Cassidy - Split Personality (2004) by Cassidy (보컬) on maniadb.com

Artist: Cassidy
Album: Split Personality
Song: 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...

[R. Kelly] + (Cassidy)
Ladiessss (Yea, I go by the name of Cassidy)
Ladies (And I got love for the ladies)
Ladies
Ladies (Fo real)
Ladiesss (Remix)

[Chorus]
We're vacationing somewhere on an island
(we chillin 4x)
Drinks of all kind
(we chillin 4x)

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

[CASSIDY]
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

[Chorus]
We're vacationing somewhere on an island
(we chillin 4x)
Drinks of all kind
(we chillin 4x)

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

[TRINA]
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 bas 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

[Chorus]
We're vacationing somewhere on an island
(we chillin 4x)
Drinks of all kind
(we chillin 4x)

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

[CASSIDY]
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

[Chorus]
We're vacationing somewhere on an island
(we chillin 4x)
Drinks of all kind
(we chillin 4x)

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

[CASSIDY]
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

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

[Swizz Beatz]
One two, one two, one two, one two, one two
Full Surface, hey, awoo!
One two, one two, one two, one two, one two
Cassidy..
One two, one two, one two, one two, one two
Jazze Phizzy Wezzay
One two, one two, one two, one two, one two
Swizz - The Monster

[Chorus - Jazze Pha] + {Swizz in background}
To my super fly girls, all around the world
Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl
Your so beautiful, girl ya so beautiful
And ya shinin, shinin like lipstick
To them thugs in the club, if ya know ya fly
Some cash in the air, wave 'em side to side
Your so beautiful, (Woman: Boy you know you doin it)
And ya shinin, (Woman: Shining like chrome rims)

[Verse 1 - Cassidy] + {Swizz in background}
I'm 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 I'ma lot of ladies man
And I can't be commited to none, I hit it and run
But my hand glittered, and I get her to cum
I floss on a chick, with the frost on the wrist
And my diamonds shinin, like the gloss on her lips
Ms. Frankie B., thanks to me
When we get to the bar, all drinks is free
I own the party, cause I chrome the Ferrari
Maranello, and this Canary yellow

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Cassidy] + {Swizz in background}
To all my chicks that's strippin, makin the cash
That's beautiful, keep on shakin ya ass
Even though you gettin naked, and you takin it off
You be rakin in the cake, when they be breakin you off
Now where all my girls in school
You will lose in the world, if ya girl a fool
You need brain in ya life, some change in ya life
Some Cognac, and some Champagne in ya life
Or you might need a workin label
You go girl, twist and twirl, twerk it baby
Ladies! we all gon' shine tonight
Get blind, and have a good time tonight

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
It's Full Surface, better notice the name
You can't help, but to notice the chain (ching-ching)
And my fist it bling
I just gave a chick a cold sore, when she kissed the ring
Sing - "I got girls all around the world
And thought I got a hit, I get around ya girl"
Don't take it personal though
Cause I look good, and I'ma good person to know
So, pop ya bottles, pop ya E's
And I got the dutches, got the trees
The kid, get his gig on, bumpin and grindin
Then I hit the hotel, wit a slut and a condom

[Chorus]

(Swizz Beatz)
Ladies and gentlemen!

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

(Verse 1)
How ya doin ma, yea come here, where you goin ma, what up
You in a rush? What's goin' on ma?
You can keep goin' ma but in this cold world
You gon' need a man this thorough to keep you warm ma
You and me? We can take this world by storm ma
So let me have ya math and then I'm gone ma
I'm havin' an afterparty later on ma
So you should cancel whatever you was doin' ma
We can get a 'telly and visit and get it on ma
You wid'it, I hit it 'til 6 in the morn' ma
You ain't hear the song ma? Yea I'm a don ma
So if you ridin' with a playa then c'mon ma

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

(Chorus - Mashonda & {Cassidy})
Me and you {It don't get no betta}
But we can do it all {It don't get no betta}
Our love {It don't get no betta}
Cause you remind me of the first time

(Verse 2)
You know what you remind me of?
The sun that shines above, I think I'm in love
Cause everytime I look in your eyes
They be dumb bright like the sunlight when I look in the sky
And you always look fly, you stay wit' the mean outfit
And got shoes they ain't even come out wit'
Always got ya nails done, always got ya self fixed
You're the type of chick I can see me goin out wit'
And I ain't knockin' ya hustle
But you should be somebody wifey, icey with a rock on your knuckle
And we'll look hot as a couple
Cause you shaped so beautifully and you almost cute as me

(Repeat Bridge)
(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Mm mm mm, wit' ya sexy self
Go to my hotel and undress yourself
And after we have sex, don't stress yourself
I'll still respect you, if you respect yourself
Girl, it's whatever, I get the chedda
When we get together, it don't get no betta
And you can see I'm donnin' cause my arm on chill
It look like I spilled freon on it
I made hella paper on the block
That's why I'm 'bout to put a 3-storee elevator in my yahct
They gon' keep hatin' it boo
But keep holdin' me down strong, this song's dedicated to you

(Repeat Bridge)
(Repeat Chorus)

(Mashonda & {Cassidy})
Baby I can't deny that I'm feeling you
The way that you look and the things you do
No it...{It don't get no betta}
No it...{It don't get no betta}
Baby it don't {Don't get no betta)
No oh, it don't get no betta

(Repeat Bridge)
(Repeat Chorus)

Oh oh oh, we got another one, Full Surface!
I go by the name Cassidy man, the Problem
You dealin' wit' the best, me and Mashonda
It don't get no better than this

(feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Chorus (Cassidy & Female Voice)]
[Female Voice:] I'd like to make sweet love to you
[Cassidy:] What you say you tryin' to do, huh?
[C:] I'll make you scream like
[F:] AHHH!
[C:] And shout like
[F:] AHHH!
[C:] And sing
[F:] Do di do do di do do do
[C:] Now what you say?
[F:] I'd like to make sweet love to you

[Repeat]

[Verse 1 (Cassidy)]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 (Snoop Dogg)]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 (Cassidy)]
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

[Chorus Until Fade]

[Swizz Beats]
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!

[CHORUS] (Swizz Beats) Cassidy
(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)

[VERSE 1] (Swizz Beats)
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!)

[CHORUS] (Swizz Beats)
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!)

[VERSE 2]
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!)

[CHORUS 2x] (Swizz Beats)
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!)

[Intro - Swizz Beatz]
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!

[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
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

[Chorus - Cassidy] + (Swizz Beatz)
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)

[Verse 2 - Styles P.]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
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

(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!

(Repeat Chorus until end)

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
(cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya
(cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya?
(cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha
(cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me

[Cassidy]
Ayo this Cassidy
and niggaz is not fuckin wit me man
yea I'm talkin reckless but you gotta respect it
its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta
Kiss talk to 'em man

[Jadakiss]
yo, you know me K-I-S-S
Kiss of Death LP soon come for ya, bless bless
metalic green paint on the apala the S.S
and I figured the more niggaz 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 on my arms, so I have no problem workin the mack (uh)
neva been a toe steppa, side switcher
a fence jumper, I was ten wit ten pumpers
hustled wit the best of dem
did watever it took to make a quarter I charged niggaz to watch wrestlin
I'm a heavy threat, D-Block, Double R, Full surface yall niggaz ain't ready yet
YEA, NEW YORK IS MINE, PHILLY IS CASS
HOLLA BACK

[Chorus: Jadakiss - 2X]
(cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya
(cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya?
(cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha
(cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me

[Cassidy]
You know me, C-A-S-S, fresh dressed
just coped some new 4-5's and a fresh vest
I get scout, cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex
but less talk, you ain't got no heart in ya left breast
go head, get ya beef on
I let my wolves get they eat on
and leave you wit nothin but ya sneaks on
but it don't matter cuz ya feets gonn
now thats restin in peices so go meet Jesus
You lil boys better ease up
uz them dudes you think hot, will see Cass and then freeze up
You wanna scrap? role ya sleeves up
but, I'd rather squeeze cuz I ain't trynna fuck my trees up
or wrinkle my dickie, I crack the dutch sprinkle the sticky
I know you pissed, I got kiss and them wit me, dig me?
cuz you dudes is haters
and if you bet that I was gonn flop, you gonn LOSE YA PAPER

[Chorus: Jadakiss - 2X]
(cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya
(cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya?
(cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha
(cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me

[Jadakiss]
ayo, get it thru ya head it's no stoppin me
nigga the "R" is Double, the Surface is Full, the Block is D
all it take is a trey 8 and a mask
nigga its Jada and Cas I vision ya face, watin to blast
if money was food yall niggaz be fastin
and we stuffin our face, we eatin wit passion
in the hood 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 insectosides
You bullz better recognize
when the weapon rise
You can catch slugs in ya chest thru ya vest and 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 dews
so I'll blow ya brains out
and then feed it to ya seed like baby food

[Chorus: Jadakiss - 2X]
(cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya
(cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya?
(cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha
(cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me

[Justin:] My blood pressures building
my blood pressures building, my blood pressures build-

[Justin's Dad:] Justin, Justin What this? Who's this?

[J:] This is Cassidy

[JD:] Man...he's talkin' about guns, talkin' about drugs, callin' girls whores, bitches!
Is this what you want to listen to.

[J:] Yeah!

[JD:] What's so positive about it?

[J:] Well he has some positive songs but this is my favorite song.

[JD:] Why what makes it so positive, I mean what makes it so you kno interesting?

[J:] The beat... and the ryhmes and everything else

[JD:] I need you to really focuz on your school work not this ??
It could corup you your gonna go to jail

[J:] Wait! no im not it's just music, its crazy music too but im not gonna go to jail

[JD:] Well, I don't wanna hear no more of this Cassidy CD
until I hear some substance some positiviy and some Real Talk ok
thats the end of it O don't wanna hear no more.

[J:] Alright dad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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
You can't miss me, I'm comin' through

[R Kelly:]
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening
to the sounds of swiss beats.
We got cassidy in here.
Kels! We in our throwbacks.
This is for the ladies,
we got room keys.

[Chorus (R Kelly):]
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 holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party,
checkin' out 6 in the mornin',
6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin',
6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin'
checkin' out 6 in the mornin',
6 in the mornin'

[Cassidy:]
I'm staying in the hotel, not the
motel or the holi-day inn.
If that girl don't participate,
well then I'ma take her friend.
Well if, mami is with it then, mami can
give it then, mami a rider,
I'ma, slide up beside her.
I got a suite, you can creep on through,
I know you tryin' to get your freak on too,
I'll do it all for that (lady), yeah I ball for that
(lady), hit the mall for that (lady),
keep it fly for them (ladies), keep my eye
on them (ladies), hot tub for them (ladies),
pop bub' for them (ladies),
I got love for ma (ladies), yeeah!

[Chorus (R Kelly)]
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 holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party,
checkin' out 6 in the mornin'

[Cassidy:]
We're the new Car-tel, R.Kel
with the kid Cass-idy.
Girl if you man start actin' up,
ask for him or ask for me.
'Cuz see, we could go get it crackin,
but you know what'll 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,
(ladies) it's all for them (ladies).
Yeah I ball for that (ladies),
hit the mall for that, (ladies) keep
it fly for them, (ladies) keep my eye on them,
(ladies) hot tub for them,
(ladies) pop bub' for them,
(ladies) I got love for ma, yeeeah!

[Chorus (R Kelly)]
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 holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party,
checkin' out 6 in the mornin'

[Cassidy:]
We goin' Chi-town steppin' out,
to the club lettin' out, and we goin' sex it out,
'til we all checkin' out. I got my chicks
I'ma bring to the tele, we 'bout to do
the damn thing, sing to 'em Kelly.

[R Kelly:]
It's alright(it's alright) If you wanna come
with me, and fulfill your fantasy,
baby in my hotel suite.
And it's ok, if you wanna party
night 'til day, I will do anything you say.
Just come to my hotel.

[Chorus (R Kelly)]
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 holler at me.
'Cuz we're having an after party,
checkin' out 6 in the mornin'

[Call out:]
You've just heard, a classic,
featuring the one and only, Kels, Cassidy,
Swiss beats the monster (yes i am)
Full service the label,
Rock***the family, Ruff ryders the family.
This one's for the ladies y'all.
The baby, believe it! Get your hands up!
It's over.