1.My Interpretation
Okay.
This joint is knockin' right here
I don't even need to write to this joint this easy
I'mma just talk to 'em off the top, listen
My interpretation of what the game facin'
I'm basin' my facts on ancient civilization
And my proclamation plus the world and its foundation
My education is statin' black unification
Debatin' whether Satin is situatin'
And placin' me in a state of mind that can't be shaken
It's like a leech slurrin' my specch, energy taken
It's brakin' my fiberglass thoughts that pass through my mental
Lettin' off frustration through meditation in conventional
Dimension in teleportation
And like the length between words in the first grade my mind is
spacin'
Out on route like telephone communications through nations
Give me 360 degree rotations my occupation
Spittin' flows and creatin' a creation through experimental
situations
They drug me 'cuz my thoughts bloody like menstruations
Makin' my temperature heat up like incubation
They tracin' and chasin' from location to location
I'm stationed at a hotel accomidation
Waitin' to start me and my squad organization
But I'm hesitatin', too many outside irritations
Makin' me pause and might cause altercations
But I'm penetratin', surpassin' so-called limitations
Dedication, motivation and concentration
Manifestation is the key to escalation
And fluctuation of cheese might cause MC's suffocation
Or tax on cats 'cuz no jacks is bein' fakin'
They typically pissin' me off like urination
Deflation and toleration is in consideration
But me in my rankin' is like Bob Marley to Jamaicans
I might be...slightly exaggeratin' but eliminatin'
These snakes wit affiliation got the system scared
Like mice durin' extermination
Erasin' the rhymes rapper's lines wit time and patience
Takin' no shorts, thoughts like woo blunts I'm lacin'
Comin' down like condensation givin' proper information
My interpretation of the rap business
Since my christenin' I wanted to be a rap technician
Splittin' mics in half for my fans when I'm spittin'
Never forgettin' how rap started from the beginnin'
But most of these ignorant rappers talkin' 'bout money they
gettin'
Bars they spittin', cars they whippin', nice clothes they dipped
in
Hoes they hittin', 9's they grippin'
But they gotta expand they mind and rhyme somethin' different
For instance, that's what I be kickin' in my writtens
But if you listen pay attention positivity's mentioned
My composition has a 50 slash 50 division
I can please both crowds no vocals is my intentions
When I do that wit rap I expand my comprehension
Extendin' my knowledge like goin' to college at Princeton
The industry's missin' and interpretation that's sickenin'
They was wishin' I presented so now I'm forever in it
The business...
2.Hotel
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listenin to the sounds of swizz
beatz
We got cassidy in here. Kels! We in our throwbacks
This is for the ladies, w got room keys
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room
key
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holla at
me
'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin'
I'm staying in the ho-tel, not the mo-tel or the holidae inn
(say what？)
If that girl don't participate, well then I'ma take her friend
(say what)
Well if, mami is with it then, mami can give it then
Mami a rider, Im'a slide up beside her
I got a suite, you can creep on through
I know you tryin' to get your freak on too
I do it all for the (ladies)
Yeah I ball for the (ladies)
Hit the mall for the (ladies)
Keep it fly for the (ladies)
Keep my eye on the (ladies)
Hot tub for my (ladies)
Pop bub for my (ladies)
I got love for my (ladies)
Girl you wanna come to my hotel
baby I will leave you my room key
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holla at
me
'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin
We're the new Car-tel, R-Kell with the kid Cassidy(say what)
Girl if you man start actin' up, ask for him or ask for me (say
what？)
Cuz see, we could go get it crackin, but you know what will
happen
we be under the covers, makin' love to each other
I got a double bed, one's to sleep on, other one's to get my
freak on
It's all for the (ladies)
Yeah I ball for the (ladies)
Hit the mall for the (ladies)
Keep it fly for the (ladies)
Keep my eye on the (ladies)
Hot tub for my (ladies)
pop bub for my (ladies)
I got love for my (ladies)
Girl you wanna come to my hotel
baby I will leave you my room key
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holla at
me
'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin'
We goin Chi-town steppin out, to the club lettin' out
and we go and sex it out, till we all checkin out
I got my chicks I'ma bring to the telly
we 'bout to do the damn thing sing to 'em Kelly
It's alright (it's alright)
If you wanna come with me
and fulfil your fantasy, baby in my hotel suite
And it's OK, if you wanna party night till day
I will do anything you say
Just come to my hotel
Girl you wanna come to my hotel
baby I will leave you my room key
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holla at
me
Cuz we're havin a after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin'
Say you have just heard, a classic,
featurin the one and only
Kels, Cassidy, Swiss beats the monster (yes i am!)
Full service the label
Rock Land the family
Ruff Ryders the family
This one's for the ladies y'all (please believe it!)
Get your hands up! Getcha getcha hands up
It's over, this is only part 1 y'all
Swizz c'mon
Chi-Town, Philly, NY, Worldwide
It's a problem y'all, y'all gotta solve it!
3.Lipstick
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)
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Cassidy)
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Jazze Fezzay Leezay)
1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2
(Swiss Beats)
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!)
To my fellas in the club, if u ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air, and wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
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 none, I hit it and run
With my hand glitter, and I get ha to 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
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!)
To my fellas in the club, if 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!)
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, right!
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!)
To my fellas in the club, if ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air,and wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
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
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!)
To my fellas in the club, if ya know ya fly
Put some cash in the air,and wave it side to side
ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it)
And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)
4.Get No Better
Ladies and Gentlemen
Swizz, swizz, swizz
Hey ho, hey ho, hey ho, hey ho OK
How you doin ma,
dis ya song ma,
yeah come on ma, dis ya song ma,
dis ya song ma
we can get it on ma
dis ya song ma
dis ya song ma
dis ya song
How ya doin ma？
Yeah come here ma
Where you goin ma？
What up you in a rush
What's going on ma
you can keep going ma
But in dis cruel world you goin need
a man thats thurl to keep you warm ma,
You and me we can take the world by storm ma.
So let me have yo math then I'm going ma,
I'm having a after party later on ma
so you should cancel whatever you was doing ma.
We can get a telly and visit and get it on ma,
you wit it, I hit it till six in the morn ma,
You ain't hear da song ma,
Yeah I'm a don ma so if you ridin'
wit a playa than come on ma.
How ya doin ma
(oh)
dis ya song ma
(yeah)
yeah come on ma
(oh)
dis ya song Ma
(yeah)
we can get it on ma
(oh)
dis ya song ma
dis ya song ma
dis ya son
(Yeah) yeah, yeah, yeah.
Scream at me
Me and you
(it don't get no better)
what we can do
(it don't get no better)
our love
(it don't get no better)
cuz you remind me of the first time
Hey you know what you remind me of
The sun that shines above I think that I'm in
Love cuz every time 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 with a mean outfit
and got shoes that didn't even come out yet.
Always got your your nails done, always got yourself fixed
you da type of chick I can see me going out wit
and I ain't knockin yo hustle but you should be
somebody's wifey icey wit a rock on your knuckle
and we would look hot as a couple
cuz you shaped so beautifully and
You almost as cute as me
How ya doin ma
(oh)
dis ya song ma
(yeah)
yeah come on ma
(oh)
dis ya song Ma
(yeah)
we can get it on ma
(oh)
dis ya song ma
dis ya song ma
dis ya son
(Yeah) yeah, yeah, yeah.
Scream at me
Me and you
(it don't get no better)
what we can do
(it don't get no better)
our love
(it don't get no better)
cuz you remind me of the first time
Mmmm wit your sexy self go to my hotel
and undress yourself and after we have sex
Don't stress yourself cuz i still respect you
if you respect yourself girl it's whatever I get da
Chedda when we get together it don't be no better
and you can see I'm throwin' it cuz my arm
On chill it look like i spilled freon on it.
I make hella paper on da block that's why I'm bout
To put a three story elevator in my yacht they goin
keep hatin it boo, but keep holdin' me
Down strong dis song dedicated to you.
How ya doin ma
(oh)
dis ya song ma
(yeah)
yeah come on ma
(oh)
dis ya song Ma
(yeah)
we can get it on ma
(oh)
dis ya song ma
dis ya song ma
dis ya son
(Yeah) yeah, yeah, yeah.
Scream at me
Me and you
(it don't get no better)
what we can do
(it don't get no better)
our love
(it don't get no better)
cuz you remind me of the first time
Baby I can't deny that I'm feelin you
the way that you look and the things you do.
Knowing, knowing baby it don't whoa oh whoa
it don't get no better
How ya doin ma
(oh)
dis ya song ma
(yeah)
yeah come on ma
(oh)
dis ya song Ma
(yeah)
we can get it on ma
(oh)
dis ya song ma
dis ya song ma
dis ya son
(Yeah) yeah, yeah, yeah.
Scream at me
Me and you
(it don't get no better)
what we can do
(it don't get no better)
our love
(it don't get no better)
cuz you remind me of the first time
How ya doin ma
(oh)
dis ya song ma
(yeah)
yeah come on ma
(oh)
dis ya song Ma
(yeah)
we can get it on ma
(oh)
dis ya song ma
dis ya song ma
dis ya son
(Yeah) yeah, yeah, yeah.
Scream at me
Me and you
(it don't get no better)
what we can do
(it don't get no better)
our love
(it don't get no better)
cuz you remind me of the first time
I go by the name of cassidy 'da problem', me and mashonda
5.Make U Scream
Okay!
I was told you ain't got it nice, 'til you got a wife
But nope I'ma baller cuz, never gon fall in love
Pshyche that's a damn lie
Ladies put ya hands high every woman should get that one man to
stand by
It's called devotion, emotions could make a man cry
But ma wipe ya tears and just stare in that man eyes
Prove that you there for him, prove that you care for him
That's how you gotta act, prove that you got his back
Prove that you not a rat
Don't creep and ho around, hold him down
'Cause you know what comes around goes around
And I'm older now and it might seem kinda weird
But man all them damn AIDS commercials got me kinda scared
You ever laid on some pink mink sheets blowin' swishers
Holdin' on some champagne while doin ya damn thang
Caressin' on tha world main
Adressin'' you is no pain
Betty Wright is playing, no pain no gain
I did it for the hell of it
Hit it now you tell a bitch
Now she want a little bit, I did it for the smell of it
It's relevant and evident
Yeah girl you heaven sent
I love the way you break and take all the evidence
Pimpin cause I'm stayin in your mothafucking residence
While you out bringin me back the dead presidents
(Pimpin', Pimpin', Pimpin')
You can say that I got you
I do it cause I have to, plus I feel like I got you
Sis if you make love to me
Kissin' and huggin' me
Lickin' and rubbin' me, it'll get ugly
The bed got a mink spread gettin all cuddley
Pop bub' the hot tub gettin all bubbley
You don't even gotta ask, all my girls got it bad
Closet full of Prada bags and I ain't even gotta brag
Yeah I keep them lookin real
Go 'head you can push the wheel
And if ya face tough I might wake up and cook a meal
Whatever you ask for (It's yours)
We can go to my bungalo over in Tahiti with the glass floors
Fish swimmin 'round, the moonlight shimmer down
I got the bomb stroke
Girl get ya spine broke
6.Tha Problem(Skit)
Aye yo my man,
My man
1 second, 1 second,
Iss my part, iss my part of the
Song,
1 sec
Yo come on man,
I'm gunna late man,
Why you beeing disrespectful,
Why you come in my store,
You dont ring my bell,
You dont wipe your feet on the carpet,
What the fuck,
Mine, see my rug, rub,
Fall back,
Fall back,
I need a chicken cheese steak man,
Number 1 five,
What the combo,
What do you want,
The special or the moovle,
I dont know what number it is man,
Chicken cheese steak man,
Chicken Cheese steak man,
Salt, pepper, ketchup, mayonaise,
And fried onions,
Throw some cheese fries in there
Too man,
1 second
Throw some cheese fries in there too
Okay, 1 second
Dog you aint even from Philly,
form？!
where my steaks is from
7.Tha Problem
1-2 1-2.
I need all my real niggaz to stand up.
All you fake ass niggaz fall back.
It's a problem.
Philly stand up!
(What's ya name dog？) Cassidy
(Man, tell 'em again) Caissidy
(Man, where ya from？) Philly
(Talk to 'em talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me
(Talk to' em talk to 'em) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man) The hood know I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man) The world know I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man)
My name Cass and I'm 'bout my B-I
Niggaz wanna be me, yeah I can see why
Told y'all How I used to roll and see Clive
Hop off the G-4, hop in the G-5
But since niggaz wanna copy and be me
I'mma hop off the yacht then hop in the GT
Got niggaz in the hood knockin' the CD
Wait 'till my face start poppin' on TV
See the ladies give me top for cheapy
All they wanna do is just hop on the wee-wee
My rich chick'll take a helicopter to see me
I pop Dominican and she'll drop me a key free
I got a actress in L.A., doctor in DC
Even got a lawyer a cop in the DT
See I got money but I ain't spendin' it
I need a girl who got a job wit nice benefits
'Cuz honey bunch I ain't wit the funny stuff
You ain't gone fuck me to spend my money up
Nah, I can't have it boo
But girl do what you do I ain't mad at you
Nah, 'cuz I got since to know
That I ain't gone get pimped, I'mma pimp a hoe
Ayyo, get money nigga fuck the fame
(The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!)
Cassidy! (Man, tell 'em again)
Cassidy! (Man, where ya from？)
Philly (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
The world know I'm a problem, y'all (Hold on, I tried to tell
'em, man!)
Ayyo, guess what happened, guess what happened？
I was on the radio and yo, guess what happened？
I'm sittin' there starin' in this DJ face
And all he askin' me about is the Freeway tape
I'm like, 'If I ain't right you can say I'm wrong
But Mr. DJ can you play my song？'
Please, play somethin' that's good for the air
Please, play somethin' that the hood wanna hear
So when the radio go to put that trash on
Call 'em up and say, 'Put that Cass on!'
And I ain't pissin' nobody
But if every rapper died I wouldn't be missin' nobody
'Specially if it ain't Styles, 'Kiss or nobody
Busta, Nore, Swizz or nobody
If it ain't Drag, Kim or Fat Joe
I could care less if a cat gotta lay on his back, yo
So, I don't owe y'all niggaz
And y'all might be aight but I don't know y'all niggaz
I mean, it's a couple other niggaz that I've met
With the FS on my chest without press
I got love for Snoop, Puff and Wyclef
And my niggaz Esco, so let's go, yo
Get money nigga, fuck the fame
(The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!)
Cassidy! (Man, tell 'em again)
Cassidy! (Man, where ya from？)
Philly (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man)
The world know I'm a problem, y'all (Hold on, I tried to tell
'em, man!)
8.Pop That Cannon
Aooow! banger, let's go
(Swizz, man) Styles P
(Oh, y'all ain't know) Cassidy
Full Surface, listen it's a rap for y'all, whooo!
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow!
Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade
The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg
Nigga I'm sicker then full-blown AIDS
And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age
You been afraid, you sweet like homemade
Lemonade, if it's beef, then the chrome blaze
You could make the newspaper, get ya own page
And make the news too, you know how my dudes do
We wear masks so you can't tell, who's who
And for the cash, we'll blast at you dudes too
Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right
I'm in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light
I'm comin for cash, gun in the dash
And I'm on 21 and a half's (for real cannon)
I got my gat, I ain't walkin without it
And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)
(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)
So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)
(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)
Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now
But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow
No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid
Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid
Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit
Organs on the floor of the van
Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of
a man
Y'all wanna fly like Mike... motherfuckas
So they won't find you, or your Jordans again
Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call
If you don't have my money, in 24 hours
Then the cocksucka won't see his daughter again
It's like the movie that you seen, I'm the star of the screen
I got a roll for you to play... stand here
And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today
Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what
Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes
I'ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind
Shit my whole clique commit crimes
Did time, been on the strip and grip nines
But I swear to you motherfuckas
I got my gun right here, I ain't scared of you motherfuckas
I'm a hustler, plus a check cutter
I stretch butter, in ？？ X, now that's gutter
I came for war, you know what them thangs is for
Slug make ya blood stain the floor
It ain't a game no more, niggaz gon' respect me
I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li
So don't test me, or the boy S.P
Cause I ain't tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee
You don't impress me, STOP that cannon
Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon
9.Blood Pressure
It's Cassidy trick
It's Cassidy bitch
It's Cassidy clique
It's Cassidy beeyatch!
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？
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？
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!
10.Can I Talk To You
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)
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…
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
Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back.
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.
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 hood like we runnin numbers
Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin from us
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!!!
11.Real Talk(Skit)
my blood pressures building, my blood pressures build-
girls whores, bitches!
Is this what you want to listen to.
song.
kno interesting？
It could corup you your gonna go to jail
not gonna go to jail
until I hear some substance some positiviy and some Real Talk ok
thats the end of it O don't wanna hear no more.
12.Real Talk
13.Husslin'
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!
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
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!
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
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!
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
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!
14.I'm Hungry
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
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
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
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!
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
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
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
15.Around Tha World
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
16.Hotel(Vacation Remix)
Vocal：Cassidy／R.Kelly／Trina
Ladiessss (Yea, I go by the name of Cassidy)
Ladies (And I got love for the ladies)
Ladies
Ladies (Fo real)
Ladiesss (Remix)
We're vacationing somewhere on an island
Drinks of all kind
Girl you wanna come to my Hotel
Baby I'll leave you my room key
I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl
And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie
Just when you thought I was done
I come wit the remix
But dis for the hood
Good J-O-B Swiss
Yeah I spit rhymes but I grind to see chix
Cum see the strip its like takin a ski trip
Zero degree wrist 80 a whop
My chain blingy pinky full of radiant rocks
I aint Chingy I'm outside the motel party
Passenger side wit Rob in the Ferrari
I smoke la-la get high like I'm a Marley
Wit the mamiz you can find me where the bar be
Its hot as hell in here got Kels in here
You can smell in the air we got L's in here
Got Cris got Hyp got Belvedere
And ain't nuttin but pretty females in here yeah
Its so terrific on the boat we can float the pacific
And vacation on an island I ain't know existed
We're vacationing somewhere on an island
Drinks of all kind
Girl you wanna come to my Hotel
Baby I'll leave you my room key
I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl
And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie
So if you wanna come to my Hotel
All you gotta do is holla at me
Cuz we havin a after party
Checkin out 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin
Miss trina and I'm off the chain
And you know I do my thing in the Vero Wang
You know I stay clean 20kt pinky ring
I'm the hottest chick and I'll bitch I'm a queen
Da chick of your dreams I'm back on the scene
I'm makin you scream and I'm takin your cream
Now yous a real playa Cassidy
But tell the truth you don't know a bitch as bad as me
After the party is the after party
In the penthouse suite and we actin naughty
Dis chicks so nice got the cris so nice
In the hotel room thoia thoing all nite
And you know I'm ready, L'Pearle teddy
Rock the boat steady till I'm hot and sweaty
In the hotel motel make you wanna go tell
Your homeboys how I put it on you so well
We're vacationing somewhere on an island
Drinks of all kind
Girl you wanna come to my Hotel
Baby I'll leave you my room key
I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl
And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie
So if you wanna come to my Hotel
All you gotta do is holla at me
Cuz we havin a after party
Checkin out 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin
If theres anybody dat do it big in the hotel
Its me see I practically live in the hotel
I put in work in the street
So I can afford to spend 10 grand on room service a week
I got the top chef makin my lunch
And the tip the waiter get prolly more than he make in a month
I'm in the hot tub breaking a blunt
I got 4 freaks in my suite all getting naked at once
While their girlfriends wait in the front
I got plenty cigars and plenty bottles and they not from the
mini bar
I got Swissy looking out for me
I'm in the presidential you can see the whole city from my
balcony
We're vacationing somewhere on an island
Drinks of all kind
Girl you wanna cum to my Hotel
Baby I'll leave you my room key
I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl
And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie
So if you wanna cum to my Hotel
All you gotta do is holla at me
Cuz we havin a after party
Checkin out 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin
Lauuuu 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin
Lauuuu 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin mornin
Yea yea yea here we go
All my girls round the world I do it for yall
I love you babygirl I do it for yall
Da kid Cas got love I do it for yall
When you see me get a hug I do it for yall
I'll sign an autograph I do it for yall
All around the world I do it for yall
Got love for my girls I do it for yall
It's all rite baby girl I do it for yall yeah
Philly I do it for yall
Full Surface J Records we do it for yall
My man Swissy you know the boy do it for yall
Cassidy the problem man I do it for yall
Split Personalities cummin soon yall
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