intro: they ready for the kid to say lay yeah 

this the boy cassidy man and im feelin like a red nose that we just let outta the cage man, im ready to bite any one of u niggas at any given moment( get em)



verse 1

my shit is the truth

i get in the booth

and start spittin 

like im missin a tooth

u listenin dude

im grippin the coop

liftin the rippin

sip the orange juice mixed wit the goose

wit shots of the yat

i got gats 

that can lift up a moose

stay wit the biscuit to shoot

like im bishop and juice

i get more bitches than luke

when i run the block

fiends scream i want a rock i want a rock

im writtin a curbe

bitin the herb

and i got a nice price on the birds

u might could get served

you come wit the dough

ill come wit the blow

but if u dont come wit the change

i'll come wit them thangs

run up on you wit the gun in the dickie

the calicoe hold a hundred and fifty

u wanna get busy

come get me

i'll bury u cats

cuz i'll wife the knife

and i marry my gats



hook

get em get em get em get em get cass(4x)



verse 2

a yo my flow sick

i need a anneistermean

both of my wrists gleam 

and my fish just as mean

its blue 

but its see through like listerene

i get the cream on the strip 

fuckin wit the fiends

so go and get ya team

and i'll get em all smoked 

like a stick of nocatine

or a nick of green

and i dont talk to these hoes

like im mr bean

i just let em mop me off

get a mt clean

and i might pop her off if the chick is mean

i got some stories i can tell

to sell a chick a dream

i let her sip a little liquor

let her hit the green

then imma unbutton her blouse

and unzip her jeans

and merk that ass

hurt that ass

cass show u 

how to work that ass 

and i aint wit my boy kells

in the hotel no more

im on the strip

makin sells fish tail galore



hook



im still actin a fool

packin a tool

go back to the dude i was 

before the plaques and the jewels

i dont feel right if i aint

strapped with the tool

but give me a gat and im cool

like the mack or the uz

and i'll clap at  u dude

i aint scrappin u dudes

im highlightin

i aint fightin

i got ratchets to use

i have cats like 

damn yo what happened to dude

listen homey if im hungry

you get jacked for yo food

im back on the move

back on the grind

im a natural born hustler

i just happen to ryhme

who woulda ever thought

ill be the cat to get signed

but life hard and predictin

shit happen sometimes

cats jackin my lines

takin my style

but aint no perpatraitors allowed

if u die then u cant testify

when i take it to trial

u can hate it i'll just take it and smile

mothafucka



hook