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:

I don′t have no one, but me myself and I, listen, I gotta get some work done man, I ain′t come in
the studio just to chill, na na, this nigga swizz just flew out, this nigga ne yo sleep, so I′m a go
over to this mp and see if I can come up with my own track to keep it movin′ yea let me try that,
aight, find these drums, yea this knockin, yea that′s crazy right there, yea, I′m feelin that, ok,
let me add these high hats, ok, I think I′m gettin the hang out of this joint man, aight, I′m a make
this beat myself man, now let me add this scratch, ok and the crash, breakdown, add this 808 drum
and get it knockin a lil bit more, that′s crazy, I′m feeling this track right here man, all I gotta
do is spit somethin crazy, it′s a wrap...

[verse 1:]
I′m in the zone all by myself,
I′m alone all by myself I′m on my own,
But homes I could set the tone myself,
And make the track that I could rap on myself
I wrote the rap myself, did the track myself, went in the booth produced that myself, I did the bass
did the claps myself, did the drums snares and the high hats myself, uh I play each sound I′m
banging out beats now, the only one with heat now holdin the streets down, I paint pictures
everybody could see but besides god I ain′t got nobody but me...

[hook: x2]
I′m in the zone all by myself
I′m alone all by myself,
But I don′t need nobody else, but me... and god...

[verse 2:]
I wanna thank my fans, good lookin for the mail,
Cause I was goin through it when they put me in the jail, they put me in the cell, just me and the
rats, and my relationship with god is what kept me relaxed, DA will say anything except for the
facts, and they had alot of evidence except for the gats,
Before they prove you guilty they will treat you like a criminal, they tried to give me first degree
they said it was intentional, I had to get shit together on my own, the media was talkin like I′m
never comin home, me and my mother used to talk together on the phone, she said keep your faith and
you will beat this case, yup

[hook x2]

[verse 3:]
I gotta clique that′ll grip steel for me,
I gotta squad that′ll ride that′ll kill for me,
But I argue and fight with my own mother, and now a days you can′t even trust your own brother,
So make sure you keep your enemies the closest to you, cause your friends will the ones who put the
toasters to you, that′s why u gotta watch your surroundins, cause niggas that can swim love watchin
you drownin, so only real niggas chill with me, but ain′t nobody gonna pay my bills but me, see, you
might got a crew that can help, but if you want it done right u gotta do it yourself

[hook x2]

@ 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:

[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:

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:

(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:

[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. 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:

(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