry
See cousin hookin money, for God momentary
Floss every chance I get, spread love freely
Still spittin gangsta shit, ′cause the streets need me
Still got that mack with me, for niggaz actin silly
still pimpin gangsta pretty, reppin in every city

[Chorus: Quan]

[Cassidy]
Yeah, I pray every day for a better life
I think it′s gon′ get better but it′s like I′m never right
Make about it Christ, I′m on both of my knees
There′s no hope, that why I′m smokin the trees
Damn, all for the chees, I lost both of my mans
That′s why this toast is in the both of my hands
Damn, and I′ll sell coke and birds ′fore I go to work
I go to the Range more than I go to church
My whole mentality twisted, but this reality isn′t it
I ain′t tryin to be fatality listed
And yo reverend, gettin dough is like goin to heaven
And goin to jail, like goin to hell
But before I go in the grave, I′ll go in the cell
Just send my son mo′ dough in the mail
Oh well, but I got god on my side so I′m beatin the case

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

Yeah
Cassidy, yeah
Uh, I′m out here on the grind

[Hook 1]
I′m out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame
Cause I′m out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame

[Verse 1]
I was told it′s a crazy world, well I was born crazy too
1982, they said I was a baby who
Always started trouble, start to hustle what they made me do
As I grew as a man, my plans and my gravy grew
Coke, I copped a little, posted on the block a little
My block popped a little even though my rocks was little
But now a nigga grown started sellin bigger stones
Got a steady clientele that can′t leave the shit alone
Keep it on the hivic homes, can′t leave ya shit at home
If I spit it, I did it, I lived it, we can get it on
Forget it, I′m sick with it, the midget′ll get shitted on
You don′t wanna get the chrome, you wanna getcha phone
You don′t wanna brawl at all, you wanna call the law
But if you get called a snitch, you might as well call it quits
And I might answer the phone when ya call ya bitch
I push bars like rod, this shit all will flip

[Break]
Man I′m out here on the grind
I′m out here on the grind
I′m out here on the grind

[Hook 2]
I do this for the hood and I do this for the streets
I do this for my peeps cause my family gotta eat
I do this for the thugs that be hustling the drugs
I do this for my niggaz who be bustin all the slugs
I′d do this for the love but I do this to get paid
I do this for my niggaz in the cells and in the graves
I do this for my niggaz on the block that keep it thorough
I do this for all the hustlers around the world
Cause I′m out here on the grind

[Verse 2]
Don′t abuse the fame, use ya brain fore you open ya mouth
Or you could get poked ouch with the toast in ya mouth
I doubt i′ma go broke, I be done broke in ya house
You don′t hustle just cause niggaz cook coke in ya house
If I stop sellin coke, it′ll drought
And my flow so dope, I got insurance on my throat and my mouth
I change the game, my name gets spoken about
I′m still ill with the smoke in my mouth (whoa)
Ya sis oped, and I′ma open her blouse
Stick my dick down her throat and start stroking her mouth (whoa)
I let my unborns float in her mouth
And then I put a condom on and start stroking her out (whoa)
I blow the hydro to the scout
On the post with the rock inside got most of the clout
And most of the cash I′m bragging and boasting about
Copped a yacht and got a dock, I can float to the house
Got damn, you wouldn′t understand how I′m feeling man
I′m chilling man, all for the love of drug dealing man
I got change I′m gon borrow
That′s why I got a quarter million dollar painting hanging on my wall
So naw, I ain′t pressed for paper
But I′m dealing weight and got real estate tryna stretch the paper
It′s best to invest the paper
But if you wanna battle, let′s bet, I could use the extra paper
Cause i′d do whatever to eat
I′m from the street, if it′s beef, it′s whatever, I ain′t never been sweet
And in a battle, I ain′t never been beat
I′m in the race to take Jay-Z place, and you ain′t better than Bleek
When I speak, you can tell that I′m wise
Dog, I got the best punch lines since Big L was alive
And this was a big L so I′m already high
If a nigga better than me, then he already died
Cassidy

[Hook 2]
I do this for the hood and I do this for the streets
I do this for my peeps cause my family gotta eat
I do this for the thugs that be hustling the drugs
I do this for my niggaz who be bustin all the slugs
I′d do this for the love but I do this to get paid
I do this for my niggaz in the cells and in the graves
I do this for my niggaz on the block that keep it thorough
I do this for all the hustlers around the world
Cause I′m out here on the grind

[Break]
Man I′m out here on the grind
I′m out here on the grind
I′m out here on the grind

[Hook 1]
I′m out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame
Cause I′m out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we flip that C-R-A-C-K
CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we move that C-R-A-C-K
CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we sell that C-R-A-C-K

[HOOK]
Crack!! It got my niggaz addicted
Crack!! But got my niggaz convicted
Crack!! Why niggaz stand on the block
Its called Crack!! It got my man and ′em shot
I said Crack!! what niggaz sell for the cash
Crack!! Got the women selling they ass
Crack!! What the feins use to get high
And the hustlers move to get by that′s why the song called CRACK!!

[VERSE 1]
I got the cops drawn... I put the block on
Over rare bout to stock viles of the popcorn
Feins got the block warm getting they cop on
My young′ns run the block till ev′ry one of the rocks gone
And I got another block I′m puttin the pot on
Strong enough to smell through the jar wit the top on
Cop and be gone... If you come to the block drawn
I′ll hit you with the glock till ev′ry one of the shots gone
He thought he was a thug he was all on his pop join′
Till he got popped now he all on his rock join′
I left him all on the block wit his top gone
Law called his mom and pop they all on they shock join′
I was just tryna make some bread for my family
And ev′rybody got somebody dead in they family
and ev′rybody got some crackheads in they family
So it′s no room to hate cause I kno you relate... My shit

[HOOK]

I′ma blow like propaine cause the flow flames
It′ll have you look like the cooked version of cocaine
I spit crack homie... neva been wak homie
I′m back homie... And I hold weight like I′m fat Tony
Like a Soprano I stay with the ammo
Push keys and make music but dont play the piano
You could get blam! yo... I′m nice wit my hands doe
You′ll be looking like Rocky if you play like you Rambo
I′m looking type Rocky when I hop out the Land Vo
Bezel on the band whoa... rock on the hand glow
It′s all for the fans doe
Thanks for the sup-port
my 16s like the nicotine in a newport
I′m like Too $hort... Pimpin these hoes
I′m the best at inventin the flow since Hove
What these other niggaz spittin is trash
But it′s like hittin a glass when you listen to Cass... My shit

[HOOK]

I still be fucking it all up
Gettin it, mixin it cuttin, it all up
I make hella cake and I′m addin it all up
And I ain′t sellin weight, man I′m baggin it all up
My youngn′s on the block they be knockin it all off
Who you think the feins be coppin it all off
My block got hard but we coppin it all soft
If its snakes in the grass we choppin it all off
If you play wit my cash I′m poppin at all ya
Wit my face in a mask I′m choppin at all ya
But due to the fact I be rappin and all that
I be actin and all that I ain′t clappin at y′all cats
But before I did music and movies and all that
I was moving in all black wit the toolies and all that
But now I dont got time cause I′m eatin and all that
I′m too decent for all that to be beefin wit y′all cats... You on

[HOOK]

CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!
ITS CALLED CRACK!!!!!!!!
I SAID CRACK!!!!

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

[Intro:]
Yeah (Uh Hu) East New York,
Hustle Hard, Gmg, Bed-Stuy Nigga,
(Ya Heard, Black Flag) Murda, Wat Up Nigga?
Maino, Wat Da Fuck Going On Man?
(Im Here Man) These Niggaz Aint Even Ready Man Ya Heard,
(Im Ready To Catch A Body Again) (Me Too Man, Im Just, Dat′s Just Da Feelin)

[Maino:]
Yeah Muthafuckas Hate Wat Dey Can′t Be,
Fear Wat Dey Can′t Beat,
No Matter How Dey Try, Dey Can′t Touch Wat Dey Can′t See,
You Ready Dawg?

[Uncle Murda:]
Im Ready Dawg, Murda Let Dat Semi Off,
Have His Mama Like “wat Da Fuck Dey Had To Kill Him For?”

[Maino:]
But Dat Was Her Only Child.

[Uncle Murda:]
But He Never Made Her Proud,
Finally She Wanted Da Knucklehead To Get Gunned Down,

[Maino:]
(Damn) It Is Wat It Is,
We Aint Rappers, We Shooters Man,
Dis Da Rebirth Of [Tonton Schooler?] Man,
Got These Niggaz Shook To Death,

[Uncle Murda:]
To Da Death.

[Maino:]
Back To Back.

[Uncle Murda:]
Tec For Tec.

[Maino:]
Mac To Mac.

[Uncle Murda:]
Extra Clip.

[Maino:]
These Niggaz Is Scared Dat.

[Uncle Murda:]
Pop Em Up,
Hit Em Up,
Dat′s Blood He Spittin Up,

[Maino:]
Im Da Hand Of God,
He Going To Jesus To Pick Him Up,
Murda, Wat You Tryna To Do?

[Uncle Murda:]
Maino, Wat You Tryna To Do?

[Maino:]
Im Tryna Catch A Body Son.

[Uncle Murda:]
Im Tryna Catch A Body Too.

[Maino:]
We All Coke Offenders.

[Uncle Murda:]
Call Da Cops To Come Get Us.

[Both:]
Stand In Front Of Da Judge Like “fuck It Give Us Our Sentenceä.

[Hook: D.V. Alias Khryst {Maino} (Uncle Murda)]
We Send Them To The Wars Cause You Don′t Really Want No Problems With Us,
{We Hit Em Like...}
We Drag Em To The Back Of The Alley For Even Uttering Words About Us.
(We Hit Em Like...)
So Sorry′s Out Your Face, We Leanin But This Aint A Dance We Do,
{We Hit Em Like...}
[{Maino} (Uncle Murda):]
{You Get Em} (Yeah)
(I Split Em) {Yeah}
{I Twist Em} (Yeah)
(I Flip Em) {Yeah}
{You Lift Em} (Yeah)
{We Hit Em Like...}

[Uncle Murda:]
Oh Ima Shoot Em In His Head,

[Maino:]
And Ima Hit Em In His Neck,

[Uncle Murda:]
We Got Da Kinda Name,

[Maino:]
Dat You Niggaz Gon Respect,

[Uncle Murda:]
Ima Take Dat Nigga Chain,

[Maino:]
All I Need Is Da Watch,

[Uncle Murda:]
Before We Take His Life,

[Maino:]
We Take Everything He Got,

[Uncle Murda:]
Ima Movement By Myself,

[Maino:]
And Ima Movement By Myself,
But Together We A Force,

[Both:]
Niggaz Lives Gon Get Lost,
You Fuckin Wit A “gä,

[Maino:]
Ima Mufuckin Ryder

[Uncle Murda:]
Im Mr. Shoot-You-Up,

[Maino:]
And Im Da Getaway Driver,
Look Man I Does Wat Da Killers Do,
You Know How These Killers Do?,
Got Some Real Niggaz Out In Philly, Dat Some Killers Too.

[Cassidy:]
Ima Pro, So Da Flow So Beautiful,
If I Aint Da Truth In Da Booth Then You,
You Delusional!
I Fuck Wit Men Dat Be Hustlin Like I Used To Do,
But I Don′t Move Pharmaceuticals, Im More Musical,
I Be Rhymin Cause Findin A Job Is Unusual,
And Workin A 9 To 5 Aint Cool To Do,
Da Pay They Pay You Da Day Is Unsuitable,
Dat′s Why Workin At A Job, I Refuse To Do,
For Real, But Da Media Be Confusin You,
Dey Said I Had Price On My Head,
Dem Niggaz Foolin You,
If I Had A Price On My Head,
I′d Put Twice Da Bread & They′ll Be Dead,
Dey Gon Shoot At Who?
I Got Da Loot To Get Plenty Niggaz To Shoot At You,
And I′ll Shoot It Too, But You Know Dem Lil Dudes′ll Do,
Dey Aint Sparkin Dey Barkin Just Like A Poodle Do,
And I Could Prove It Too Dat Da Problem Is Unsolutional.

[Hook: D.V. Alias Khryst {Maino} (Uncle Murda)]
We Send Em To The Wars Cause You Don′t Really Want No Problems With Us,
{We Hit Em Like...}
We Drag Em To The Back Of The Alley For Even Uttering Words About Us.
(We Hit Em Like...)
So Sorry′s Out Your Face, We Leanin But This Aint A Dance We Do,
{We Hit Em Like...}
[{Maino} (Uncle Murda)]
{You Get Em} (Yeah)
(I Split Em) {Yeah}
{I Twist Em} (Yeah)
(I Flip Em) {Yeah}
{You Lift Em} (Yeah)
{We Hit Em Like...}

[Outro:]
Now Dat Is How You Kill A Muthafucka (Ya Heard Hahaha)
I-I Like-I Like When A Bullet Go In A Muthafucka Head Man,
I Like Seeing A Nigga Bleed & Shit Man.
(Yeah Man) Dis Dat Shoot-Em-Up, Bang-Bang Shit Man,
Dis Aint None Of Dat Positive, Dis Is All Negative Rap Right Here Nigga Ya Heard.
(Brooklyn, Promoting Violence Nigga, Bed-Stuy, East New York)
Get Ya Gunz Up Niggaz (Yeah)
Cassidy, Wat Up?
Wats Going On Nigga?
Khryst, Wat Up Muthafucka?
(My Nigga Khryst On Da Hook) (Ya Heard)
Brooklyn (Maino) Uncle Murda
(We Doin Wat We Do My Nigga) Ya Heard
Bullshit Man (Yeah)

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

(feat. Rell)

[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game
When it′s gone come back, come back?
I′m gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that
Let′s move on

[Verse 1:]
Damn I used to love this rap shit
(I used loved it)
When it was on some gold robe, cane, gold hat shit
Now every rapper on some bust the gat shit
Cut that crack shit
Fuck that wack shit
Public Enemy was on some power to black shit
Rap cats need to get back on that shit
(real talk)
They need to try switchin they flows
Cause all of our women ain′t bitches and hoes
And er′y rapper out got a brick on the stove
And wrists all frooze, and whip on roads
To hear that, I can listen to Hov
You bullshittin then you gettin exposed

[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game
Whens it′s gone come back, come back?
I′m gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that
Let′s move on

[Verse 2:]
Yo what happened to the game?
All these niggas rappin the same and that′s lame
(that′s lame)
Cats hustlin, bustin they gat
Curtis Blow never talked about hustlin crack
(noooo)
Yo, Evrybody on the grind
But Run DMC never killed nobody in a rhyme
They wasn′t on that beef shit
And Melle Mel was the first one to talk that street shit
Ever since NWA came out
Cats turned gangsta and took that same rout
(man)
Ya hear that I could listen to Pac
You bullshitin the mission′ll stop

[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game
When it′s gone come back, come back
I′m gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that
Let′s move on

[Verse 3:]
I don′t even listen to rap now (nope)
It make my head hurt when I listen to cats now
It sound like they all rhymin in one booth
So take the industry n put them all in one group
Since they all on the same page
We should be able to boo them dudes off the same stage (boooo)
For real, I still love this rap shit
Even though the A wanna whip that snap shit
Even though the Bay wanna rip that hyphy
When I get on the mic niggas still gone like me
The head crack[? ], you can listen to me
You bullshitin you ain′t sicker than me

[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game
When it′s gone come back, come back?
I′m gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that
Let′s move on

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

(feat. Styles P, Swizz Beatz)

[Intro - Swizz Beatz]
Aooow! banger, let′s go
(Swizz, man) Styles P
(Oh, y′all ain′t know) Cassidy
Full Surface, listen it′s a rap for y′all, whooo!
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow!

[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade
The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg
Nigga I′m sicker then full-blown AIDS
And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age
You been afraid, you sweet like homemade
Lemonade, if it′s beef, then the chrome blaze
You could make the newspaper, get ya own page
And make the news too, you know how my dudes do
We wear masks so you can′t tell, who′s who
And for the cash, we′ll blast at you dudes too
Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right
I′m in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light
I′m comin for cash, gun in the dash
And I′m on 21 and a half′s (for real cannon)
I got my gat, I ain′t walkin without it
And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga

[Chorus - Cassidy + (Swizz Beatz)]
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It′s whatever motherfuckas, I ain′t scared)
(It′s whatever motherfuckas, I ain′t scared)
So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It′s whatever motherfuckas, I ain′t scared)
(It′s whatever motherfuckas, I ain′t scared)

[Verse 2 - Styles P.]
Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now
But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow
No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid
Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid
Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit
Organs on the floor of the van
Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man
Y′all wanna fly like Mike... motherfuckas
So they won′t find you, or your Jordans again
Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call
If you don′t have my money, in 24 hours
Then the cocksucka won′t see his daughter again
It′s like the movie that you seen, I′m the star of the screen
I got a roll for you to play... stand here
And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today
Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes
I′ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind
Shit my whole clique commit crimes
Did time, been on the strip and grip nines
But I swear to you motherfuckas
I got my gun right here, I ain′t scared of you motherfuckas
I′m a hustler, plus a check cutter
I stretch butter, in ?? X, now that′s gutter
I came for war, you know what them thangs is for
Slug make ya blood stain the floor
It ain′t a game no more, niggaz gon′ respect me
I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li
So don′t test me, or the boy S.P
Cause I ain′t tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee
You don′t impress me, STOP that cannon
Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

[Swizz Beats]
1-2 1-2.
I need all my real niggaz to stand up.
All you fake ass niggaz fall back.
It′s a problem.
Philly stand up!

[CHORUS (Swizz Beats) Cassidy]
(What′s ya name dog?) Cassidy
(Man, tell ′em again) Caissidy
(Man, where ya from?) Philly
(Talk to ′em talk to ′em) If ya ready to feel me
(Talk to′ em talk to ′em) Bottom line I′m a problem, y′all
(I tried to tell ′em, man) Bottom line I′m a problem, y′all
(I tried to tell ′em, man) The hood know I′m a problem, y′all
(I tried to tell ′em, man) The world know I′m a problem, y′all
(I tried to tell ′em, man)

[VERSE 1 (Swizz Beats)]
My name Cass and I′m ′bout my B-I
Niggaz wanna be me, yeah I can see why
Told y′all How I used to roll and see Clive
Hop off the G-4, hop in the G-5
But since niggaz wanna copy and be me
I′mma hop off the yacht then hop in the GT
Got niggaz in the hood knockin′ the CD
Wait ′till my face start poppin′ on TV
See the ladies give me top for cheapy
All they wanna do is just hop on the wee-wee
My rich chick′ll take a helicopter to see me
I pop Dominican and she′ll drop me a key free
I got a actress in L.A., doctor in DC
Even got a lawyer a cop in the DT
See I got money but I ain′t spendin′ it
I need a girl who got a job wit nice benefits
′Cuz honey bunch I ain′t wit the funny stuff
You ain′t gone fuck me to spend my money up
Nah, I can′t have it boo
But girl do what you do I ain′t mad at you
Nah, ′cuz I got since to know
That I ain′t gone get pimped, I′mma pimp a hoe
Ayyo, get money nigga fuck the fame
(The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!)

[CHORUS (Swizz Beats)]
Cassidy! (Man, tell ′em again)
Cassidy! (Man, where ya from?)
Philly (Talk to ′em, talk to ′em)
If ya ready to feel me (Talk to′ em talk to ′em)
Bottom line I′m a problem, y′all (I tried to tell ′em, man)
Bottom line I′m a problem, y′all (I tried to tell ′em, man)
The hood know I′m a problem, y′all (I tried to tell ′em, man)
The world know I′m a problem, y′all (Hold on, I tried to tell ′em, man!)

[VERSE 2]
Ayyo, guess what happened, guess what happened?
I was on the radio and yo, guess what happened?
I′m sittin′ there starin′ in this DJ face
And all he askin′ me about is the Freeway tape
I′m like, "If I ain′t right you can say I′m wrong
But Mr. DJ can you play my song?"
Please, play somethin′ that′s good for the air
Please, play somethin′ that the hood wanna hear
So when the radio go to put that trash on
Call ′em up and say, "Put that Cass on!"
And I ain′t pissin′ nobody
But if every rapper died I wouldn′t be missin′ nobody
′Specially if it ain′t Styles, ′Kiss or nobody
Busta, Nore, Swizz or nobody
If it ain′t Drag, Kim or Fat Joe
I could care less if a cat gotta lay on his back, yo
So, I don′t owe y′all niggaz
And y′all might be aight but I don′t know y′all niggaz
I mean, it′s a couple other niggaz that I′ve met
With the FS on my chest without press
I got love for Snoop, Puff and Wyclef
And my niggaz Esco, so let′s go, yo
Get money nigga, fuck the fame
(The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!)

[CHORUS 2x (Swizz Beats)]
Cassidy! (Man, tell ′em again)
Cassidy! (Man, where ya from?)
Philly (Talk to ′em, talk to ′em)
If ya ready to feel me (Talk to′ em talk to ′em)
Bottom line I′m a problem, y′all (I tried to tell ′em, man)
Bottom line I′m a problem, y′all (I tried to tell ′em, man)
The hood know I′m a problem, y′all (I tried to tell ′em, man)

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

Yo wassup you know who it is
Cass the kid Cassidy and im
here to talk real to you unlike
these other mcs check it out

yo Im the realest cat you done ever met so when i get a check
for this next album thats out
yall one really find out what the
problems about yeah i still got
problems about but nothing im
not used to mad cuz i do it
better then you do shoot
compared to me your stuff sound
boo boo And i done matered my
craft both rap and blastin the mac
aint no actin in Cass im as real
as can be and all the real cats
out there feel me so you gone have to kill me to make me quit
talkin about it you aint hard you
just the one barkin the loudest
you starvin to have it thats what
i got cuz see the market is madness and cats like me are
hard to find but to me it comes
easy it aint hard to rhyme
i done had my share of hard times
but now its time to shine cuz
its my time in the limelight
and it sure does shine bright
you know the rhyme tight
and you know the others cant
compete so who ever feel me
come stand wit me cuz im gone
straight to the top and on my
way to the top i know the
hatin wont stop but i dont care
cuz i know my hearts blessed
and i got a hard head and if i dont make it this time ill just start fresh

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

[Da Hustla:]
Yea, You just a Performer, I was on the corner grindin the packet,
I′m a Ryder, If there′s drama, I′m Palmin the Ratchet
And You could find me In traffic, I′m in the streets,
10 Years ago I was Movin like 10 a Week,
You just a family man, Tryin settle down,
You on parole, So you scared to hold the metal now,
You moved away from the hood, I′m in the ghetto now,
Yea, I grip pipes, I jus like how the metal sound,
I got the metal now, Nigga, I ain′t never scared,
How the Fuck You run Philly and You ain′t never there,
And I ain′t never feared nuttin but god,
You went to jail, came home and ain′t do nuttin but Hide,
But Fuck it, I′m a Ride, I Mite startin sparkin the H,
I send rap Cats to God like Mase,
And like the car accident, I′ll put another scar on your face,
But when the 5 Clap, You ain′t gone Survive that!

[BARS:]
Oh, You ruthless? The record I′m a Hustla Stupid,
Cause Jay Made more off the record than You Did,
And Swizz made more off the record than You Did,
So You did somethin for nuthin you doofus,
I′m to sick for, any nigga with 2 lips,
And 1 tongue in his mouth, I talk to slick,
You only got a few hits and a couple fans,
And I could probly get you bodied for a couple grand,
I caught a murder, attempts I had a couple man,
But I could knuckle man, and knock you out with a couple hands,
Every bar I spit raw like a couple grams,
You the Hustla, But I′ll show you how to hustle man!

[Da Hustla:]
Look, I′m a Give this guy an aplause,
But It′s alota lies in alot of his BARS,
Cause I′m a hustla, I sold Pies of the Raw,
Plus, the hustla gon ride if it′s war,
But You the type of boy that′ll hide if it′s war,
You the type′a boy that never come outside if it′s war,
So, you a nut to me, You know you can′t fuck with me,
And BARS you was locked up on protective custody,
You like my son, but I don′t want custody!
You a mut to me, I′m a Pit, And You a pup to me,
You in the street cause you beat the case luckily!
But You ain′t tough as me,
I′ll burn You like a dutch-a-tree!

[BARS:]
You a snitch, You a rat, You a sing, You′ll hold the note,
I sold the coke, or smoke weed till I′m comatose,
I live by the rules, I was schooled by the older folks,
I was showed the ropes by the cats that was holdin toast,
Lords knows even goons get the holy ghost,
Yea, I believe in christ but I′ll still squeeze a pipe,
And I don′t even need to write, Or switch the flow,
You niggas know I ain′t MURDA FLUKE or Cysi-Ro!
I′m way sicker yo, So who ever supposed to be nice get 2 choices, the toast or the knife!
And if you think you a hustler, then You the one smokin the pipe, Cause you ain′t never sold no coke
in you life, Trust me!
You must be given money away if you got 20 strips all doin 20 a day!
Cause You ain′t worth shit, You went gold on your first disc,
And I′m a Hustla sold less then your first shit!

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

[Bell rings, door opens]...

[Arab Man singing]...

[Cassidy]
Aye yo my man,
My man

[Arab Man]
1 second, 1 second,
Iss my part, iss my part of the
Song,
1 sec

[Cassidy]
Yo come on man,
I′m gunna late man,

[Arab Man]
Why you beeing disrespectful,
Why you come in my store,
You dont ring my bell,
([Cassidy:] Dog,dog,dog)
You dont wipe your feet on the carpet,
What the fuck,
Mine, see my rug, rub,

[Cassidy]
Fall back,
Fall back,
I need a chicken cheese steak man,

[Arab Man]
I dont have chicken any cheese what, ([Cassidy:] dog)
Number 1 five,
What the combo,
What do you want,
The special or the moovle,

[Cassidy]
I dont know what number it is man,
Chicken cheese steak man,
([Arab Man:] i have 1,2,3)
Chicken Cheese steak man,
Salt, pepper, ketchup, mayonaise,
And fried onions,
([Arab Man:] i dont have eggs, and and)
Throw some cheese fries in there
Too man,

[Arab: talkin gibberish]
1 second

[Cassidy:]
Throw some cheese fries in there too

[Arab:]
Okay, 1 second
[singing]

[Cassidy:] HURRY UP!!

[Arab:] I′m done as quick as this

[Cassidy:] What the fuck is this?!

[Arab:] Thats my special philly cheese steak for the for the man

[Cassidy:] dog this aint no philly cheese steak man

[Arab:] this is for the hood, i make this for the hood

[Cassidy:] this aint no philly cheese steak,
Dog you aint even from Philly,

[Arab:] Where the fuck are you from, i′m from here,

[Cassidy:] Nigga i′m from philly nigga, where the fuck are you form?!

[Arab: (teasing)]

[Cassidy:] Well I′m kell pipe nigga

[Arab:] Nigga i got pipes too, fuck

[Cassidy:] fuck is this shit?

[Arab:] i′m from philly so you dont like it then go home, thats where my steaks is from

[Cassidy:] what the fuck is wrong wit u man?!

[Arab:] next time, just take it easy, and ordee the combo!!

@ Cassidy