Album Name : Where Cass At
Release Date : 2009-11-03
Song Duration : 3:07
Cassidy They Shook
To all my killas and all my drug dealers
To the ones wit the lawyers and the ones wit the public defenders
Philadelphia pistol-veinnia put ya burners in the air
They say its a recession cuz coke prices done shot up
I wish I could get it for ten a key but im not buck
And yes my connections got planes got trucks, yup he could bring it right to you if u cop up
I ain't grindin cuz I ain't tryin to get locked up
I was over the stove but im closin the shop up
Yea I rap but I spit crack on the track soits not much of a change from movin cain on the block
But its not illegal people will still cock suck
Chicks will still hop on ya nuts if u got ya grop up
Them other raps is pussy they not tough
And all they sell u is garbage they red foxed up
The hustla is on top but its not luck
every bar raw when I spit it, it rock up
U got guts but dont get'em cut out yo stomach nigga
Don't go for it on fourth down punt I nigga
Before u get head hunted nigga
I could probably shoot the wing off a fly u dont want it nigga
U praobably can't even beat angelina jolie
I dropped my first album in 03 its almost 09 swiss its show time
Every day I write more rhymes
Smokin weed I call styles P cuz it'll blow yo mind
Wit no wine sumtimes I do magic tricks, ican make yo head disappear when the maddux spit
I f..ck wit the yard but we ain't on no fagget shit
I'll straight lay u out on sum craft mattic shit
U ain't never bagg a brick u ain't never serve a feinn
U got shot but never been to a murder scene
And u never pulled the trigga wit ya index
U probably haven't even killed more than 2 inscects
I heard ya last couple albums and I ain't impressed
Yall betta call it off cz yall niggas cotton soft
Im on fire like a molatov cocktail
When I rock a lot of jews lik the halocaust
Yea I rock a lot of chains like slavery
If u ain't got money what the f..ck u gone say to me not a dam thing
I’m the dam king wit the dam belt and the dam ring
I hold it down for my niggas in the dawm bing like my man crutch, luck, and my man sing
I do my dam thing I’m on another level now trynna crossover but still hold the ghetto down
To tell you the truth im in the booth wit the metal now
Its like I can't put the metal down
Its lik im a gun fanatic and u ain't nothing but a f..ckin fagget
Yo best rap ain't better than my worst rap, I became the best rapper when I wrote my first rap, I merked that