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Look, I've been a threat, but now I record and they send a check Man I stash half the cash then spend the rest And I woulda been broke like ya'll fighting invests We both got ice and cars, but I ain't in debt A lot of vets need to give rhyming a rest Ya'll sound like has-beens, and I ain't impressed I'm dying to bet, you feel as though I ain't the best Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct, they call me Doc I'll give you dog shots, but I ain't the vet And I got dough so I ain't upset I threw the drop on, Michael J's in the top gone The inside's butter like microwave popcorn Stop drawing, it's gonna be hard to move me, Swiss the monster, he can star in a horror movie And usually, I click fast and bang your bitch ass Ain't nothing changed I got 'caine for the quick cash The change I whipped past, aim and bl-id-ast The kid Cass got the game on sm-id-ash Slang the st-id-ash, I'm trying to stack money high Gimme money 'til I die, gimme 25 Man I might not be alive when I'm 25 That's why I carry two .9's and a 25 To sell twenties, that will get you dummy high I bagged in the 125 on 25's It's the 20's on the 5, my coochie rate skyrocketing Look ock I'm a pimp that's why I copped your chick Letras de cancionesSis got the "it", now she tryna cop me in She should stop giving her? to go shopping with Popping ish, you might get you deserved it But it happened, be happy she ain't get you murdered I'm a straight cannon, and I'm getting the cake cannon I be outta state tanning, eatin on baked salmon I'm straight scrambling, tryna sell a gram of yay But your strip only get a grand a day And it's 10 of ya'll on it, but 10 of ya'll doin' it So you don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy Be on the corner for a hundred hours Sell another gram of coke, and only gunna get a hundred dollars You could probably get some money if you come and holla Cause I got haze, and I cop K's So my block made heavy money My weed fluffy, and got read hair like Peggy Bundy I got 20's, come cop from the house Cause the green, you got garbage like Oscar the Grouch I got more chains than you got in my couch And the next cat scream my name gonna get shot in the mouth I got that "yo" on the stroll and a whole notebook of raps Every bar raw, when I write it's like cooking crack I gotta mean street team that be pushing packs I'm getting gravy like the 80's, I took it back I watch niggas on the block get shook and racked See niggas serve the wrong fiend, they get booked for that I watch niggas try to floss and get took for that So between the drawers and jeans where I put the gats Neak keep the peace, and you know Mook a clap The last cat that slept on Cass, he took a nap You cats will go "night-night" for the right price So I suggest you show respect if you like life Cause the white is how I made loochie Them big rocks got em like Chris Rock when he played Pookie The strip pop and I ride for cash And you softer than a toddler's ass You can ask any cat that was on the strip with me If I flipped the key and I had Christmas tree Man Cass sold more bags than Lipton Tea And I had chicks trick for me, cause I'm a pimp My watch I gotta squint at my wrist to see What time it is, and my hip where the llama is I look at ya'll cats checks like where the commas is? Fish tanks in the headrests, where the piranha's is Cause when it pass, when Cass come spend it past You know I'm going slow, but my rims is spinning fast I'm in a class by myself you niggas ass You did it in the past, but now you nigggas trash And my flow's pathetic, yeah I'm so poetic Even though I don't get my credit, but it's? Everything I spit sick, like my throat infected I'm the illest nigga out and I ain't sold a record But you know I'm gonna blow cause I'm so connected Swiss gonna produce, Jay gonna promote the record Who hard as me, I did a song with R, but I ain't on no R&B stuff I ain't no pretender, ya'll ain't remember the free stuff And that'll happen to a nigga acting like he tough I spit toxic waste so talk slick And get your face sliced like a chocolate cake My name Cassidy, I'm off the heezy man I get so slick and greezy man All my strips pop like a greasy pan Cut shit, throw short, like easy man Believe me, you need to come see me man My coke make smokers have a seizure man A chick will see my hand and leave her man Gimme the keys to her beamer like I'm Beenie Man You see me man, I'm a handsome boy I make a? on my car while I dance some more I be glancing at ya'll with your? on But pink panther snoopy's on I just put all my jewelry on My diamonds, my rubies on Shining off the light, it looks like a got a cuggi Roof on the coupe is gone, and snoop is on You niggas is simply dummies Ya'll on the block with empty tummies and not tryin to get this money I just got a watch, niggas tryin to get this from me Oh the coupe dropped shit, a nigga clumsy Chickens want me, and they not tryin to here "no" Yeah I'm tryin to pop but I'm not tryin hear dough Come over here yo, come on don't be scared yo I'll I'm tryin to do is get brain like a scarecrow I'm Wizard of Oz, look I don't be lying A lot of ya'll need courage like the cowardly lion All this powder I'm buying a could make a brick road And my neck gold's the size of Swizz nose But that's getting old we gonna bring it up to date Niggas no that I? I'm a grown ass man I don't play with kids I'll spray the lead and rip you apart like a Mr. Potatohead I bought the Bentley GT and it's tomato red Cause I sling butter the color of potato bread I grind for mine, dime for dime Cats hatin but they know my rhymes line for line They try and perpetrate, how you gonna hate and you a fan Man my strip popping like bacon in a pan My lil mans will take them grams and walk to Brooklyn For the cake, but they ain't Making the Band I'll put 10 on my wrist put 8 on my hand About 80 on my neck cause I be sraping the pan I'll take a trip, I'm back with a tan I'm with a diva, sipping margaritas with my back in the sand Or I'm on a yacht getting my cock wet from a Chinese freak Trying to eat beef, ock with some chop sticks Just got the hard top and I ain't got a car shop I just hit Swizz on the phone, he on the car lot I'm a star ock, got love for the game But I'm still a thug mayne, put a slug in your brain And put blood stains on your Timbs So when the clip blow, get low like the Ying Yang Twins Oh yes? on the windows, in the wall I'm in it 'til the end yeah win lose or draw My name Cassidy I know u remember me man I hold twin revolvers like I'm Yoesimite sam I ride with da four five but I don't drive an infiniti man I'm dat guy you pretend to be man That's why when u take a shot It's not gon be hennessy man I drop plots on my enemie man, blam I can't let it slide and ride around petrified Let em decide when dey gon try come test da odds Fuck dat man I make da gat excercise And u could be nex to die u better recogize U get done for, chump if you want war It's nuffin cause u ain't even fukin with my young boys O u got domb rhymes I got done more I'm sick with it, man I spit it till my tongue soar Yea you might of done crimes but I've done more My bedroom closet, remind u of a gun store See I'm da one u run from, not come for Cause pretty u can get da whole clip plus one more U ain't neva slung raw with ya fake ass I was burning my bags determined to make cash And if the tables start turning I'm a take cash U better try to find a teflon face mask My mom said calm down u ain't safe Cass And I ain't tryin see u at ya wake or upstate Cass So I fell back, tried not to sell crack Tried not to seel keys, man I didn't even sell trees Yea I chilled but I was still gettin bread cause I did credit card scams with dis chicken head I'm a be a hustla, until I'm sick or dead But for my mom sake I had to let da grind wait I was young at the time, I had to get my mind straight I like to rhyme and got nice like n 98 I started gettin props, started gettin ish on lock Dis was right after BIG died and I was missin Pac Listen oc, I was really on cash I was only fifteen and had philly on smash For real, I still got philly on smash I mean deys some hot niggas but I'm still da top nigga And I stll a block nigga so my money hungry And I pop niggas dat try to take money from me See your money funny, And I don't joke alot I cop 20 after 20 cause I smoke alot I got an herb problem I put a single out and I'm startin on my third album So I bet u on my dick fam Cause I met ya CEO and He said Yo I'm a big fan I'm a big man crammed in a skinny body And with da minnie shotty, I'll jam anybody Cause I don't feel none of ya'll And with da raps or da gats I'll fuking kill one of ya'll Awe, Ya'll already Know I got my hand on my hammer mind on my cake Cause I grind for the cake I do crimes for the cake I could do the time but I ain't tryin cetch a Case I got da gun with me, but u would get a 150 I keep da nine on my waiste Take out a knife and put a nike sign on ya face Wait, I put in time for the cake Dats why I'm grateful for every dime dat I make I got signed now dimes climbing to skate Cause my pockets Puffy and it remind dem of Mace Wait I'm a bad boy, get trash bags full of cash boy I'm in a Vanquish not a Jag boy Why u mad boy, cause u ketch cabs boy And u gettin paid less paper den my bag boy Yous a hater dats sad boy Cause your mom even like me, I might be ya dad boy U a mess stop, I know u upset oc but u better watch how u talkin to ya Step Pop Watch I'm gon be goin into ya fridge And walk around with my boxers on ya krib kid From Letras Mania