album: I'm A Hustla (2005)
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Cassidy] 
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler 
And I brought two of my niggaz with me 
and we about to shut the industry down 
Aiyyo Wheezy let's get it poppin! 

[Lil Wayne] 
Hit me! 
Fuck that shit this the south side, I got a fat dick when yo mouth wide 
I've come to take outside, nah do it right here 
nah hop out later on when everybodys home, "show you Who You Fuckin' With?" 
Wheezy F baby, please say the baby 
Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady 
Triple gold D's Volgue tires on the whip 
Young Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whip 
Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil 
The pot or kettle, uh 
The metal let 'em burn like Usher 
If there's any beef I come running like Mertza 
Word up, eagle street I'm throwing my curve up 
We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbert 
I got flow I'm like "Sure nuf" but, if it's about dough I'm like "Sure 'nuff" 
I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you niggaz bird lunch 
I see your lips moving but I ain't heard much 
You see the wirst moving, it look like pure punch 
I hear the playa hating but I don't endorse such 
I got the Escalade, guts like the tour bus 
I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup 
And in the tires little package is gone 
Might I spend a good deal with these Firestones 
I spit like Myer's bones, born in chromers 
For the buyers chromosomes I got somas
I got vicadens, valiums I ain't stopping 
Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin 
And that's how we rocking 
How can you hear that bop unless I'm be-bopping 
Yeah skip when you hear that click 
Cash money nigga I'm that shit 
I leave the begging ungh! 

[Cassidy] 
That's what I'm talking about 
Now Fab, spit at these n****s and let them know why they ain't fuckin with you 

[Fabolous] 
Your goddamn right I'm feeling myself 
A chauffeur no sir, I'm wheeling myself 
Looking for a chick chilling for self 
So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killing herself 
I'm having problems dealing with wealth 
But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a million yourself 
You niggas must've got a deal for your health 
Your cd is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf 
I spend big, at any time I can start splurging 
The twin cigs open chests like a heart surgeon 
And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook 
But I keep a stack thick as few college books 
I got a new polished look 
And twenty dime bitches, to show y'all niigas how my two dollars look 
The boy's got at least six digits on 
So the guns gotta be at least midget long 
The money, is like ten bridges long 
I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on 
I got some good smoke just for puffers 
The two grand twenty's make the hustlers suffer 
Plus it's fluffer, than a cotton ball 
I've gotten calls wanting me to put the pot in malls 
But nowadays you can't put it past 'em 
I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm bout to throw some bullets past 'em 
And the niggas in the hood keep quoting my lines 
I don't jump ship I keep floating in mine 
Long as I keep toting I'm fine 
I'mma have these dick sucking niggas deep-throating the nine 
I jumped in the English ship, Benzed whip 
It's Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip 
I'm reading scripts no, not the penmanship (no) 
The box-office shit (yeah), I box off this bitch (yeah) 
Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst 
And still make a mil' off the first of months 
These dudes be the first to front 
'Til they family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front 
I'm in the top position, I can make you a proposition 
I'm in the hard top waiting on the drop edition 
To hell with the patience 
I'mma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations 

[Cassidy] 
Yeah it is what it is, my n****s just killed y'all and I'mma close the casket 
I'm tryin not to let this industry get the best of me y'all 
I work hard in the game, the game's stressing me y'all 
All they do is complain what they expect from me y'all 
From the hood to Hollywood they respecting me y'all 
And even overseas they accepting me y'all 
All the ladies show me love, the thugs repping me y'all 
I get a lot of dirty money so respect me or fall 
But I'm saving all my checks, I'm investing 'em all 
They say, what goes up is gon' definitely fall 
Even the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all 
Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe y'all 
You can't name another cat that can mess with me y'all 
At the shows all the hoes be molesting me y'all 
I got broads crying trying to get next to me y'all 
I got broads craving begging to have sex with me y'all 
Screaming, "Cash you don't know how sexy you are!" 
And I'm happy I'm alive, God's blessing me y'all 
And all the problems that arrive is God testing me y'all 
So I pray everyday but I ain't praying too much 
Cause I be sinning everyday so I ain't praying enough 
And we all could be beat, and I ain't saying I'm tough 
But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up" 
If it's beef when we meet then I'm spaying shit up 
Prraat prraat.I ain't saying too much and that's that 
Cause that cat you embracing with love 
Might clap that gat cause he got hate in his blood 
Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close 
Cause the folks you call friends can envy the most 
Some cats'll hang themselves if you give 'em a rope 
Burn the bridge and don't give a boat, let 'em sink 
Sometimes you gotta give 'em some some time to let 'em think 
But sometimes you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink 
You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink 
I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink 
As soon as your eyes shut, them n****s will ride up 
And the guys that you trusted be getting you tied up 
And we all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave 
That's why even if it's petty I'll be ready to squeeze 
But put a cheddar in cheese, guac-a-moola 
I pop the ruger, send that hot shit through ya! 
Like booya! That's the sound when the pound busting 
Ooh, ah, you'll be laying on the ground suffering 
Clowning's nothing to pull out and blast you 
I try to only resort to violence if I have to 
But man n****s out here are playing fair 
So before the odds are even I'm leaving them laying there 
And I ain't even playing believe what I'm saying here 
Cause before this shit gets further your click gets murdered 
And found in a hole in the grass 
For trying to play that thug role I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass 
And this Cass, n**** I'm that sick 
Full Surface n**** I'm that shit, bitch!

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