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Текст песни:

[Jazze Pha]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful

1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Full Surface)
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(Cassidy)
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(Jazze Fezzay Leezay)
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(Swiss Beats)

[Chorus]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!)
And ya shinin′ (Shinin′ like lipstick!)

[Jazze Pha + (Female)]
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin′ (Shinin′ like chrome rims!)

[Cassidy]
Im shinin′, doin it big
I spend more time in the club, then I do in my crib
The kid is a ladies man, but I get called shady
′Cause im alot of ladies man
And I can′t be commited to nothin, I hit it and run
With my hand glitter, and I get it and come
I floss on a chick, put the frost on her wrist
My diamonds shinin′ like the gloss on her lips
This Frankie B, thanks to me
When we get to the bar, all drinks is free
I own the party, ′cause I chrome the Farrari Maranello, in this canary yellow

[Chorus]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!)
And ya shinin′ (Shinin′ like lipstick!)

[Jazze Pha + (Female)]
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin′ (Shinin′ like chrome rims!)

[Cassidy]
To all my chicks thats strippin, makin the cash
Thats beautiful, keep on shakin ya ass
Even though you get naked, and you takin it off
You be rakin in the cake, when they be breakin you off (PUNKS!)
Now where are all my girls in school?, You will lose in this world if ya girl a fool
You need brain in ya life, some change in ya life, some cognac and champagne in ya life
Or you might need a working lady
You go girl!, twist and twirl twerk it baby (LADIES!)
We all gone shine tonight, get blind and have a good time tonight, tonight!

[Chorus]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!)
And ya shinin′ (Shinin′ like lipstick!)

[Jazze Pha + (Female)]
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin′ (Shinin′ like chrome rims!)

[Cassidy]
Its full surface, betta notice the name
You can′t help but to notice the chain, Ching! Ching! (Bling Bling)
In my fist it bling, I just gave a chick cold sore when she kissed the ring, sing
I got girls all around the world, Dog i′ll hit i′ll get around ya girl
Don′t take it personal though
′Cause i′ll look good, and im good person to know
So Pop ya bottles pop ya E′s, and I got the dutches got the trees
The kid, get his jig on bumpin and grindin′
And I hit the hotel, with a slut and a condom

[Chorus]
To my supa fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!) (Come on ya′ll)
And ya shinin′ (Shinin′ like lipstick!)

[Jazze Pha + (Female)]
To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

(feat. Mashonda)

(Swizz Beatz)
Ladies and gentlemen!

(Cassidy)
Okay!
How you doin′ ma, this ya′ song ma!
Yea c′mon ma, this ya′ song ma!
We can get it on ma, this ya song ma!
This ya song ma, this ya song

(Verse 1)
How ya doin ma, yea come here, where you goin ma, what up
You in a rush? What′s goin′ on ma?
You can keep goin′ ma but in this cold world
You gon′ need a man this thorough to keep you warm ma
You and me? We can take this world by storm ma
So let me have ya math and then I′m gone ma
I′m havin′ an afterparty later on ma
So you should cancel whatever you was doin′ ma
We can get a ′telly and visit and get it on ma
You wid′it, I hit it ′til 6 in the morn′ ma
You ain′t hear the song ma? Yea I′m a don ma
So if you ridin′ with a playa then c′mon ma

(Bridge - Cassidy & {Mashonda})
How you doin′ ma {Oh}
This ya′ song ma {Yea}
Yea c′mon ma {Oh}
This ya′ song ma {Yea}
We can get it on ma {Oh}
This ya song ma {Yea}
This ya song ma {Yea}
This ya song {Yea}
Scream at ′em {Yea}

(Chorus - Mashonda & {Cassidy})
Me and you {It don′t get no betta}
But we can do it all {It don′t get no betta}
Our love {It don′t get no betta}
Cause you remind me of the first time

(Verse 2)
You know what you remind me of?
The sun that shines above, I think I′m in love
Cause everytime I look in your eyes
They be dumb bright like the sunlight when I look in the sky
And you always look fly, you stay wit′ the mean outfit
And got shoes they ain′t even come out wit′
Always got ya nails done, always got ya self fixed
You′re the type of chick I can see me goin out wit′
And I ain′t knockin′ ya hustle
But you should be somebody wifey, icey with a rock on your knuckle
And we′ll look hot as a couple
Cause you shaped so beautifully and you almost cute as me

(Repeat Bridge)
(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Mm mm mm, wit′ ya sexy self
Go to my hotel and undress yourself
And after we have sex, don′t stress yourself
I′ll still respect you, if you respect yourself
Girl, it′s whatever, I get the chedda
When we get together, it don′t get no betta
And you can see I′m donnin′ cause my arm on chill
It look like I spilled freon on it
I made hella paper on the block
That′s why I′m ′bout to put a 3-storee elevator in my yahct
They gon′ keep hatin′ it boo
But keep holdin′ me down strong, this song′s dedicated to you

(Repeat Bridge)
(Repeat Chorus)

(Mashonda & {Cassidy})
Baby I can′t deny that I′m feeling you
The way that you look and the things you do
No it...{It don′t get no betta}
No it...{It don′t get no betta}
Baby it don′t {Don′t get no betta)
No oh, it don′t get no betta

(Repeat Bridge)
(Repeat Chorus)

Oh oh oh, we got another one, Full Surface!
I go by the name Cassidy man, the Problem
You dealin′ wit′ the best, me and Mashonda

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

It’s a real bad time for black celebrities, they lockin everybody up:

Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, R. Kelly, OJ Simpson, Mike Tyson,
Kobe Bryant, Jay-Z, Mystikal, P. Diddy, Allen Iverson, Snoop Dogg, DMX,
Styles P, Shine, Beanie Segal, Lil’ Kim.

[Hook:]
Is it because I’m Black
Is it because I’m Black

When you black you got to hustle, got to struggle and strive.
And not every cat that goes through that struggle survive.
But he got to stay stronger and keep the struggle alive.
They say the struggle died, I say the struggle revived.
My profession is going through oppression.
That’s why I’m so stressed and Im working with no rest,
and no question ima fight for yall cause I don’t like it yall,
we make half as much as them, we workin twice as hard yall.
It aint fair sometimes you seein heaven signs, I aint Pharaohcon
But I got knowledge and I’m sharing mines. I swear its time to
be aware that they fear you mind, and they fear your heart. You
want to change heres the start. I’m tired of watching cops outline
my peers and yall, I’m trying to make a move, I’m not trying to make
the news. They say the consequences worst when we break the
rules. To get back and right you got to make a sacrifice.

[Hook:]
Is it because I’m Black
Is it because I’m Black

We got some problems we need solve, heres our chance to get them handle.
Just take the boycott in Alabama for example. They stop ridin the bus till they
address their affairs. And they ended segregation in less then a year. So imagine
what our status if we made a contribution, we’ll probably be able to change the
constitution. I cant see no other kind of solution we deserve our reparation, its
time for a revolutions. I’m a step ahead of Satan, I read it in Revelation. Forget
your reputation, lets make it a better nation, cause they trying to cage us in,
make us slaves again, eventually its meant to be the new plantation, the penitentiary.
For centuries they had a plan we let them executed, everyday another brother getting
executed. And all our artist getting arrested I aspect improvement. It’s a message
in the music, I suggest you use it.

[Hook:]
Somebody tell me what can I do.
Will I survive or will I die

On the streets its hard to survive.
Why, is it because I’m black,
Hot Shot got rock, I cant bring my cousin back.
Five-hundred thousand sold, gold, yeah it wasn’t platinum,
but Clyde gave me another try, cause I wasn’t whack.
And now im buzzin back, yeah I got my budget back.
Renegotiating got a mil to do a dozen tracks.
Yea I’m eatin only reason is because I rap, my homies eatin only reason is because of crack.
They cant get a job so them niggas quick to rob, quick to steal,
quick to kill, grip the steal, quick to ride.
Malcolm X, Martin Luther King we cant forget them guys.
These politician, hypocrites they got us hypnotize.
That why I kiss rick, why, we got to lift our eyes.
Cause if we keep’em close they just goin keep control.
And hold our sisters and brothers in the pen and we was born guilty
cause the color of our skin

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

(Cassidy and Raekwon talking over the phone)

(Raekwon)-yo cass what up son
(Cass)-whats goin on playboy, how it looking over there
-You know I got me a good one and all that
-Ohh ok ok
-You know I got me something lovely too you know how we do
-You know how we like em super official
-All day if it aint official I aint fucking with it
-Thats rite son
-Yeah hahh lets do this

(Mashonda singing hook)
So many nights I felt like crying, cant get you off my mind,
All this time I felt like dying, your so hard to find
So I, gotta move on,
Guess I, gotta stay strong,
And I, gotta keep it goin, so long, so long

(Cassidy)
Its usually the beauty that attracts me,
But perhaps she was the rite person,
Her personality made me happy,
And thats why I pursued her,
Im a dude that makes manuvers,
If I chose her than shes whipped cuz my dick as long as a ruler,
She may be kind of crazy,
Its cool as long as I school her,
Im smooth as grand puba and I can charm a computer,
For us to conversate all it takes to make an impression,
Like a teacher lecturing,
When I speak, she taking lessons,
But every time we argue and fight I feel like Im dying,
I feel like crying,
To tell you the truth you feel like Im lying,
But Ima move longer and stronger as ever without you,
I could do better, but I could never forget about you girl

Mashonda singing hook

(Raekwon)
Ay yo, I laced you with the girl braclets when you were young,
Doing your thing you want the M5 I buy you the buinesses,
Queen of the temple with the scent of a lemon,
All of the linnen,
Shit at the time Im just reserving your ?melon?
With all that long hair,
Sexy wear, Walk in your von gear,
We at the palm, you all up under my arm wear,
We shopping, embracing you with locks and glocks,
And tims, flying from Africa yo back to the block,
You just a siddolger, thats why your ones is ozzed up,
Cuz when I needed you, you never get frozzed up,
A laced out lady with taste,
I gotta just kiss your face,
Keep your nigga grounded, these are the brakes, one..

Mashonda singing hook

(Cassidy)
Without us being close its depressing,
They say nobody perfect,
But honey-roasted complection is close to perfection,
Plus she gotta body that could prolly turn a gay man straight,
To stay in shape mammi started taking karate,
So while she get it in the gym running the treadmill,
Im running from feds still,
Keep one in the head still,
I be remenicen boo,
Missing you, thats being real
Cuz you nice in the bed and you nice with the head skills,
You awfly fine,
I cant get you off my mind,
I aint frontin yeah I lost it dime,
But you crossed the line and ain′t follow directions,
You gone, getting back togethers out of the question,
I moved on.........

Mashonda singing hook then fade

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

[Cassidy]
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!!!!

[Verse 1]
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

[Hook-Swizz Beats]
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
Get ′em Cass

[Verse 2]
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

[Hook-Swizz Beats]
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
Get ′em Cass

[Verse 3]
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

[Hook-Swizz Beats]
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

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

[Announcer]
Ladies And Gentleman
I′d like to welcome y′all here tonight
You all are about to witness
One of the greatest battle to ever go down in hip-hop
In this corner
I′d like to introduce Cassidy the Problem

[Cass the Problem]
It′s the problem bitch

[A] And in that corner is Cassidy the Hustla

[Cass the Hustla]
It′s the hustler ask about me

[Announcer]
Battler to the center of the ring
I want a nice clean battle I don′t want you spittin
none of that shit you was spittin last week last month
I want it off the top of the head
I don′t want your mom ad-libbing your shit
I don′t want your man ad-libbing your shit
Touch mics let′s go

[Cass the Problem]
I′m in the zone boy and I got the chrome boy
I′ll have blood gushing out your dome on your homeboy
I′m a threat see you should of left me alone boy
I′m real to the chromosome you a clone boy
Chicks get bone I′m know for getting dome boy
Probably got your baby moms number in my phone boy
And if I hittin the click up dick sucks
Had your bitch in the telly throwin her ′SIX" up
Yea we made her lick nuts then hop on the 6 bus
After this over than they gon try say this was fixed up
They gon be like he cheated that′s why he beated
I′ve been in wild battles and won I′m undefeated
The punch lines that I put in the streets
Even made freeway say "Put on a beat"
Only the strong pre-vail I know but a shell
Make him yell like hoes when I perfom hotel

[Cass the Problem]
What?! I told you this nigga wasn′t fuckin with me you can′t be serious

[Announcer]
Whoa whoa whoa break it up break it up battlers back to your corner

[Corner Man]
Look kid I told you this shit wasn′t gonna be easy

[Cass the Hustla]
It′s ain′t gonna be hard

[Corner Man]
I told you this kid was a problem he not fuckin with you though

[Cass the Hustla]
He ain′t no problem

[Corner Man]
I need you to get in there hit ′em with those punch lines, those metaphors
You gotta make sure your flow your delivery
You gotta make sure all that′s on point
Hurt his feelings, bite his head off

[Cass the Hustla]
Listen to this all that lip will get you and your man bodied
I′m the man you a bitch in a man′s body
You a disgrace who wrote your shit? Mase?
Your album wasn′t nothing like the shit on the mixtapes
First you was hustling bustin them shells
Then you went commercial to get a couple of sells
That′s what you got a couple of sells
And you probably wouldn′t of sold loads if wasn′t for Kels
Well you was crazy man with the punch line flow
But now you the ladies man where the punch lines go
Yo it don′t get no better
You was smiling chi-town stepping but ain′t get no cheddar
If you a star I′m a galaxy nigga
One verse′ll merk all your personalities nigga
You garbage and ain′t nothing trash about me
I′M THE HUSTLER MUTHAFUCKER ASK ABOUT ME... ASK ABOUT ME PUSSY

[Announcer]
Oh shit break it up break it up back to your corners
This the last round I want y′all to both spit eight bars a piece
No more than eight bars
Cassidy.. the Problem I want you to go first
Then Cassidy the Hustla I want you to go next
You Ready? GET IN

[Cass the Problem]
I got shit on lock
Like I′m constipated you will get abominated
I ain′t lyricist of the year but I was nominated
Where your strip at you ain′t hustling nigga
That track would have been wack if it wasn′t for Jigga
I′m a ladies man chicks loving a nigga
But I′ll still put a slug in a nigga BRAAT
Real funny I went gold but get money on the road
And I own a hundred percent of my publishing nigga

[Announcer]
Ok ok ok that′s it that′s it
Cassidy the hustler you ready?
It′s your turn eight bars... let′s go

[Cass the Hustla]
You don′t really want the drama nigga
You′ll take more shots in your face then Madonna nigga
You get eight I′m like dime a nigga
You don′t battle you make songs for the chicks like Mashonda nigga
The best is me I got stripes like a referee
And coke comin on boats like a refugee
You should switch flow nigga your shits gold
When I drop I′ma shit more than your shit sold NIGGA

[Announcer]
That′s it that′s it it′s over it′s over we have a winner
The new heavyweight freestyle champion of the world
Cassidy the Hustla

[Cass the Hustla]
Geah it is what it is don′t act surprise

[Announcer]
Okay kid what are you planning to do after this victory

[Cass the Hustla]
I mean you know keep getting money keep hustling keep doing what I do

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

(feat. Fabolous, Lil Wayne)

[Cassidy speaks in the beginning and between each verse]

[Cassidy]
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!

[Lil Wayne]
Hit me!
Front that shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide
I′ve come to take outside, nah do it right here
Hop out later owning on everybody′s home that you fuckin with
Wheezy 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 sliding out I′m flyer than the whip
Yeah, 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 running like Mertz, uh
Word up, eagle street I′m throwing my curve up
We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbert
I got flow I′m like "Sure" but, if it′s about dough I′m like "Sure ′nuff"
I′m from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you niggaz bird lunch
I see your lips moving but I ain′t heard much
You see the wirst moving, it look like pure punch
I 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 syrup
And 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 summers
I got vicadens, valiums I ain′t stopping
Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin
And that′s how we rocking
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
I leave the begging ungh!

[Cassidy]
That′s what I′m talking about
Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know why they ain′t fuckin with you

[Fabolous]
Your goddamn right I′m feeling myself
A chauffeur no sir, I′m wheeling myself
Looking for a chick chilling for self
So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killing herself
I′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 shelf
I 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 look
The 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 on
I 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 wanting me to put the pot in malls
But 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 quoting my lines
I don′t jump ship I keep floating in mine
Long as I keep toting I′m fine
I′mma have these dick sucking niggaz deep-throating the nine
I jumped in the English ship, Benzed whip
It′s Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip
I′m reading scripts no, not the penmanship (no)
The box-office shit (yeah), I box off this bitch (yeah)
Jessica 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 front
I′m in the top position, I can make you a proposition
I′m in the hard top waiting on the drop edition
To hell with the patience
I′mma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations

[Cassidy]
Yeah it is what it is, 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 in the game, the game′s stressing me y′all
All they do is complain what they expect from me y′all
From the hood to Hollywood they respecting me y′all
And even overseas they accepting me y′all
All the ladies show me love, the thugs repping me y′all
I get a lot of dirty money so respect me or fall
But I′m saving all my checks, I′m investing ′em all
They 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′all
At the shows all the hoes be molesting me y′all
I got broads crying trying to get next to me y′all
I got broads craving begging to have sex with me y′all
Screaming, "Cash you don′t know how sexy you are!"
And I′m happy I′m alive, God′s blessing me y′all
And all the problems that arrive is God testing me y′all
So I pray everyday but I ain′t praying too much
Cause I be sinning everyday so I ain′t praying enough
And 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 saying too much and that′s that
Cause that cat you embracing 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 rope
Burn 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 blink
As soon as your eyes shut, them niggaz will ride up
And the guys that you trusted be getting 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 squeeze
But 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 busting
Ooh, ah, you′ll be laying on the ground suffering
Clowning′s nothing to pull out and blast you
I try to only resort to violence if I have to
But man niggaz out here are playing fair
So before the odds are even I′m leaving them laying there
And I ain′t even playing 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 trying to play that thug role I′ll stomp a mud hole in your ass
And this Cass, nigga I′m that sick

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

[Swizz Beats]
Turn it up so they can hear this.
It′s Full Surface, y′all.
Cassidy c′mon!
I said...It′s Full Surface, y′all.
Cassidy, c′mon!

[VERSE 1]
These niggaz wanna act like Cass, wanna stack like Cass
Wanna copy my gear, wear they hat like Cass
Then they try to spit it on a track like Cass
But niggaz hear the track and say, ("That′s not Cass!")
Cats don′t be clappin′ wit the gat like cass
One shell′ll make back crack like crabs
Ya flow played out, you been wack like plaid
I peel bills and they come back like scabs
The hoes know won′t nobody mack like Cass
Lay the pipe and hit it from the back like Cass
The chain hang, diamonds in that like glass
This crap life switched to the rap life fast

[CHORUS 2x]
From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I′m husslin′ (All night long!)
I′m husslin′ (To the break of dawn!)
Come on!

[VERSE 2]
These niggaz wanna shop like Cass, play the block like Cass
Wanna copy my flow so they hot like Cass
Niggaz try and get it on lock like Cass
But niggaz hear ya shit and say, ("That′s not Cass!")
You don′t take bullets out the box like Cass
Load guns that hold a hundred shots like Cass
Roll like Cass, stroll like Cass
Got the blimp that be pimpin′ all the hoes like Cass
Niggaz don′t be sittin′ in the Rov like Cass
Wit the Rolls gold, got they wrist froze like Cass
Who can play the strip and get it sold like Cass
This rap life done switched to my old life fast

[CHORUS 2x]
From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I′m husslin′ (All night long!)
I′m husslin′ (To the break of dawn!)
Come on!

[VERSE 3]
These niggaz want a brick like Cass to get rich like Cass
Put a bunch of punch lines in they shit like Cass
It′s a million niggaz tryna spit like Cass
But niggaz hear they shit and say, ("That′s not Cass!")
I get mad when try and bees like this
And dudes that produce try and bees like Swizz
They hit the keys on the MP′s like Swizz
But when the beat play I say, "He′s not Swizz!"
Y′all niggaz just can′t shine like us
We put in time, niggaz ain′t grind like us
Name two niggaz you could find like us
Wit the hard beats and the hard rhymes like us

[CHORUS 2x]
From the block to the studio back to the block
Yeah I rap over packs on the block
I′m husslin′ (All night long!)
I′m husslin′ (To the break of dawn!)

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

[Swizz Beats]
Let′s go round and round the world, Cass
Round and round the world. Cassidy Tha Problem
You are now in zone of Philly′s own...Cassidy

[VERSE 1 (Swizz Beats)]
Cassidy I′m gone ball right
I deal wit the raw get it alright
And my chicks get it hard, get it all night
So ladies if you wit me say alright (Alright) say alright
This for my hood mamis
Y′all hard to be trust but what′s good mami
I would grip you up if I could mami
′Cuz you ain′t gettin′ fucked like you should mami
And that ain′t good mami
This for the black ladies
We gotta love the mothers of the black babies
′Cuz if we don′t do that then it′s a wrap baby
So if you from the gutter where you at baby (Oh yeah) where you at baby
This for the white women
The Spanish, Asian and all type women
I got love for my striaght and my dike women
No matter what you like it′s alright women (Alright) it′s alright women
It′s alright

[CHORUS 2x (Swizz Beats)]
To my ladies around the world, world
To my thugs around the world, world
I do this around the world, world
You can′t miss me, I′m comin′ through

[VERSE 2]
Cassidy I′m gone shine right
Yeah a nigga rhyme, I′m in the limelight
But I had to grind of the crime life
We all gone shine when the time right (Alright) so get ya mind right
This for my hood niggaz
It′s hard to come up but what′s good nigga
I would break bread if I could nigga
′Cuz you ain′t gettin′ fed like you should nigga
And that ain′t good nigga
This for the rock hustlers
The makin′ sales, still on the block hustlers
And in the jails are my cell block hustlers
And most cops just wanna knock hustlers ′cuz they not hustlers
This for my real homies
We done been through it all but we still homies
Man you gotta work hard for a meal homie
Man cats still hungry wit a deal homie, and that′s real homie
And that′s real

[CHORUS 2x (Swizz Beats)]
To my ladies around the world, world
To my thugs around the world, world
I do this around the world, world
You can′t miss me, I′m comin′ through

[VERSE 3]
I was born in Philly
We really get it on in Philly
If you from where I′m from I know you feel me
I′mma rep where I′m from until they kill me, until they kill me
And this for N.Y
It′s like my second home when I spin by
And them ATL niggaz show me love too
They ladies act crazy when the club do, show me love boo
This for my collie cats
My Baltimore stashin′ the ollie cats
From Florida back up to D.C
And Virginia sendin′ love when they see me, and that′s for GP
I send the rest out
To any other place that I left out
From the north to the east to the west south
Cassidy gone rep ′till he repped out, until he repped out
Yeah yeah

[CHORUS 2x (Swizz Beats)]
To my ladies around the world, world
To my thugs around the world, world
I do this around the world, world

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

[Verse 1]
I′m a hustler, I′m a hustler homey
I got the product, narcotics for customers homey
Feins open they be smoking like a muffler homey
niggas phoney so I only got a couple of homey
If you a hustler I could, I could fuck wit you homey
You spend a couple of bucks I stay in touch with you homey
I get money I get 20 to K I got 20 strip although I′m 20 today
I get cake from buds and haze I′m making dubs
they hating cause I′m on the grind like I′m making love
with cops got the block hot like a jamaican club
cop wait, wait for a droute then I make a fllod
try to take my cake you gone take a slug
But you can take my information if you taking drugs
cause I can sell raid to a bug
I′m a hustler I can sell salt to a slug

[Chorus]
I′m a hustler, I′m a I′m a hustler homey
I′m a hustler, I′m a I′m a hustler homey
Nigga ask about me nigga nigga ask about me

[Verse 2]
Married to the game, same bride just a new dru
I do more then just do to
cause my bills come in to soon, my son gone be two soon
royalty check come in like once in a bluemoon
but I′m getting my doe for doing shows
I made more money on the grind then on the road
that′s why I stay fly and flying on hoes
car′s are so cool,Aston no shoes
just a rubberband on my risk no jewels
I ain′t got to prove I′m rich, I′m a fool
I know the rules I ain′t got time for it
and they will hateyou deal with the real cake
and they on the corner
from morning to real late
I deal weight and if you bastards dought me
I′m a hustler ask about, ask about me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yeah they made you got saved don′t be spend the cahnge
In fifth grade I was hustling my genesis game
I was dumb young selling chew gum to my classmate
on the cash chase moving at a fast pace
never been a dummy never did what the dummies do
so I had a mill to burn before I turned 22
more money , more problem is true cause the more money
I make the more problem for you
yeah I used dude voice props to the boy sean
he made it a hot line I made a hot song
So stop drawing man you got to respect it
I′m the best swizz got to perfected don′t mess with
C-A-double S-I-D-Ycause I became the best when B-I-G died
the kid do it big like P-U-N cuse
I′m nice P-A-C with the P-E-N

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

[Intro]
I still move work, from the A.M. to the P.M.
Niggaz got beef, I′ma spray ′em when I see ′em [2X]

[Cassidy]
I punk on the street from the A.M. to the P.M.
Nigga want beef, I′ma spray ′em when I see ′em
Lay ′em when I see ′em, AK ′em when I see ′em
Hop out the Bronco, I′ll O.J. ′em when I see ′em
Cut a bone out his skin, fish fo-lay ′em when I see ′em
n′ wire is real, Kanye ′em when I see ′em
On their job, so I′ll pay ′em when I see ′em
Turn boys to men I′ll wine Yayo when I see ′em
Cause I′ll be on the grid from the pm to the am
Paint pictures with my rhymes, you can see ′em when I say ′em
My songs like movies you can see ′em when you play them
If a nigga want beef, when I see ′em I′ma spray ′em
For six g′s I could get your wip swiss cheesed
I′m like a red nose, spic you a mixed bread
Bitch please all ′em dudes in your cool ass
I′ll get you strangled with the strings on your doo-rag

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I still move work from the A.M. to the P.M.
Niggaz got beef, I′ma spray ′em when I see ′em
I still move work from the A.M. to the P.M.
Niggaz got beef, I′ma spray ′em when I see ′em

[Cassidy]
I′ma let you talk all stupid, till you get harked all stupid
Sparked out stupid, outlined in charcoal stupid
Dog I bite I don′t bark all stupid, it is wat it is
I′m in the coupe room droped all stupid
Fitted hat cocked all stupid, gettin′ top off stupid
My clientele cop all stupid
We excels on the block all stupid, it is what it is
It′s a fact that I rap all stupid
Get your wig pushed back all stupid
We strapped all stupid, I′ll get you clapped all stupid
Don′t let the pills and the yack make you act all stupid
Yeah I do my thinh all stupid, let my chain bling all stupid
Ny ring all stupid and my earring all stupid
I got them things and I swing all stupid

[Chorus]

[Cassidy]
Yo, with my flow you all amazed and astonished
I′ve been hot since I got my first single with sonic
Back in the days when Shawn Kemp played for the sonics
I rocked the huge jeans and I played the atonics
You know I blow A′z, I′ll be blazing the chronic
It got my mind scrambled the and egg and an omelette
I talk to God every day, and he made me a promise
Me and T like, Malcolm and Alasia mahomie
Me and Swizz like Martin and Jessy
But the fact that I can get assassinated, is startin to stress me
I ain′t tryna let the police department arrest me
But I still keep the still tuff under the fresh tee
And I ain′t just rapin for my health
So before you diss me, you be betta off laughin at yourself
Cause I ain′t tryna battle on the mic
I have them goons hop out on you like they did Harrell at the light

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

[CHORUS]
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street ′cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil′ brother gotta eat (Talk to ′em)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street ′cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat

[VERSE 1]
I refuse to go back to bein′ broke again
I′d rather load the toast wit the shells and sell coke again
Rather put the blow on the scale and sell dope again
Rather put the dro′ in the L and inhale smoke again
I refuse to go back to bein′ poor again
I′d rather sell dimes outside of the corner store again
Put the guns up and run up in the corner store again
Rather take my gat to Iraq and go to war wit them
I refuse to go back to bein′ down again
I′d rather walk around all day wit the tre pound again
Hop out on a clown wit the K and spray rounds again
Get you dug up out ya grave and laid down again
I refuse to go bak to no dough again
I′d rather go to my young boy that grow dro again
Then make a young boy strip wit the 4-4 again
I even make my bitch strip and then go-go again

[CHORUS]
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street ′cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil′ brother gotta eat (Talk to ′em)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street ′cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat

[VERSE 2]
I ain′t tryna go back to livin′ gutter man
That′s why I′m stackin′ this cheese to feed my mother, man
Plus I got a step pop and a little brother, man
And I still gotta take care of my baby mothter, man
Now I′m signed some cats is not actin′ right
They be thinkin′ I′m stackin′ ′cuz I be rappin′, right?
When you dead the bread can′t bring you back to life
But I got family to feed and they got appetites
So I ain′t tryne be ridin′ on the bus again
Workin′ a 9 to 5 that′s why I′m husslin′
Got rhymes line for line, man I′m crushin′ ′em
This little 9 of mine, man I′m bustin′ ′em
I gotta stay on my grind ′cuz I ain′t eatin′ right
Got bags under my eyes ′cuz I ain′t sleepin′ right
Even if I ain′t beefin′ I gotta keep the pipe
You got cake, I′mma eat a slice, nigga!

[CHORUS]
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street ′cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil′ brother gotta eat (Talk to ′em)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street ′cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat

[VERSE 3 (Swizz Beats)]
Man I′m just like a dude in the crib wit no food in the fridge
(Talk to ′em...I′m hungry!)
And I′m just like the guy that you saw that was robbin′ the store
(Talk to ′em...I′m hunngry!)
And I′m just like the dude on the block that be movin′ the rock
(Talk to ′em...I′m hungry!)
And I′m just like the hustlin′ cat that be bustin′ his gat
(Talk to ′m...I′m hungry!)
That′s why I do what I do
You would too if you knew what I knew
I cop ostriches, got beef like sausages
And I′m hungry as a hostage is (Real talk)
So I′mma keep sellin′ coke to ya
′Cuz niggaz gotta eat in the street, it′s like a little Ethiopia
That′s why I be out here in the street
′Cuz ′till the day I die, man I gotta eat

[CHORUS 2x]
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street ′cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil′ brother gotta eat (Talk to ′em)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I′m hungry (What?!) I′m hungry (What?!)
I be out there in the street ′cuz I gotta eat

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

[Swizz Beats]
Chillin′ in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants

[Cassidy]
Yeah
Okay
I′m ready to get my drink on, on this one
Let′s go

[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin′ in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I′m fresh ye-yes, I′m fresh ye-yes, I′m fresh ye-yes, I′m fresh ye-yes

[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
I′m fresh to death, dressed to impress
Fresh for real, nigga dressed to kill
I′m the best for real, I was blessed with skill
The FS in my necklace still
I′m a threat for real, I come at niggas necks for real
Tryna build my success got me stressed for real
I′ma gain my respect cause I′m extra real
And I′m extra fly, you just extra high
If it wasn′t for them drugs, you′d be extra shy
Knowin′ if I throw them slugs you gon′ testify
F′ the extra shit, get an extra clip
I get some extra lip, just expect to die
I′ll put a whole in your head, cause I hold bread
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran old head
Clappin′ a pound, he ain′t pattin′ me down
And I stay strapped man I got my gat on me now

[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin′ in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I′m fresh ye-yes, I′m fresh ye-yes, I′m fresh ye-yes, I′m fresh ye-yes

[Verse 2 - Cassidy]
I get it poppin′ on the block like a B-Boy
If you cop a couple of rocks you get a free boy
You could take a couple of shots and get a key loy
If you try to take what I got, a stick me boy
See boy tryna fuck around with me boy
Your wrist like fuckin′ a bitch with no see boy
I′m a gee boy, get smoked by the P boy
Coke by the key boy, got dope and the E boy
Me boy, I′m bout to take the industry over
Lifes a war, we was meant to be soldiers
I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova
Pretend to be BIG, pretend to be Pac, pretend to be hot
But all that pretendin′ gon′ eventually stop
And the slugs gonna eventually pop
Cause all the real thugs in the box or the penatentary oxe
VIP lookin′ like a penetentary block

[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin′ in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I′m fresh ye-yes, I′m fresh ye-yes, I′m fresh ye-yes, I′m fresh ye-yes

[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
Okay, I′m fresh to death like a million bucks
My Benz got big rims and my ceilin′ lift up
Dependin′ on how I′m feelin′ might be wheelin′ the truck
Either way the chicks still on my nuts
YanawutI′msayin′, I ain′t playin′ with them niggas that be feelin′ they tough
I ain′t a killa but you still will get touched
I network, sweatshirt with the hood, got the steel in the ??
And my lil man feelin′ the dutch while I chill in the cut
On my lean, chicks stealin′ my stance
Chinese print on the jeans, chicks spillin′ my pants
And I got the steel in my pants, don′t grind on me
I can′t dance I got the nine on me
?? mami fresh from the box mami
Got your panani wet cause I′m fresh to the socks mami
Fresh from the block mami, so I′m makin′ it fun
See life a bitch, but I′m makin′ her cum and umm

[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin′ in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

Uh huh
uh huh
uh huh
uh huh

chorus: if the DA ask me to tell i′m like uh huh
they like u wanna go back to jail i′m likeuhhuh
stay with the apes and co′s i′m like uh huh
i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh

i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh
keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh
i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh
and thats that i will never ratuh huh

verse 1: blow the fuckin whistle
im on my fuckin grizzle
tryin to make a dolla out a dime and a fuckin nickel
i′ll knuckle with ya but i got a couple pistols
if they fuckin hit uu be dead or a fuckin cripple
i′m just fuckin wit u i aint gone bust a pistol
cuz i′m on parolle
and i aint trying to get fuckin pickled
i call my gat acrobat cuz it will fuckin flip u
stuff u in a box like some fuckin tissue
if you cats got nine lives
i hope brought a couple wit u
or you won′t liveya relatives gone fuckin miss u
if u rat i aint fuckin wit u
i wouldn′t even tell
if i seen bin laden buying a fuckin missle
if u a snitch i′ll come and get u
take ya life and the life of the rest
of the mice runnin wit u
if u pack gats then i′m fuckin wit u
but if u live by the gun
you gone die by the fuckin pistol

(chorus)if the DA ask me to tell i′m like uh huh
they like u wanna go back to jail i′m likeuhhuh
stay with the apes and co′s i′m like uh huh
i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh

i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh
keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh
i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh
and thats that i will never ratuh huh)

verse 2: you aint a killa yet
you aint a guerilla yet
i bang like i′m at the range
and you can be the silouette
yea i′m still a threat
u can still feel a heck
the lead a put ya to bed
cuz u soft like a pillow set
u pussy′s is sweet
i′ll put ya to sleep
the bullets i put in the heat
a put ya face on ya feet
u can look in my face and see u facin defeat
its basically beef
dont let me see ya face in the street
u better stand on the pavement
u aint safe in the street
im flippin weight in the street
i get cake in the street
so what u make in a year
i can make in a week
or probably a couple hours..
i′m gettin a couple dollars
all i′m doin is takin a beat
and then speakin the truth on it
like dr.king with a speech
man you snitches conversate with police
but its a difference between a lake and a beach
and a grape and a peach motherfucka

chorus: if the DA ask me to tell i′m like uh huh
they like u wanna go back to jail i′m likeuh huh
stay with the apes and co′s i′m like uh huh
i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh

i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh
keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh
i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh
and thats that i will never ratuh huh

verse 3: i said u cats rat
like the mask on ninja turtles
i was being nice
cuz u mice bout as big as gerbels
lil hamster guiena pig type niggas
who be givin information to the pigs
with the quickness
them kids snitches they′ll try to ride against u
then sign a sepina and testify against u
go to jail never that
take a deal never that
squeal never that
thats that
i will never rat

(chorus)

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

Yeah
Cassidy
Huh
This one of my joints for the ladies man

[Hook - Cassidy (Woman)]
Lift up ya shirt, let me see ya bellybutton girl
You got a belly ring, show ya bellybutton girl
(I′m not impressed by the money and the bling
Show me respect and then I′ll show you my belly ring)
Lift up ya shirt, let me see ya bellybutton girl
You got a belly ring, show ya bellybutton girl
(Boy you my type and I like to do my thing
Treat me right, I′ll show you what′s under my belly ring)

[Verse 1]
Ain′t nothing funny bout this money I be touching girl
I get the cheese, if you need it, then it′s nothing girl
You might not know me, but I know if we was fucking girl
You would get blazed like the haze I be puffing girl
Kissing and hugging girl, licking and sucking girl
Ya body is the truth and you cute as a button girl
And you know I sold rock and I be hustlin girl
The pot I got on my stove top is not stuffing girl
You might not think that I′m the one to put ya trust in girl
But I won′t break ya heart for nothing, I ain′t bluffing girl
I think you got a crush on me, I see you blushing girl
I got you tempted cause I′m smooth as David Ruffin girl

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I′m the kid from the telly with R. Kelly man
And I′m a ass, I′m a titty, I′m a belly man
I play them low like when I′m sittin on Pirelli′s man
I′m blowing up so they be blowing up my celly man
Doing they gully dance, showing they belly man
It can′t be jam because they shake it like it′s jelly man
And it′s some girls that probably never even wanted one
Till they heard the song and then they went and got they stomach done
Ya belly ring on bling, let ya belly floss
Just go bezerk, lift up ya shirt, show ya belly off
It′s eye candy for the guys and it′s fly mami
And you might like it if you try, don′t be shy mami

[Hook]

[Verse 3 (Woman)]
And I know it some women who don′t have a belly ring
It′s okay, ay, ay (okay, ay, ay)
Cause you can go to the store and get yourself a belly ring
Today, ay, ay (Today, ay, ay)
On the radio, the TV, even the press
Women get their bellybuttons pierced, even they breasts
You supposed to cloth yourself, not expose yourself
But when this song come on, they can′t control theyself
They be doing they thizzle y′all, making it wiggle y′all
I got ′em shaking and bouncing it like the dribble y′all
You know the izzle y′all, I′m off the hizzle y′all
For shizzle my nizzle, I love my nigga Swizzle y′all
Cause he the cat that make the tracks, I′m the cat that′s rapping
I′m back in action, and I′m bout to get it crack-a-lacking
I′m that boy, you can be that bitch
So if you got ya belly pierced, let me see that sis, just

@ Cassidy

Текст песни:

This for the grown and sexy
This for the grown and sexy (grown and sexy)
This for the grown and sexy
This for the grown and sexy

[Verse 1]
If you down with me then I′m down with you
I lay a nigga down if he fuck around with you
And if you ride wit me I ride wit chu
And if you stick by my side I′ll provide for you
And if you there for me I′ll be there for you
Through the laughter and tears I′ll care for you
And if you role wit me I′ll role wit chu
Be your friend till the end and grow old wit chu (boo)
Peep it though
I′m a pimp and I keep a hoe
I met this on the low
Freak like a week ago
Yo I′m on the avenue
And she was walking by while I′m coming out the store wit a bag or two
I would of passed on her
But mami had a ass on her
That′ll have u spending cash on her
I move fast come on I′m like come here boo
And she was nice from her shoes to her hair due
Her bracelet was right she had jewels in her hair too
Type that chu might make your wife in a year or two
Yeah boo you officially nice that′s why I′m trying to get wit chu tonight
I′ma hit chu iight?

[Chorus 2x]
Hey miss thang (your so sexy)
Can we hang (I want to show you how I)
Do my thang (I′ma getcha) I!! I jus wanna get wit chu

[Verse 2]
Now when i got to the spot i was ringing her phone
like I′m thinking bout bringing you home
But that ain′t what its all about unless that′s what chu thinking about
I ain′t fresh I′m jus taking you out
Listen
Getcha nails done, getcha hair fixed do all of that and call me back on the cell sis
I ain′t the hell rich
But I′m still gone fill you wit champagne stuff you with shell fish
Lock still reppin Tony blue gotcha
This lifestyle′s only for mobstas
I gotcha
We goin to dinner spot round ten o′clock
I′mma drive by beep da horn then spin the block

Let me know if you are down to row with me

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
Now when i went to get her we went to dinner and ate right
But dis da late night im trynna see what her face like
She ain′t da first date type she got class
But she dealin wit da Dee dot cash ya hurd dat?
Got off da turnpike she like me to air dat
I reached in my pocket and got it like hold up
I passed her a dub and a dutchie like roll up
Somethin came to me I made a u-whee you kno wat?!
You playin games ma and I′m a player right
But I ain′t playin when I sayin u should stay da nite
I′m sayin like if i ain poppin you off
I′m gettin topped at da bus stop and droppin you off (yup!)

Let me know if you are down to row with me

@ Cassidy