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Cassidy - Where my niggaz at

Tekst :

Man cock that shit...
Yo man, this nigga Cassidy frontin (Yo Cock this tho man),
Oh that nigga think he sweet (Yo pass that mac man)
Yo not for nothin, that video shit and all that...
Fuck that, (yo when I m a hit that nigga all up in... I hate that nigga)

[Chorus:]
Where My niggaz at, Huh
Cock that Yo
Squeeze them triggas back,
Huh, Pop that yo,
If I gotta, I m a Pop a nigga
Lay a nigga down,
I ain t playin, I ll spray a nigga,
Lay a nigga down! [x2]

[Verse 1:]
Niggaz ain t ready to die, They ready to tell,
That s why my squad ready to ride and ready for jail,
They ll give you every in the shell in the K,
A couple rounds from the pipe ll make it sound like Independence Day!
And I could talk that gun shit, Cause I done shit,
My nick name should be Diarea How I run shit,
And I done seen niggaz guns spit over dumb shit,
I got a young bitch named Nina that You could Tongue Kiss!
When It come to this gun shit I m the man son,
Niggaz gon show me respect cause I demand some,
I play with bullets bout as big as my damn thumb,
And I ll spit the A R Hand Gun till my hand numb,
I ain t a hypocrite who spit shit He never did,
I m a speak the truth whether positive or negative,
Don t get me wrong, I put songs that was conscious out,
But I ll still Grab the Thompson and Blow Ya Conscience out!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
My flow so raw, I thought about baggin it up,
Every word like a Bird, I m jus addin it up,
But with the burner I ll Burn ya like bag in the dutch,
I ll jus, blast at ya gut, Light ya Abdomen up, Yup,
But I ain t the same Cass from the past,
I be tryna chill but I ll still blast at ya ass,
I got cash in the stash, and Money In the bank ya ll,
Hatin on me makin me rich, I wanna thank ya ll!
I ll leave the biscuit on my hip and jus shank ya ll,
Onli thing you niggaz ever shot was a paintball, or a cap gun,
You could get your hat spun,
You gotta known I clap my gun, Man, You ain t that dumb!
Back when I was young, no bull, I pulled triggas back,
I be in the hood cause I m good where my niggaz at,
I m the general, I ll let my military get you,
With the military pistols, that s military issued!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I got alota gats,
And I just fought a homocide and I ain t make 1 statement,
You Know I m Not a rat,
So what You gotta gat,
When it start poppin off,
You ll probly shoot your fuckin self tryna pop it off,
You ain t got the balls, You soft like cotton balls,
You just think You hard cause the pills and the Alcohol,
But dawg you ain t hard as you say you is,
You needa tell your fans how soft and gay you is,
S H A, No matter what K It is,
I m a still keep poppin and bodies ll keep droppin,
But I don t wanna hafta injure nobody,
Grip the pipe, Or stick the knife into somebody,
And I don t walk around now pretendin I m Gotti,
But I ll still clap the mac 10 at somebody, Uh,
I Took my life and put it all into rap,
For my dawgs with they paws on the gat!

[Chorus]

Cassidy - C-bonics

Tekst :

Do my ladies run this muthfuckah, smoke somethin tonight, drink somethin tonight
Do my thugs run this muthfuckah, who fuckin tonight, is you fuckin to night
Somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah

Whoa..my flow too dangerous, so yall might as well hang it up..yup..yup
Cause I ll flip it and change it up,
wit tha slang switched tha language up
guess what, I left wit this chididid she was thididid
got my freak on and got my john lididid
all in tha rididid, tha broad strididid
took her thong off and put gloss on her lididips
she on tha chididib Im gettin slididibed
bout to bang out in her mouth tryna drididoff
Im like, hold up, wait a minuete,
Its no rush, Ima get way up in it
we goin tah yah crididib
to do a bididid
and Ima hit like I just did a bididid
and have fittedone wit yah tiddidone
after I get it on my mouth said swiddidon

Whoa Whoa...hold up..hold up...

[Chorus]
Do my ladies run this muthfuckah, smoke somethin tonight, drink somethin tonight
Do my thugs run this muthfuckah, who fuckin tonight, is you fuckin to night
Somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah

Whoa..my flow too dangerous, so yall might as well hang it up..yup..yup
Cause I ll flip it and change it up,
wit tha slang switched tha language up
Ima vee-i-ishle play tha strip on my gree-i-isle
I stay wit tha peei-istol on my hip
And I stay wit a clip full of mee-i-isles
Grey wrist braclet full of cree-i-istles
I ll leave you cree-i-ipeled
cause I be shootin tha tech like when tha ref be blow tha wee-i-istle
but I do some B.I wit you if you be blowin yah nose and I aint talkin bout wit tee-i-issue
my weed green like a pee-i-ickle
hop off tha G-4 hop in tha G-Knee-I-ickel
Had to throw 24 s on tha vee-i-hickle
And my smile get a broads hard knee-i-ipples

Whoa Whoa...hold up..hold up...

[Chorus]
Do my ladies run this muthfuckah, smoke somethin tonight, drink somethin tonight
Do my thugs run this muthfuckah, who fuckin tonight, is you fuckin to night
Somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah

Now you know Ima ladies man..nah Im talkin bout..
Maybach mercades man..nah Im talkin bout..
My watch cost 80 grand..nah Im talkin bout..
Im gettin that gravy man..nah Im talkin bout..
Yeah I used to slang on tha strip..nah Im talkin bout..
Me, sing bing and tha clique..nah Im talkin bout..
Now tha whole world singin my shhhh..nah Im talkin bout..
I can serve ayething that I get..nah Im talkin bout..
And you can be a rider but stay in yah lane, cause words in my five I aint playin no games,
if its drama Im sprayin them things..nah Im talkin bout..
Cats cant stop sayin my name..nah Im talkin bout..
Cause Im hot right now..nah Im talkin bout..
I cant be stopped right now..nah Im talkin bout..
Look at tha charts, Im on top right now..nah Im talkin bout..
Tha kid got it on lock right now..nah Im talkin bout..

[Chorus X2]
Do my ladies run this muthfuckah, smoke somethin tonight, drink somethin tonight
Do my thugs run this muthfuckah, who fuckin tonight, is you fuckin to night
Somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah, somebody say yeah

Cassidy - Take it

Tekst :

Shake it i want to see you shake it
i aint gon fake it i want to see you naked it
girl you got figure make a nigga want to taste it
lay your face on the pillow cases
and see if you can Take it

verse 1
yeah dis cat in the business
600 on the back of my benzes
it s nothin
i lay back in my drop and get my roll on
i took my old jon back to the lot like take it
and my ****** be mind blown
big face watch 5 different time zones
and they aint rinestones
they a couple of thou
and this just one of my styles so take it

(chorus)
(girl)
daddy you know i want to shake it
the way i shake it make you want to break it
(cassidy)
aint nothin stop frontin what s poppin boo
if you want it all you got to do is come take it
(girl)
daddy i know you gon make it
and when you make it you still gon take it
(cassidy)
stand up if you makin somethin
stand up if you takin somethin OK?

verse 2
some niggas want to live this life but cant live it
i know what it s like to want it and cant get it
i know what it s like to be broke
that s why everytime i get a good price on a *****
ima take it
everything i write is a quote
and for that butta you be bitin the toast
i m back on my grissel and my raps official
any chance i get to clap my ***** man ima take it
you should ride for ya man and if worst come to worst
you should die for ya man
but if i run up and pull it and shoot at your man
would you jump in front of the bullet and take it

(chorus)

if it aint one thing damn it s anotha
hand in hand i sold grams of butta
man i was drug dealin cuz i love the feelin of handin a couple grand
to my motha like take it
look i m off the chain
i get all the bitches all the brain
my sound goin down in the hall of fame
and all yall gon call the name CASSIDY
and ima take it flip it bounce it and switch it up
i take herbs by tha ounces and twist it up
listen up wit the mic in my hand it s like i got ya life in my hands and
ima take it

(chorus)

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