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[Announcer]
Ladies And Gentleman I'd like to welcome y'all here tonight You all 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 [Cass the Problem] It's the problem bitch [A] And in that corner is Cassidy the Hustla [Cass the Hustla] It's the hustler ask about me [Announcer] 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 man ad-libbing your shit I don't want your man ad-libbing your shit Touch mics let's go [Cass the Problem] I'm in the zone boy and I got the chrome boy I'll have blood gushing out your dome or 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'm 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 [Cass the Problem] What?! I told you this nigga wasn't f**kin with me you can't be serious [Announcer] Whoa whoa whoa break it up break it up battlers back to your corner [Corner Man] Look kid I told you this shit wasn't gonna be easy [Cass the Hustla] It's ain't gonna be hard [Corner Man] I told you this kid was a problem he not f**kin with you though [Cass the Hustla] He ain't no problem [Corner Man] 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 [Cass the Hustla] 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 MUTHAF**KER ASK ABOUT ME... ASK ABOUT ME PUSSY [Announcer] 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 [Cass the Problem] 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 [Announcer] Ok ok ok that's it that's it Cassidy the hustler you ready? It's your turn eight bars... let's go [Cass the Hustla] 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 [Announcer] 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 [Cass the Hustla] Geah it is what it is don't act surprise [Announcer] Okay kid what are you planning to do after this victory [Cass the Hustla] I mean you know keep getting money keep hustling keep doing what I do And if you bastards doubt me... |
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I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step
Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my dutchie I just be the murda people think that I`m lucky My link lookin huskie get stoned It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on Put the smoke in the air and get stoned The lips sittin` on 2 6s the lips chrome My money used to be immature now my shit grown Big wheels big chromes I`m doin` it big Homes It`s on, it`s on, it`s on the kid home Get tell the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I do my 2 step and let the link swing Hold the drink with the left hand and show the pink ring I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on Ay, yo, they wanna be like me Recreate my flow, immitate my flow, the relate my flow By while they try and take my flow I make my dough Ay, yo, I can make it rain, `cause I been making it snow But yo, I been takin` it slow I wasn`t around But the car crash couldn`t lay the hustla down Na I`m still here for real, I`m still here It wasn`t looking pretty, but Swizzy I`m still here They said I coulda been brain-dead in a wheelchair But I`m standin` in the booth and the skills are still here Yeah, the hustla home, the hustla home Let`s celebrate a toast with a cup of patrone I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on Yeah, yeah, put your dutch in the air Smoke haze, let the smoke raise up in the air You might have seen me in the guiene at a couple of fairs The engine in the trunk the doors go up in the air Yeah and I been gone for a couple of years I done sweat I done bled, shed a couple of tears I ain`t stressin` it`s a blessing that the hustla here Let`s celebrate a toast, put ya cup in the air I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on |
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Uh huh
uh huh uh huh uh huh chorus: if the DA ask me to tell i'm like uh huh they like u wanna go back to jail i'm likeuhhuh stay with the apes and co's i'm like uh huh i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh and thats that i will never ratuh huh verse 1: blow the fuckin whistle im on my fuckin grizzle tryin to make a dolla out a dime and a fuckin nickel i'll knuckle with ya but i got a couple pistols if they fuckin hit uu be dead or a fuckin cripple i'm just fuckin wit u i aint gone bust a pistol cuz i'm on parolle and i aint trying to get fuckin pickled i call my gat acrobat cuz it will fuckin flip u stuff u in a box like some fuckin tissue if you cats got nine lives i hope brought a couple wit u or you won't liveya relatives gone fuckin miss u if u rat i aint fuckin wit u i wouldn't even tell if i seen bin laden buying a fuckin missle if u a snitch i'll come and get u take ya life and the life of the rest of the mice runnin wit u if u pack gats then i'm fuckin wit u but if u live by the gun you gone die by the fuckin pistol (chorus)if the DA ask me to tell i'm like uh huh they like u wanna go back to jail i'm likeuhhuh stay with the apes and co's i'm like uh huh i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh and thats that i will never ratuh huh) verse 2: you aint a killa yet you aint a guerilla yet i bang like i'm at the range and you can be the silouette yea i'm still a threat u can still feel a heck the lead a put ya to bed cuz u soft like a pillow set u pussy's is sweet i'll put ya to sleep the bullets i put in the heat a put ya face on ya feet u can look in my face and see u facin defeat its basically beef dont let me see ya face in the street u better stand on the pavement u aint safe in the street im flippin weight in the street i get cake in the street so what u make in a year i can make in a week or probably a couple hours.. i'm gettin a couple dollars all i'm doin is takin a beat and then speakin the truth on it like dr.king with a speech man you snitches conversate with police but its a difference between a lake and a beach and a grape and a peach motherfucka chorus: if the DA ask me to tell i'm like uh huh they like u wanna go back to jail i'm likeuh huh stay with the apes and co's i'm like uh huh i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh and thats that i will never ratuh huh verse 3: i said u cats rat like the mask on ninja turtles i was being nice cuz u mice bout as big as gerbels lil hamster guiena pig type niggas who be givin information to the pigs with the quickness them kids snitches they'll try to ride against u then sign a sepina and testify against u go to jail never that take a deal never that squeal never that thats that i will never rat (chorus) (Thanks to chris for these lyrics) |
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(feat. Shiz Lansky from Larsiny)
[Chorus:] To get away I got to pray that I'll Make some cheese and get out these crazy streets To get away I got to pray that I'll Make some gwop and get off this crazy block To get away I got to pray that I'll Make some cake and get out this crazy place To get away I got to pray that it'll Be all good if I get oout this crazy hood and I pray [Verse 1:] I pray everyday for a better life but it's never a night I ain't trying to get my cheddar right make it better christ I'm on both of my knees I"m trying to stop coppin' cope by the keys I'm sorry father but I got to keep a toaster to squeeze I be stressin' 'cause the blessings I'm supposed to recieve I ain't gettin' yo I'm supposed to succeed but I didn't yo I didn't know 'cause I was naive but now I'm gettin' dough my son gettin' plead I hit the stage and spit a flow I rip the show and make enough monet to but a brick of snowI get to travel to places you never get to go so I got to move from the block I'm a lot richer yo I'm a lot sicker yo I make hits quicker yo when I blaze the haze and mix it with the liquor yo niggaz know to get cake I need these streets so I'm a stay but I pray that I could leave these streets everyday [Chorus] [Verse 2:] For a life full of transgressions is heaven harder than inner are the roads to the pearly gates all for repenters is the harder the winter the harder the sinner lord I blow so much kush the answers hard to remember I knowI ought to go to church and pay my tides but I'd rather pay the hand I'm delt and wake my eyes and I drop to my knees and I pray my god that when you save my soul you save my squad 'cause they some viscious killas that'll spare no life they don't pray to our lie and they don't fear no christ so don't where no ice 'cause they'll run up and clap you dummy which proves my thoery the route to evil's the lack of money so that's the reason why I stack my monet I'm tryin to move from these streets and consentrate on this rapper money [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Man we supposed to be family and we all hood if we all could get money it'll be all good 'cause we all street but we all deep I'm tryin' to make more to make sure that we all eat until we all fall then we get fed then get bread we hustlin' to try to stop sufferin' yea I put my L in the air I got love for them and everyday I pray that they stop strugglin' for real [Chorus] |
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Did My Time In A County Jail
Just When Fiens Started Goin There And I Paied The Price For The Crimes I Did I'm A Innocent Man... misunderstood I'm A Innocent Man... just From The Hood I'm A Innocent Man... misunderstood I'm A Innocent Man... just From The Hood I Do The Damn Thing Bezzel And The Band Bling Sling Grams Spend 10 Grand On A Damn Ring I Run Philly, I Ain't Tryin Be The Damn King But The Damn Thing Can Get Pulled Like A Hamstring I Use To Hang With These Niggas From My Hood Mane Yea I Showed Them The World I Took Them Out The Hood Mane Yea It Cost Some Cahnge But It's All Good Mane Cause I Got Money To Burn Like Pack Woods Mane And We Was Smoking, Joking And Poppin Bottles Getting Open Storking Poking And Poppin Modles I Was Hoping That They Could Get Paper With Me But When I Start Gettin Cake They Start Hating On Me They Showed Up To The Crib That My Mother Was At, My Son Baby Mother And My Brother Was At And The Was Straped Acting Tuff And Start Busting The Gak And Th Protect My Family I Start Busting It Back... bllllllaaaaakkk Jail Vecios It's Hard To Be Paitencnt And Stay Strong When You Get Pictures Of Chicks Half Naked In They Thongs The Anticipation Be Makin The Days Long I Waited Cause I Just Gotta Make It Like Trey Songs My Lawyers Could'ntLoose The Prooved The D-a Wrong I Smilled At The Trial, Kept Cool And Stayed Clam I Waved At My Mom And Swolloed My Pride Man Them Guys On The Stand Brought Tears To My Eyes Man The Stuff They Was Disscussing Was Notheing But Lies Man They Said I Bust The Chrome At Homie That Died Man I Thought Them Lil Dudes Was Apart Of My Squad Man They Started Actin Up But They Musta Been High Man You See That I Ain't Shook From The Look In My Eyes Man But Being Booked Was A Blessing In Disquise Man I Needed Time To Get My Life Organized Man So Everything That Happend Was Part Of My Gods Plan Involentary Manslaughter Just Porole I Spanked The Murder Like A Bad Ass 6 Year Old I Knew That I Was Gone Be Rich Since I Was 6 Years Old Now I'm The Richest Rapper Under 26 Years Old So It's On Now, I'm Home Now It's A Celebration I Got My Drink And My 2 Step Cause I'm Elevating I'm Gettin Hela Cakin With The Number One Record But I'll Still Bust My Gun If You Come Test It... yea Change The Life... that I Live Got Me Living Fine... negative Is The Game... destroying Me? So I Pray To God That He Has My Seed Tea I'm A Innocent Man They Tried To Give Me The Death Penalty Or Life Witout The Possibility Of Porole But Thanks To God I'm Here Now And I Wanna Say Rest In Peace To Desmond Hawkins And I Wanna Give Respects Out To His Family Cause They Didn't Have Nothing To Do With It I Apologize But You Really Can't Knock Me For Riding For My Famliy Cause You Would Do The Same... fa Real |
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Cassidy
E-V-E And Bone Thugs [x4] [Cassidy:] Yo to get the cash I get the mask My trigga finga itch so I'm quick to blast I'm quick to spaz I'll strip ya ass Put a bullet in the clip and come get ya ass Nigga this bones an mista cass Niggas on my dick like you with them cats Niggas never heardd me spit this fast got niggas on the strip if you hit the glass (yo switch it cas) I can change the flow Yo you the type of cat that give my name to po po You a rat, you a lame with no doe Push ya weight back when I bang the fo fo I grip it and blast for it Nigga you can get it if you ask for it I can spit it in fast fowardd (or I can go it slower) Chop and screw it Had the whole midwest rockin to it Had the whole ddown south snappin to it Get the whole east coast back into it I'm the cat to do Whole west coast gone bang to this I ddo this for my niggas with cain to pitch They never should have let me get the hang of this Now I spit game so dangerous I'm amazin homes When I raise the chrome Put the laza on then blaze the chrome Thou shall never fuck with lazy bone Can't forget wish and crazy bone And bes believe that if you fuck with eve I'm gonna kill you I rep to the def F to the s man it don't get no reala [Chorus: x2] I'm a tell you like a nigga told me I'm a tell you like a nigga told me I'm a tell you like a nigga told me Cash rulez everything around me [Krayzie Bone:] Niggas better listen to the warnin Run up on a nigga he die Can't find him till the mornin Believe me ain't scared to put it on ya Leave you in a feild in califonia Nigga make money, get money, big money Casue when a motha fucka broke ain't shit funny Betta believe Cash rule everything around me So don't bring yo broke ass around me Spitta Nigga wigga? For the scrilla Killa Dolla billa And in the middle of the drama I'm gonna be goin inside of ya pocket For the profit So drop it Nigga this cas and bone Light up some hash and pass the chrome Any nigga with a missunderstandin gone get handled And that's for sho [Wish Bone:] Nigga shut it down We ddont fuck around If a nigga disrespect make him lay ddown You can get it in the street And I'm raised up Nigga lay face ddown Nigga give me that shit What I'm posed to do When a nigga ridde through With his moneyy I want itt What I'm tryin to say been doin this stuff Fake niggas ddt want ittt Hit hard drop a body guard You don't want what's over here Nigga betta watch ya braud Cause she ?? Andd we will bring it over there Nigga this bone and cas who can fuck with that Ain't no body gone rat we no that Make a nigga bow down Cut him all in the face His hole camp on hush Nigga that's our ways [Chorus] [Lazy Bone:] Betta give me my money man I ain't runnin games Me an lil cas like one in the same We want it, we need it you betta believe it An if you ain't got it we got it mann I ain't askin twice I never been that nice No niggas been killed for a game of dice He come short on the dept and he paid the price Stayin at home with a safety light Choose to gamble Mista ramble Nigga like that get made example I'm a tell you like a biggy sample Come short on the ddope Get ya contract canceled I'm out sidde first with pleny of amo This full surface nig hard to handle Nigga run up betta bet he get dismantled Got him glues to the tank? can't change the chanel [Eve:] I was born to be a rich bitch Can't ever block me from this though Nigga riddiculous Ya you see me Earned this head to toe Nigga witness You can't stop me pop on the jet head to paris for a hour Jus to cop me a dress You call it crazy Well I call it life And I'm makin sure I'm all good Nigga it's hard to rich fuck broke I remember that bein in the hood And I ain't never goin back Fuck that Got to much of what I want and need Ya you hatas we love you hate it Cassidy bones and eve [Chorus] |
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Who's side are you leanin on?
Im leanin on the lord side I lean I lean I lean I lean Im leanin on the lord side 3x Heres a story bouta yungin dat started off strugglin He didnt like his life so he started off hustlin He was doin good in the hood wit the kane Whole hood knew his name he had neighborhood fame Now he stay dressed up just copped the fresh drugs Stepped his rep up plus he stepped his connect up But guess what? He dont even mess wit his old niggaz they hatin cause he makin more money then those niggaz So one day when he was chillin on the block dealin rock tryna make a killin on the block Some doods came ass down told him lay his ass down then they blast rounds and start fillin him wit shots He cant feel his legs got gras in his head joe he might be paraylzed but he coulda been dead tho He on his bed joe prayin to god that if he survive that he promise to stay on his side. (fareal) (chorus) Who's side are you leanin on? Im leanin on the lord side I lean I lean I lean I lean Im leanin on the lord side 3x Heres a story bouta shorty chasin the cream Her daddy was a inmate, her mommmy was a fiend Her grandmom old so she couldnt get control of her It was all love till the drugs took hold of her First it was liquor then it was weed Then next came the wet then the serve and vease ease Oxycotton she poppin them pills and if you gotta couple dollas she'll hop in them wheels (fareal) Until one day a nigga wit paper took her out got her built up and raped her Fam even had a camcorder and taped her And soon as her high faded shorty felt violated So she stopped gettin high all the damn time Only person she could talk to was her grandmom Now every sunday she be goin to church wit her She leaned on the lord now he startin to work wit her. (yamean) (chorus) Who's side are you leanin on? Im leanin on the lord side I lean I lean I lean I lean Im leanin on the lord side 2x Heres a story bouta yung rapper named cassidy He started off at 13 i mean he actually Signed his first deal when he was still goin to high skoo 10th grade way back then he was a fly dood He played by the rules determined to get cake He started off battlin and rippin the mixtapes But he didnt take the same path that the rest do He dropped a debute that was highly successful Thats when the respect came Thats when the checks came He realized life is like playin a chess game Him and swiss they started makin the next album They say when you make more money expect problems But the problem that he faced was unheard of They locked em up no bail and charged him with murder But now he got his freedom restored And he livin his dream thats why he leanin on the side of the lord. (yamean) (chorus) Who's side are you leanin on? Im leanin on the lord side I lean I lean I lean I lean Im leanin on the lord side 6x |
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[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game When it's gone come back, come back? I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap Man I done been there and done that Let's move on [Verse 1:] Damn I used to love this rap shit (I used loved it) When it was on some gold robe, cane, gold hat shit Now every rapper on some bust the gat shit Cut that crack shit Fuck that wack shit Public Enemy was on some power to black shit Rap cats need to get back on that shit (real talk) They need to try switchin they flows Cause all of our women ain't bitches and hoes And er'y rapper out got a brick on the stove And wrists all frooze, and whip on roads To hear that, I can listen to Hov You bullshittin then you gettin exposed [Hook: x2] Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game Whens it's gone come back, come back? I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap Man I done been there and done that Let's move on [Verse 2:] Yo what happened to the game? All these niggas rappin the same and that's lame (that's lame) Cats hustlin, bustin they gat Curtis Blow never talked about hustlin crack (noooo) Yo, Evrybody on the grind But Run DMC never killed nobody in a rhyme They wasn't on that beef shit And Melle Mel was the first one to talk that street shit Ever since NWA came out Cats turned gangsta and took that same rout (man) Ya hear that I could listen to Pac You bullshitin the mission'll stop [Hook: x2] Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game When it's gone come back, come back I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap Man I done been there and done that Let's move on [Verse 3:] I don't even listen to rap now (nope) It make my head hurt when I listen to cats now It sound like they all rhymin in one booth So take the industry n put them all in one group Since they all on the same page We should be able to boo them dudes off the same stage (boooo) For real, I still love this rap shit Even though the A wanna whip that snap shit Even though the Bay wanna rip that hyphy When I get on the mic niggas still gone like me The head crack[? ], you can listen to me You bullshitin you ain't sicker than me [Hook: x2] Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game When it's gone come back, come back? I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap Man I done been there and done that Let's move on |
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[Chorus: Cassidy]
It's a blessin that I'm even alive It's a reason that I'm breathin, I believe there's a God Hey... look what he done for me Look-look-look, look-look-look, look what he done for me Hey; some people choose not to believe But I pray e'ry day when I drop to my knees I say - look what you done for me Look-look-look, look-look-look, look what you done for me [Cassidy:] Hey! I wake up e'ry day and say thank you When I'm floatin off course then the Lord is my anchor I know you feelin me ain'tcha? When I kill time with my son that's keepin it gangster I'm done beefin cause I'm eatin I feel bein a father to my son that's keepin it real (I'll) And I'm the one providin at home So I can't leave my seed to survive on his own, NOOO~! No, it's not optional man That's why I maneuver through the obstacles man And, I watch for the snakes that's in the grass So I can stay alive and be a daddy to Cas [Chorus] [Cassidy:] Hey! I pray another rapper don't get shot Cause the media's gon' blame it on hip-hop Look at Big L, Soulja Slim and Big Pop' Jam Master Jay, the boy Proof and the kid 'Pac You and me gon' have to see to it the (shit) stop If not, they gon' bring rap to a pitstop Plus the hip-hop cops ain't a myth ock They'll love to sit you in the box if you slip ock You a big shot, you will get more time Look at C-Murder, Cool C and the boy Shyne Beans and Kim got a day and a year It's rules to the game and they ain't playin it fair, yeah [Chorus] [Cassidy:] Hey! God is good, God is great It's a reason that I'm breathin and it gotta be faith And I'm thankful that I'm eatin, there's a lot on my plate If the Lord wasn't watchin I'd be ridin upstate Hey, so I wake up e'ry day and say thank you When I'm floatin off course, then the Lord is my anchor I know you feelin me ain'tcha? See Christ died on the cross, that's keepin it gangster [Chorus] Hey! |
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(feat. Angie Stone)
[Intro: Cassidy] Whose side are you leanin' on? I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side [Chorus: Angie Stone] Whose side are you leanin' on? I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side [x2] [Verse 1:] Here's a story about a youngin' that started off strugglin' He didn't like his life so he started off hustlin' He was doin good in the hood with the cane Whole hood knew his name, he had neighborhood fame Now he stays dressed up Just copped the fresh trucks Stepped his rep up, plus he stepped his connect up But guess what, he don't even mess with his old niggas They hatin' cause he makin' more money those niggas So one day when he was chillin on the block, dealin' rock Tryin' to make a killin' on the block Some dudes came, masks down, told him lay his ass down Then they blasts rounds and started fillin' him with shots He can't feel his legs, got grazed in his head yo He might be paralyzed but he could've been dead though He on his bed yo, prayin' to God If he survives that he promise to stay on his side [Chorus x2] Here's a story about a shorty chasin' the cream Her daddy was an inmate, her mommy was a fiend Her grandmoms old so she couldn't get control of her It was all love 'til the drugs took a hold of her First it was liquor then it was weed Then next came the wet then the syrup and V's, E's Oxy Contin, she poppin' them pills And if you got a couple dollars she'll hop in your wheel (For real) Until one day a nigga with paper Took her out, got her pilled up then he raped up Fam even had a camcorder and taped her As soon as her high faded, shorty felt violated So she stopped gettin' high all the damn time Only person she could talk to was her grandmom Now every Sunday she be goin' to church with her She leaned on the lord, now he startin' to work with her [Chorus x2] Here's a story about a young rapper named Cassidy He started off at 13, I mean he actually Signed his first deal when he was still goin' to high school 10th grade, way back then he was a fly dude He played by the rules, determined to get cake He started off battlin' and rippin' the mixtapes But he didn't take the same path that the rest do He dropped a debut that was highly successful That's when the respect came, that's when the checks came He realized life is like playin' a chess game Him and Swizz, they started makin' the next album They say when you make more money expect problems But the problem that he faced was unheard of They locked him up, no bail and charged him with murder But now he got his freedom restored And he livin' his dream that's why he leanin' on the side of the lord [Chorus x6] |
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[Swizz Beatz:] Beautiful day
[Cassidy:] It's a beautiful day [Mashond:] What a beautiful day [Swizz Beatz:] Start up the engine [Bridge:] We rollin' in the six fo And all your hearin' is All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is Flyin in the G-Fo' And all your hearin' is All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is Let Me Take You Awaa (Mashonda) [Chorus:] Can we take a trip Baby I don't mind There we go, aslong as your all mine We can drive or walk Baby we can fly Aslong as you take me away I'll be makin' you say [Verse 1:] I'm flying in the G-Fo' And when I land you should be standing there with the keys in your hand Then we ridin in the six Fo' You my chick so All them other chicks I was with, can call it quits yo You the chick I with yo And I don't like to kiss But Aytime we kiss, I can't let your lips go I love you like my Pistol With' you I stay safe, so you can stay straight We go have to vacate And go take a trip yo Go and relax, you can shop when you land, you don't even need to pack I ain't letting this go I'm holding on it for life Tomorow night, but we boarding the flight Aightt [Chorus:] Can we take a trip Baby I don't mind There we go, aslong as your all mine We can drive or walk Baby we can fly Aslong as you take me away I'll be makin' you say Uh My, Oh My Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say Ah Ah, UH Ah La, La, La, La, La, LA, La [Verse 2:] I'm selling on Swizz yaught You know I get gwapt I can spend about house money just on a wrist watch So you know my chick hot And got a nice face But she got a tight waste She in tip-top Shape But still thick like Rib-top Without effort, she break records like a Disk Jock Shawty 'bout to get got Cause she hard as nails She that broad, it ain't hard to tell Well me and shawty live life Then I took her to bed And before she fell to sleep, I said Girl I love you more then hip-hop You a women, or wife I think I finally met a women I like Righttt [Chorus:] Can we take a trip Baby I don't mind There we go, aslong as your all mine We can drive or walk Baby we can fly Aslong as you take me away I'll be makin' you say Uh My, Oh My Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say Ah Ah, UH Ah La, La, La, La, La, LA, La [Verse 3:] The boy Cas' serious All you hearing is All you hearing is All you hearing is She'd be delerious of the experience Cause' I'm a straight thug that know how to make love If she ain't on her period Then I'm getting it done I gotta let her feel the tip of the tounge Then ride out like a chariot So even if I'm gone She can't forget about the trip we was on Cum'on [Chorus:] Can we take a trip Baby I don't mind There we go, aslong as your all mine We can drive or walk Baby we can fly Aslong as you take me away I'll be makin' you say Uh My, Oh My Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say Ah Ah, UH Ah La, La, La, La, La, LA, La [Outro:] We rollin' in the six fo And all your hearin' is All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is Flyin in the G-Fo' And all your hearin' is All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is |
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(feat. John Legend)
[Intro and rapping: Cassidy] I used to pump dimes, now I spit punchlines I'm tired of cats tryin' to rap cus they want shine I be writing to enlighten those that was once blind This political warfare, and I'm on the front line I'm a soldier who grew to be a general, but generals is soldiers too (true) And I'm willing to do what soldiers do, but you know an animal can't control a zoo (uh uh) And I always been a leader, I control my crew. You gotta school other dudes tryin' to roll with you. And I'm getting more mature, I'm gettin' older too, but I'mma rock till it's over like Hova do. And I don't tell lies like most of you, I really did sell piles, held toasters too. I might exaggerate a little but it's mostly true, and the truth come to the light like it's supposed to do. Get the obituary ready, get the Reverend, my old style died, and went to punchline heaven. You cats know that that's my flow, I'm a legend, big up John Legend for doing the song. Ay, wanwan Kayne, I ain't a Juvenile, but I been on the grind-yee, I had a murder case, I was facin some time-yee, but that's somethin' small to a giant like Andre, And they was talkin' 'bout givin' me life, ya'll but I knew I was leavin' for belivin' in Christ, Ya'll, you could live it up, but don't give up the fight, ya'll, we elevatin, so we celebratin the night, ya'll. Hang on lil' girl, soon all your troubles will be gone lil' girl, sometimes you probably wish you wasn't born lil' girl, But God know what he doin', lil' girl (uh huh), so keep fightin. And hang on lil' man, you can't quit now, keep goin' lil' man, sometimes you probably wish you wasn't born lil' man, But God know what he doin' lil' man (uh huh), so keep fightin. [Outro] |
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I don't have no one, but me myself and I, listen, I gotta get some work done man, I ain't come in the studio just to chill, na na, this nigga swizz just flew out, this nigga ne yo sleep, so I'm a go over to this mp and see if I can come up with my own track to keep it movin' yea let me try that, aight, find these drums, yea this knockin, yea that's crazy right there, yea, I'm feelin that, ok, let me add these high hats, ok, I think I'm gettin the hang out of this joint man, aight, I'm a make this beat myself man, now let me add this scratch, ok and the crash, breakdown, add this 808 drum and get it knockin a lil bit more, that's crazy, I'm feeling this track right here man, all I gotta do is spit somethin crazy, it's a wrap...
[verse 1:] I'm in the zone all by myself, I'm alone all by myself I'm on my own, But homes I could set the tone myself, And make the track that I could rap on myself I wrote the rap myself, did the track myself, went in the booth produced that myself, I did the bass did the claps myself, did the drums snares and the high hats myself, uh I play each sound I'm banging out beats now, the only one with heat now holdin the streets down, I paint pictures everybody could see but besides god I ain't got nobody but me... [hook: x2] I'm in the zone all by myself I'm alone all by myself, But I don't need nobody else, but me... and god... [verse 2:] I wanna thank my fans, good lookin for the mail, Cause I was goin through it when they put me in the jail, they put me in the cell, just me and the rats, and my relationship with god is what kept me relaxed, DA will say anything except for the facts, and they had alot of evidence except for the gats, Before they prove you guilty they will treat you like a criminal, they tried to give me first degree they said it was intentional, I had to get shit together on my own, the media was talkin like I'm never comin home, me and my mother used to talk together on the phone, she said keep your faith and you will beat this case, yup [hook x2] [verse 3:] I gotta clique that'll grip steel for me, I gotta squad that'll ride that'll kill for me, But I argue and fight with my own mother, and now a days you can't even trust your own brother, So make sure you keep your enemies the closest to you, cause your friends will the ones who put the toasters to you, that's why u gotta watch your surroundins, cause niggas that can swim love watchin you drownin, so only real niggas chill with me, but ain't nobody gonna pay my bills but me, see, you might got a crew that can help, but if you want it done right u gotta do it yourself [hook x2] |
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