1.The Problem Vs. The Hustla
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
It's the problem bitch
It's the hustler ask about me
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
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
What？! I told you this nigga wasn't fuckin with me you can't be
serious
Whoa whoa whoa break it up break it up battlers back to your
corner
Look kid I told you this shit wasn't gonna be easy
It's ain't gonna be hard
I told you this kid was a problem he not fuckin with you though
He ain't no problem
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
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
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
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
Ok ok ok that's it that's it
Cassidy the hustler you ready？
It's your turn eight bars... let's go
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
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
Geah it is what it is don't act surprise
Okay kid what are you planning to do after this victory
I mean you know keep getting money keep hustling keep doing what
I do
And if you bastards doubt me...
2.I'm A Hustla
Vocal：Cassidy／Jay-Z
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
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
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 wrist, no jewels
I ain't got to prove I'm rich, I'm no 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
Yeah they made you got saved don't be spend the change
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
3.On The Grind
Yeah
Cassidy, yeah
Uh, I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame
Cause I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame
I was told it's a crazy world, well I was born crazy too
1982, they said I was a baby who
Always started trouble, start to hustle what they made me do
As I grew as a man, my plans and my gravy grew
Coke, I copped a little, posted on the block a little
My block popped a little even though my rocks was little
But now a nigga grown started sellin bigger stones
Got a steady clientele that can't leave the shit alone
Keep it on the hivic homes, can't leave ya shit at home
If I spit it, I did it, I lived it, we can get it on
Forget it, I'm sick with it, the midget'll get shitted on
You don't wanna get the chrome, you wanna getcha phone
You don't wanna brawl at all, you wanna call the law
But if you get called a snitch, you might as well call it quits
And I might answer the phone when ya call ya bitch
I push bars like rod, this shit all will flip
Man I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
I do this for the hood and I do this for the streets
I do this for my peeps cause my family gotta eat
I do this for the thugs that be hustling the drugs
I do this for my niggaz who be bustin all the slugs
I'd do this for the love but I do this to get paid
I do this for my niggaz in the cells and in the graves
I do this for my niggaz on the block that keep it thorough
I do this for all the hustlers around the world
Cause I'm out here on the grind
Don't abuse the fame, use ya brain fore you open ya mouth
Or you could get poked ouch with the toast in ya mouth
I doubt i'ma go broke, I be done broke in ya house
You don't hustle just cause niggaz cook coke in ya house
If I stop sellin coke, it'll drought
And my flow so dope, I got insurance on my throat and my mouth
I change the game, my name gets spoken about
I'm still ill with the smoke in my mouth (whoa)
Ya sis oped, and I'ma open her blouse
Stick my dick down her throat and start stroking her mouth
(whoa)
I let my unborns float in her mouth
And then I put a condom on and start stroking her out (whoa)
I blow the hydro to the scout
On the post with the rock inside got most of the clout
And most of the cash I'm bragging and boasting about
Copped a yacht and got a dock, I can float to the house
Got damn, you wouldn't understand how I'm feeling man
I'm chilling man, all for the love of drug dealing man
I got change I'm gon borrow
That's why I got a quarter million dollar painting hanging on my
wall
So naw, I ain't pressed for paper
But I'm dealing weight and got real estate tryna stretch the
paper
It's best to invest the paper
But if you wanna battle, let's bet, I could use the extra paper
Cause i'd do whatever to eat
I'm from the street, if it's beef, it's whatever, I ain't never
been sweet
And in a battle, I ain't never been beat
I'm in the race to take Jay-Z place, and you ain't better than
Bleek
When I speak, you can tell that I'm wise
Dog, I got the best punch lines since Big L was alive
And this was a big L so I'm already high
If a nigga better than me, then he already died
Cassidy
I do this for the hood and I do this for the streets
I do this for my peeps cause my family gotta eat
I do this for the thugs that be hustling the drugs
I do this for my niggaz who be bustin all the slugs
I'd do this for the love but I do this to get paid
I do this for my niggaz in the cells and in the graves
I do this for my niggaz on the block that keep it thorough
I do this for all the hustlers around the world
Cause I'm out here on the grind
Man I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame
Cause I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame
4.Crack
CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we flip that
C-R-A-C-K
CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we move that
C-R-A-C-K
CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we sell that
C-R-A-C-K
Crack!! It got my niggaz addicted
Crack!! But got my niggaz convicted
Crack!! Why niggaz stand on the block
Its called Crack!! It got my man and 'em shot
I said Crack!! what niggaz sell for the cash
Crack!! Got the women selling they ass
Crack!! What the feins use to get high
And the hustlers move to get by that's why the song called
CRACK!!
I got the cops drawn... I put the block on
Over rare bout to stock viles of the popcorn
Feins got the block warm getting they cop on
My young'ns run the block till ev'ry one of the rocks gone
And I got another block I'm puttin the pot on
Strong enough to smell through the jar wit the top on
Cop and be gone... If you come to the block drawn
I'll hit you with the glock till ev'ry one of the shots gone
He thought he was a thug he was all on his pop join'
Till he got popped now he all on his rock join'
I left him all on the block wit his top gone
Law called his mom and pop they all on they shock join'
I was just tryna make some bread for my family
And ev'rybody got somebody dead in they family
and ev'rybody got some crackheads in they family
So it's no room to hate cause i kno you relate... My shit
I'ma blow like propaine cause the flow flames
It'll have you look like the cooked version of cocaine
I spit crack homie... neva been wak homie
I'm back homie... And I hold weight like I'm fat Tony
Like a Soprano I stay with the ammo
Push keys and make music but dont play the piano
You could get blam! yo... I'm nice wit my hands doe
You'll be looking like Rocky if you play like you Rambo
I'm looking type Rocky when I hop out the Land Vo
Bezel on the band whoa... rock on the hand glow
It's all for the fans doe
Thanks for the sup-port
my 16s like the nicotine in a newport
I'm like Too $hort... Pimpin these hoes
I'm the best at inventin the flow since Hove
What these other niggaz spittin is trash
But it's like hittin a glass when you listen to Cass... My shit
I still be fucking it all up
Gettin it, mixin it cuttin, it all up
I make hella cake and I'm addin it all up
And I ain't sellin weight, man I'm baggin it all up
My youngn's on the block they be knockin it all off
Who you think the feins be coppin it all off
My block got hard but we coppin it all soft
If its snakes in the grass we choppin it all off
If you play wit my cash I'm poppin at all ya
Wit my face in a mask I'm choppin at all ya
But due to the fact I be rappin and all that
I be actin and all that I ain't clappin at y'all cats
But before I did music and movies and all that
I was moving in all black wit the toolies and all that
But now I dont got time cause I'm eatin and all that
I'm too decent for all that to be beefin wit y'all cats... You
on
CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!
ITS CALLED CRACK!!!!!!!!
I SAID CRACK!!!!
CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!!!
5.B-Boy Stance
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
Yeah
Okay
I'm ready to get my drink on, on this one
Let's go
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
6.A.M. To P.M.
I still move work, from the A.M. to the P.M.
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
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
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
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
7.Can't Fade Me
Vocal：Cassidy／Nas／Quan
Yea, hehe. Don Quan
A vision of God's Son Nas. That nigga Cass rules. Whattup baby
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
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＊
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
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
This life crazy but I'm keepin the faith
8.Kick It Wit You
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
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？
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
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
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
9.C-Bonics
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}
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
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
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)
10.Bellybutton
Yeah
Cassidy
Huh
This one of my joints for the ladies man
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)
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
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
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
11.Get 'Em
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!!!!
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
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
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
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
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
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
Sick 'em
12.So Long
13.6 Minutes
Vocal：Cassidy／Fabolous／Lil Wayne
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!
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!
That's what I'm talking about
Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know why they ain't
fuckin with you
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
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
Full Surface nigga I'm that shit, bitch!
14.The Message
15.I'm A Hustla(Remix)
Vocal：Cassidy／Jay-Z
Nigga ask about me nigga ask about me
Nigga ask about me nigga ask about me
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 a... nigga-nigga ask about me
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
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 a... nigga-nigga ask about me
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
I'm so nice I'd bet my life I guess I got gambling problems
You scramblers can't handle the problems, STOP, I win a lot
When I bet so I spend a lot, the rocks on my neck they weigh
more
Than a cinder block, to move forward I had to guard and defend
the
Rock and I got more blocks than synagogue, Shaq start to get
loud when
I send the shots, hit this drama I'm like Douma you dinner opp
Cause you's not no contender opp, I make um sick to they gut
when I
Pick up the pen and jot, I grind on summer hustle all winter opp
You working wit a burger to, you still a beginner opp
They bring in chips in when I cock, Scarface died of a 14／5
I give 'em 10 a watt, lets get around break it down get 10 a rot
My clip switch is at 6 and 10 o'clock, I workin with the raw
thug
And I be in the spot, you working with the law thug you should
of
Been a cop, I don't care if you've been shot been to the pen or
not
Pussy I'll pull it, give you A bullet in a box
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 a... nigga-nigga ask about me
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
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 a... nigga-nigga ask about me
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
You a bitch ass nigga, snitch ass nigga, I'm the type to get
cash
Quick fast nigga, Cass is a rich ass nigga, I got it on smash I
make
Hits and your shit trash nigga, naw you ain't hot at all, so
when the
Media asks if I fuck wit a lot of y'all I'm like not at all, the
last
Cat I heard rapping I knotted off, so I ain't fucking with
nothing
If I'm not involved, My one liners make rhymers need tylenol,
and I've
Been sick with the hook since I wrote Got it off, for kissin
Eve, I
Flip the keys, I got 20's of the Christmas trees with no sticks
and
Seeds, that'll get you higher than a muthafucka, I'm a pretty
type guy
Flyer than a muthafucka, I'm a hustler wit time and a plan, When
I
Perform its more than 2000 in the stands, I been getting
thousands to
The grams, that's why I'm on the cover of the Source with 10,000
in
My hand, the reason I be smiling for my fans, is because I ain't
Trying lose my deal like I'm Dylon from The Band, man, these
niggaz
Acting like thugs, but they ain't never squeeze, these niggaz
Acting like bloods its cuz they ain't never bleed, we all thugs
I'm
A better breed and you can't say that I don't come back to the
hood
Cuz I ain't never leave, and shit change, shit the same wit this
Cheddar cheese, I just cop betta coke and smoke betta weed, I'm
single
So I get the hoes that I want, I had the #1 single and went gold
In a month what you want
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