Cassidy

Cassidy - 6 Minutes songtekst

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Artist: Cassidy f/ Fabolous, Lil Wayne

Album:  I'm a Hustla

Song:   6 Minutes

{Cassidy speaks in the beginning and between each verse}



[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

Ayo Wheezy let's get it poppin!



[Lil Wayne]

Hit me!

Fuck that shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide

I've come to take outside, nah do it right here

Hop out later on yea on everybody's home that you fuckin with

Wheezy F baby, please say the baby

Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady

Triple gold D's four tires on the whip

Young Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whip

Yeah, higher than an angel, amd hotter than the devil

The pot or kettle, uh

The metal let 'em burn like Usher but worser, 

If there's any beef I come Ron like Mercer, uh

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" 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

Mayne its been a GoodYear with these Firestones

I spit like Myer's bones, born in chromers

For the buyers chromosomes I got summers

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

Weezy Baby!!!



[Cassidy]

That's what I'm talking about

Now Fab, spit at these niggaz 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 niggaz 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 pictures, to show y'all niggaz 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 gram twenty 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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), Im box office bitch (yeah)

Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst

And still make a mil' on 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 niggaz 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, "Cas 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 tend to 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 time to let'em think

Or 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

Cuz soon as your eyes shut, them niggaz 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 be ready to squeeze

But for the cheddar the 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

Clown its nothing to pull out and blast you

I try to only resort to violence if I have to

But man niggaz out here are playing fair

So before the odds even I'm leaving you laying there

And I ain't even playing believe what I'm saying here

Cause before this shit gets further your click get 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, nigga I'm that sick

Full Surface nigga I'm that shit, bitch!
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