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Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler

And I brought two of my niggas with me

And we about to shut the industry down

Ayo Weezy, let's get it poppin'

Hit me, fuck that shit, this the South Side

Got a fat dick when your mouth wide

I'm from the take-it-outside, no, do it right ya

No, how 'bout later on? Yeah, when everybody home

Look, you fuckin' with Weezy F. Baby, please say the baby

Ridin' with your bitch, got keys on the lady

Triple gold D's, Vogue tires on the whip

Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than a whip, yeah

Higher than a angel or hotter than the devil

The pot or a kettle or the metal

Let 'em burn like Usher but worser

If it's any beef, I come run like Mercer

Word up, Eagle Street, I'm throwin' my curb up

We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbet

I got flow, I'm like, "Sure, but"

If it's 'bout dough, I'm like, "Sure 'nough"

I'm from the Bird bunch

Birdman, J.R., you niggas bird lunch

I see your lips movin', but I ain't heard much

You see the wrist movin'? It look like pure punch

I hear the player hatin', but I don't endorse such

I got the Escalade, guts like a tour bus

I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup

And in the tires is where the package is gone

Meyers spin a Goodyear with these Firestones

I spit like Myers poems, poem and chromers

For the buyer's chromosomes, I got Somas

I got Vicodins, Valiums, I ain't stoppin'

Got powder, heroin, X, Oxycontin

And that's how we rockin'

How can you hear that bop unless I'm beboppin'?

Yeah, skip when you hear that click

Cash Money, nigga, I'm that shit

Weezy Baby, uh

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout

Now Fag, spit at these niggas

And let 'em know why they ain't fuckin' with you

You goddamn right, I'm feelin' myself

A chauffeur? No, sir, I'm wheelin' myself

Lookin' for a chick chillin' for self

So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killin' herself

I'm havin' problems dealin' with wealth

But you wouldn't understand it until you get a million yourself

You niggas must've got a deal for your health

Your CD is posin' food, it just chill on the shelf

I spend big, at any time, I can start splurgin'

The twin SIGs open chests like a heart surgeon

And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue-collar crook

But I keep a stack thick as few college books

I got a new polished look

And twenty dime bitches to show y'all niggas how my two dollars look

The boy got at least six digits on

So the gun's gotta be at least midget long

The money is like ten bridges long

I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on

I got some good smoke just for puffers

The two-gram twenties make the hustlers suffer

Plus it's fluffer than a cotton ball

I've gotten calls wantin' me to put the pot in malls

But nowadays, you can't put it past 'em

I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm 'bout to throw some bullets past 'em

And the niggas in the hood keep quotin' my lines

I don't jump ship, I keep floatin' in mine

Long as I keep totin', I'm fine

I'ma have these dick suckin' niggas deep-throatin' the nine

I jumped in the England shift Benz and whipped

It's Terminator 2 chrome, the engine's dipped

I'm readin' scripts, no, not the penmanship

The box office shit, I'll box off this bitch

Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst

And still make a mil' on the first of months

These dudes be the first to front

'Til their family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front

I'm in a top position, I can make you a proposition

I'm in the hardtop waitin' on the drop edition

The hell with the patience

I'ma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations

Yeah, it is what it is

My niggas just killed y'all, and I'ma close the casket

I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me, y'all

I work hard for the fame, the game stressin' me, y'all

All they do is complain, what they expect from me, y'all?

From the hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me, y'all

And even overseas, they acceptin' me, y'all

All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me, y'all

I get a lot of dirty money, so expect me to ball

But I'm savin' all my checks, I'm investin' 'em all

They say what goes up is gon' definitely fall

Even the stars, but success is my destiny, y'all

Look, I cook tracks, I got the recipe, y'all

You can't name another cat that could mess with me, y'all

At the shows, all the hoes be molestin' me, y'all

I got broads cryin', tryin' to get next to me, y'all

I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex with me, y'all

Screamin', "Cass, you don't know how sexy you are"

And I'm happy I'm alive, God blessin' me, y'all

And all the problems that arrive is God testin' me, y'all

So I pray every day, but I ain't prayin' too much

'Cause I be sinnin' every day, so I ain't prayin' enough

And we all could be beat, and I ain't sayin' I'm tough

But if it's beef, I don't speak, I ain't sayin', "What's up?"

If it's beef when we meet, then I'm sprayin' shit up

Brrat-brrat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that's that

'Cause that cat you embracin' with love

Might clap that gat 'cause he got hate in his blood

Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close

'Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most

Some cats'll hang themself if you give 'em a rope

Burn the bridge and don't give 'em a boat

Let 'em sink, sometime you gotta give 'em some time and let 'em think

But sometime you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink

You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink

I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink

'Cause soon as your eyes shut, them niggas'll ride up

And the guys that you trusted be gettin' you tied up

We all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave

That's why even if it's petty, I'll be ready to squeeze

But for the cheddar, the cheese, the guap, or mula

I'll pop the Ruger, send that hot shit through ya

Like booyah, that's the sound when the pound bustin'

Ooh, ahh, you'll be layin' on the ground sufferin'

Clown, it's nothin' to pull out and blast you

I try to only resort to violence if I have to

But man, niggas out here ain't playin' fair

So before the odds even, I'm leavin' 'em layin' there

And I ain't even playin', believe what I'm sayin' here

'Cause before the shit get further, your clique get murdered

And thrown in a hole in the grass

For tryin' to play that thug role, I'll stomp a mudhole in your ass

And this Cass, nigga, I'm that sick

Full Surface, nigga, I'm that shit, bitch