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Cassidy lyrics - B-Boy Stance

album: I'm A Hustla (2005)
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Chillin' in the club in my B-Boy stance 
My hoodie on wit my gun in my pants

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Swizz Beats: 
Chillin' in the club in my B-Boy stance 
My hoodie on wit my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death 
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death 
I said I'm chillin' in the club in my B-Boy stance 
My hoodie on wit my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death 
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death 

Verse 1 
Cassidy: 
I'm, fresh to death dressed to impress, yes 
Fresh for real, dressed to kill 
I'm the best for real I was blessed with skills 
The FS in my necklace ill 
I'ma threat for real 
I come at niggas necks for real 
Try'na build my success got me stressed for real 
I done gained my respect cause I'm extra real 
And I'm extra fly you just extra high 
If it wasn't for them drugs you'd be extra shy 
Knowin' if I throw them slugs you gon' testify 
F the extra shit get a extra clip 
I get some extra lip just expect to die alright 
I'll put a hole in ya head cause I hold bread 
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran an old head 
Clappin' the pound we ain't pattin' 'em the gown 
And I stay strapped, man I got my gat on me now 
I'm just... 

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Verse 2 
Cassidy: 
I get it poppin' on the block like a B-Boy 
If you cop a couple of rocks you get a free boy 
You can take a couple of shots to get a kilo 
If you try to take what I got or stick me boy 
See boy, try to fuck around wit' me boy 
The risk like fuckin' a bitch with no C boy 
I'm a G boy 
Get smoked by the three boy 
Coke by the key boy 
Got dope and the E boy 
Me boy, I'm 'bout to take the industry over 
Like for war we was meant to be soldiers 
I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be HOVA 
Pretend to be Big 
Pretend to be Pac 
Pretend to be hot 
But all that pretending gon' eventually stop 
And the slugs gon' eventually pop 
Cause all the real thugs in the box 
Or the penitentiary ox 
VIP lookin' like a penitentiary block 
When I'm... 

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Verse 3 
Cassidy: 
I'm fresh to death like a million bucks 
My Benz got big rims and my ceilin' lift up 
Depending on how I'm feeling might be willing the truck 
Either way the chicks still on my nuts 
Ya know I'm saying 
And I ain't playing with them niggas that be feelin' they tough 
I ain't a killa but you still'll get touched 
I network sweatshirt with the hood 
I be stealin' the snuff 
And my lil' man fillin' the dutch 
While chillin' the cut 
All my lean chicks feelin' my stance 
Chinese spring on the jeans chicks feelin' my pants 
And I got the steal in my pants 
Don't grind on me 
I can't dance I got the 9 on me 
Heckler and Cotch mami 
Fresh from the box mami 
Gotcha panani wet cause I'm fresh to the sox mami 
Fresh from the block mami 
So I makin' it fun 
See lifes a bitch but I'm makin' her cum 
And I'm... 

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