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Artist: Cassidy
Album: Split Personality Song: My Interpretation Okay. This joint is knockin' right here I don't even need to write to this joint this easy I'mma just talk to 'em off the top, listen My interpretation of what the game facin' I'm basin' my facts on ancient civilization And my proclamation plus the world and its foundation My education is statin' black unification Debatin' whether Satin is situatin' And placin' me in a state of mind that can't be shaken It's like a leech slurrin' my specch, energy taken It's brakin' my fiberglass thoughts that pass through my mental Lettin' off frustration through meditation in conventional Dimension in teleportation And like the length between words in the first grade my mind is spacin' Out on route like telephone communications through nations Give me 360 degree rotations my occupation Spittin' flows and creatin' a creation through experimental situations They drug me 'cuz my thoughts bloody like menstruations Makin' my temperature heat up like incubation They tracin' and chasin' from location to location I'm stationed at a hotel accomidation Waitin' to start me and my squad organization But I'm hesitatin', too many outside irritations Makin' me pause and might cause altercations But I'm penetratin', surpassin' so-called limitations Dedication, motivation and concentration Manifestation is the key to escalation And fluctuation of cheese might cause MC's suffocation Or tax on cats 'cuz no jacks is bein' fakin' They typically pissin' me off like urination Deflation and toleration is in consideration But me in my rankin' is like Bob Marley to Jamaicans I might be...slightly exaggeratin' but eliminatin' These snakes wit affiliation got the system scared Like mice durin' extermination Erasin' the rhymes rapper's lines wit time and patience Takin' no shorts, thoughts like woo blunts I'm lacin' Comin' down like condensation givin' proper information My interpretation of the rap business Since my christenin' I wanted to be a rap technician Splittin' mics in half for my fans when I'm spittin' Never forgettin' how rap started from the beginnin' But most of these ignorant rappers talkin' 'bout money they gettin' Bars they spittin', cars they whippin', nice clothes they dipped in Hoes they hittin', 9's they grippin' But they gotta expand they mind and rhyme somethin' different For instance, that's what I be kickin' in my writtens But if you listen pay attention positivity's mentioned My composition has a 50 slash 50 division I can please both crowds no vocals is my intentions When I do that wit rap I expand my comprehension Extendin' my knowledge like goin' to college at Princeton The industry's missin' and interpretation that's sickenin' They was wishin' I presented so now I'm forever in it The business... |
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[R. Kelly] + (Cassidy) Ladiessss (Yea, I go by the name of Cassidy) Ladies (And I got love for the ladies) Ladies Ladies (Fo real) Ladiesss (Remix) [Chorus] We're vacationing somewhere on an island (we chillin 4x) Drinks of all kind (we chillin 4x) Girl you wanna come to my Hotel Baby I'll leave you my room key I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie [CASSIDY] Just when you thought I was done I come wit the remix But dis for the hood Good J-O-B Swiss Yeah I spit rhymes but I grind to see chix Cum see the strip its like takin a ski trip Zero degree wrist 80 a whop My chain blingy pinky full of radiant rocks I aint Chingy I'm outside the motel party Passenger side wit Rob in the Ferrari I smoke la-la get high like I'm a Marley Wit the mamiz you can find me where the bar be Its hot as hell in here got Kels in here You can smell in the air we got L's in here Got Cris got Hyp got Belvedere And ain't nuttin but pretty females in here yeah Its so terrific on the boat we can float the pacific And vacation on an island I ain't know existed [Chorus] We're vacationing somewhere on an island (we chillin 4x) Drinks of all kind (we chillin 4x) Girl you wanna come to my Hotel Baby I'll leave you my room key I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie So if you wanna come to my Hotel All you gotta do is holla at me Cuz we havin a after party Checkin out 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin [TRINA] Miss trina and I'm off the chain And you know I do my thing in the Vero Wang You know I stay clean 20kt pinky ring I'm the hottest chick and I'll bitch I'm a queen Da chick of your dreams I'm back on the scene I'm makin you scream and I'm takin your cream Now yous a real playa Cassidy But tell the truth you don't know a bitch as bas as me After the party is the after party In the penthouse suite and we actin naughty Dis chicks so nice got the cris so nice In the hotel room thoia thoing all nite And you know I'm ready, L'Pearle teddy Rock the boat steady till I'm hot and sweaty In the hotel motel make you wanna go tell Your homeboys how I put it on you so well [Chorus] We're vacationing somewhere on an island (we chillin 4x) Drinks of all kind (we chillin 4x) Girl you wanna come to my Hotel Baby I'll leave you my room key I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie So if you wanna come to my Hotel All you gotta do is holla at me Cuz we havin a after party Checkin out 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin [CASSIDY] If theres anybody dat do it big in the hotel Its me see I practically live in the hotel I put in work in the street So I can afford to spend 10 grand on room service a week I got the top chef makin my lunch And the tip the waiter get prolly more than he make in a month I'm in the hot tub breaking a blunt I got 4 freaks in my suite all getting naked at once While their girlfriends wait in the front I got plenty cigars and plenty bottles and they not from the mini bar I got Swissy looking out for me I'm in the presidential you can see the whole city from my balcony [Chorus] We're vacationing somewhere on an island (we chillin 4x) Drinks of all kind (we chillin 4x) Girl you wanna cum to my Hotel Baby I'll leave you my room key I'm feelin the way you carry urself girl And I wanna get wit you cuz yous a cutie So if you wanna cum to my Hotel All you gotta do is holla at me Cuz we havin a after party Checkin out 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin Lauuuu 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin Lauuuu 6 in the mornin 6 in the mornin mornin [CASSIDY] Yea yea yea here we go All my girls round the world I do it for yall I love you babygirl I do it for yall Da kid Cas got love I do it for yall When you see me get a hug I do it for yall I'll sign an autograph I do it for yall All around the world I do it for yall Got love for my girls I do it for yall It's all rite baby girl I do it for yall yeah Philly I do it for yall Full Surface J Records we do it for yall My man Swissy you know the boy do it for yall Cassidy the problem man I do it for yall Split Personalities cummin soon yall |
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[Intro - Jazze Pha]
To my super fly girls, all around the world Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl Your so beautiful [Swizz Beatz] One two, one two, one two, one two, one two Full Surface, hey, awoo! One two, one two, one two, one two, one two Cassidy.. One two, one two, one two, one two, one two Jazze Phizzy Wezzay One two, one two, one two, one two, one two Swizz - The Monster [Chorus - Jazze Pha] + {Swizz in background} To my super fly girls, all around the world Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl Your so beautiful, girl ya so beautiful And ya shinin, shinin like lipstick To them thugs in the club, if ya know ya fly Some cash in the air, wave 'em side to side Your so beautiful, (Woman: Boy you know you doin it) And ya shinin, (Woman: Shining like chrome rims) [Verse 1 - Cassidy] + {Swizz in background} I'm shinin, doin it big I spend more time in the club, then I do in my crib The kid is a ladies man But I get called "Shady", cause I'ma lot of ladies man And I can't be commited to none, I hit it and run But my hand glittered, and I get her to cum I floss on a chick, with the frost on the wrist And my diamonds shinin, like the gloss on her lips Ms. Frankie B., thanks to me When we get to the bar, all drinks is free I own the party, cause I chrome the Ferrari Maranello, and this Canary yellow [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Cassidy] + {Swizz in background} To all my chicks that's strippin, makin the cash That's beautiful, keep on shakin ya ass Even though you gettin naked, and you takin it off You be rakin in the cake, when they be breakin you off Now where all my girls in school You will lose in the world, if ya girl a fool You need brain in ya life, some change in ya life Some Cognac, and some Champagne in ya life Or you might need a workin label You go girl, twist and twirl, twerk it baby Ladies! we all gon' shine tonight Get blind, and have a good time tonight [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Cassidy] It's Full Surface, better notice the name You can't help, but to notice the chain (ching-ching) And my fist it bling I just gave a chick a cold sore, when she kissed the ring Sing - "I got girls all around the world And thought I got a hit, I get around ya girl" Don't take it personal though Cause I look good, and I'ma good person to know So, pop ya bottles, pop ya E's And I got the dutches, got the trees The kid, get his gig on, bumpin and grindin Then I hit the hotel, wit a slut and a condom [Chorus] |
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| 3:55 |
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(Swizz Beatz)
Ladies and gentlemen! (Cassidy) Okay! How you doin' ma, this ya' song ma! Yea c'mon ma, this ya' song ma! We can get it on ma, this ya song ma! This ya song ma, this ya song (Verse 1) How ya doin ma, yea come here, where you goin ma, what up You in a rush? What's goin' on ma? You can keep goin' ma but in this cold world You gon' need a man this thorough to keep you warm ma You and me? We can take this world by storm ma So let me have ya math and then I'm gone ma I'm havin' an afterparty later on ma So you should cancel whatever you was doin' ma We can get a 'telly and visit and get it on ma You wid'it, I hit it 'til 6 in the morn' ma You ain't hear the song ma? Yea I'm a don ma So if you ridin' with a playa then c'mon ma (Bridge - Cassidy & {Mashonda}) How you doin' ma {Oh} This ya' song ma {Yea} Yea c'mon ma {Oh} This ya' song ma {Yea} We can get it on ma {Oh} This ya song ma {Yea} This ya song ma {Yea} This ya song {Yea} Scream at 'em {Yea} (Chorus - Mashonda & {Cassidy}) Me and you {It don't get no betta} But we can do it all {It don't get no betta} Our love {It don't get no betta} Cause you remind me of the first time (Verse 2) You know what you remind me of? The sun that shines above, I think I'm in love Cause everytime I look in your eyes They be dumb bright like the sunlight when I look in the sky And you always look fly, you stay wit' the mean outfit And got shoes they ain't even come out wit' Always got ya nails done, always got ya self fixed You're the type of chick I can see me goin out wit' And I ain't knockin' ya hustle But you should be somebody wifey, icey with a rock on your knuckle And we'll look hot as a couple Cause you shaped so beautifully and you almost cute as me (Repeat Bridge) (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3) Mm mm mm, wit' ya sexy self Go to my hotel and undress yourself And after we have sex, don't stress yourself I'll still respect you, if you respect yourself Girl, it's whatever, I get the chedda When we get together, it don't get no betta And you can see I'm donnin' cause my arm on chill It look like I spilled freon on it I made hella paper on the block That's why I'm 'bout to put a 3-storee elevator in my yahct They gon' keep hatin' it boo But keep holdin' me down strong, this song's dedicated to you (Repeat Bridge) (Repeat Chorus) (Mashonda & {Cassidy}) Baby I can't deny that I'm feeling you The way that you look and the things you do No it...{It don't get no betta} No it...{It don't get no betta} Baby it don't {Don't get no betta) No oh, it don't get no betta (Repeat Bridge) (Repeat Chorus) Oh oh oh, we got another one, Full Surface! I go by the name Cassidy man, the Problem You dealin' wit' the best, me and Mashonda It don't get no better than this |
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(feat. Snoop Dogg)
[Chorus (Cassidy & Female Voice)] [Female Voice:] I'd like to make sweet love to you [Cassidy:] What you say you tryin' to do, huh? [C:] I'll make you scream like [F:] AHHH! [C:] And shout like [F:] AHHH! [C:] And sing [F:] Do di do do di do do do [C:] Now what you say? [F:] I'd like to make sweet love to you [Repeat] [Verse 1 (Cassidy)] Okay! I was told you ain't got it nice, 'til you got a wife But nope I'ma baller cuz, never gon fall in love Pshyche that's a damn lie Ladies put ya hands high every woman should get that one man to stand by It's called devotion, emotions could make a man cry But ma wipe ya tears and just stare in that man eyes Prove that you there for him, prove that you care for him That's how you gotta act, prove that you got his back Prove that you not a rat Don't creep and ho around, hold him down 'Cause you know what comes around goes around And I'm older now and it might seem kinda weird But man all them damn AIDS commercials got me kinda scared [Chorus] [Verse 2 (Snoop Dogg)] You ever laid on some pink mink sheets blowin' swishers Holdin' on some champagne while doin ya damn thang Caressin' on tha world main Adressin'' you is no pain Betty Wright is playing, no pain no gain I did it for the hell of it Hit it now you tell a bitch Now she want a little bit, I did it for the smell of it It's relevant and evident Yeah girl you heaven sent I love the way you break and take all the evidence Pimpin cause I'm stayin in your mothafucking residence While you out bringin me back the dead presidents (Pimpin', Pimpin', Pimpin') You can say that I got you I do it cause I have to, plus I feel like I got you [Chorus] [Verse 3 (Cassidy)] Sis if you make love to me Kissin' and huggin' me Lickin' and rubbin' me, it'll get ugly The bed got a mink spread gettin all cuddley Pop bub' the hot tub gettin all bubbley You don't even gotta ask, all my girls got it bad Closet full of Prada bags and I ain't even gotta brag Yeah I keep them lookin real Go 'head you can push the wheel And if ya face tough I might wake up and cook a meal Whatever you ask for (It's yours) We can go to my bungalo over in Tahiti with the glass floors Fish swimmin 'round, the moonlight shimmer down I got the bomb stroke Girl get ya spine broke [Chorus Until Fade] |
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[Swizz Beats]
1-2 1-2. I need all my real niggaz to stand up. All you fake ass niggaz fall back. It's a problem. Philly stand up! [CHORUS] (Swizz Beats) Cassidy (What's ya name dog?) Cassidy (Man, tell 'em again) Caissidy (Man, where ya from?) Philly (Talk to 'em talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The world know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) [VERSE 1] (Swizz Beats) My name Cass and I'm 'bout my B-I Niggaz wanna be me, yeah I can see why Told y'all How I used to roll and see Clive Hop off the G-4, hop in the G-5 But since niggaz wanna copy and be me I'mma hop off the yacht then hop in the GT Got niggaz in the hood knockin' the CD Wait 'till my face start poppin' on TV See the ladies give me top for cheapy All they wanna do is just hop on the wee-wee My rich chick'll take a helicopter to see me I pop Dominican and she'll drop me a key free I got a actress in L.A., doctor in DC Even got a lawyer a cop in the DT See I got money but I ain't spendin' it I need a girl who got a job wit nice benefits 'Cuz honey bunch I ain't wit the funny stuff You ain't gone fuck me to spend my money up Nah, I can't have it boo But girl do what you do I ain't mad at you Nah, 'cuz I got since to know That I ain't gone get pimped, I'mma pimp a hoe Ayyo, get money nigga fuck the fame (The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!) [CHORUS] (Swizz Beats) Cassidy! (Man, tell 'em again) Cassidy! (Man, where ya from?) Philly (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The world know I'm a problem, y'all (Hold on, I tried to tell 'em, man!) [VERSE 2] Ayyo, guess what happened, guess what happened? I was on the radio and yo, guess what happened? I'm sittin' there starin' in this DJ face And all he askin' me about is the Freeway tape I'm like, "If I ain't right you can say I'm wrong But Mr. DJ can you play my song?" Please, play somethin' that's good for the air Please, play somethin' that the hood wanna hear So when the radio go to put that trash on Call 'em up and say, "Put that Cass on!" And I ain't pissin' nobody But if every rapper died I wouldn't be missin' nobody 'Specially if it ain't Styles, 'Kiss or nobody Busta, Nore, Swizz or nobody If it ain't Drag, Kim or Fat Joe I could care less if a cat gotta lay on his back, yo So, I don't owe y'all niggaz And y'all might be aight but I don't know y'all niggaz I mean, it's a couple other niggaz that I've met With the FS on my chest without press I got love for Snoop, Puff and Wyclef And my niggaz Esco, so let's go, yo Get money nigga, fuck the fame (The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!) [CHORUS 2x] (Swizz Beats) Cassidy! (Man, tell 'em again) Cassidy! (Man, where ya from?) Philly (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em) If ya ready to feel me (Talk to' em talk to 'em) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The world know I'm a problem, y'all (Hold on, I tried to tell 'em, man!) |
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[Intro - Swizz Beatz]
Aooow! banger, let's go (Swizz, man) Styles P (Oh, y'all ain't know) Cassidy Full Surface, listen it's a rap for y'all, whooo! Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow! [Verse 1 - Cassidy] Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg Nigga I'm sicker then full-blown AIDS And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age You been afraid, you sweet like homemade Lemonade, if it's beef, then the chrome blaze You could make the newspaper, get ya own page And make the news too, you know how my dudes do We wear masks so you can't tell, who's who And for the cash, we'll blast at you dudes too Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right I'm in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light I'm comin for cash, gun in the dash And I'm on 21 and a half's (for real cannon) I got my gat, I ain't walkin without it And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga [Chorus - Cassidy] + (Swizz Beatz) POP that cannon, POP that cannon POP that cannon, POP that cannon (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon POP that cannon, POP that cannon (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) [Verse 2 - Styles P.] Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit Organs on the floor of the van Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man Y'all wanna fly like Mike... motherfuckas So they won't find you, or your Jordans again Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call If you don't have my money, in 24 hours Then the cocksucka won't see his daughter again It's like the movie that you seen, I'm the star of the screen I got a roll for you to play... stand here And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Cassidy] Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes I'ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind Shit my whole clique commit crimes Did time, been on the strip and grip nines But I swear to you motherfuckas I got my gun right here, I ain't scared of you motherfuckas I'm a hustler, plus a check cutter I stretch butter, in {???} X, now that's gutter I came for war, you know what them thangs is for Slug make ya blood stain the floor It ain't a game no more, niggaz gon' respect me I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li So don't test me, or the boy S.P Cause I ain't tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee You don't impress me, STOP that cannon Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon |
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| 3:33 |
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(Chorus - Swizz Beatz)
My blood pressure's buildin' (4x) It's Cassidy trick It's Cassidy bitch It's Cassidy clique It's Cassidy beeyatch! (Verse 1 - Cassidy) Ayo, what'chu know 'bout this world I'm in Everynight I twist up and get drunk 'til I hurl again Then i'll pour some more and start twirlin' then And might go and get my pipes up by your girl and them If you a thug, stop girlin' then If I see a car in traffic, I'm a jacket like Burlington It's Cassidy, who's thorough as him, nobody I keep a gun tucked cause I don't trust nobody I got plenty biscuits And ya'll niggaz like skinny bitches yall ain't got nobodies Watch how you talk to me man Before you faggots get smacked with the dark skin part of my hand Understand? (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm the best in building, a prospect destined for millions Threat to civillians and my blood pressure is building Catch feelings? You be wet, catchin' a steel in Weapons directed, at ya' chest, neck and ya' grill and Still, there's no regrets, but I confessed that I kill men I spill men's blood on the rug next to there children And if you wan' set it? Cass' bettin' his deal in Yes I will win, when I spill extra appealin' Come to Limekill, we got them exstasy pills and Got the whip fully equiped except for the ceilin' I got a stash in it, the Smith-n-Wessun can chill in I might get arressted, but until then? (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3) If I hear you gettin' chips, pitbulls where you sleepin' Everybody on the fuckin' floor, I'm squeezin' Click the four, grip your whore by her weave and Bitch, what muthafuckin' drawer is the keys in? Got you on your knees like a braud and you pleadin' (Uh, you got it dog, take it all, I don't need it) I'll clap you and have you on your carpet, bleedin' Throw your stuff in the trunk of the Ford then I'm leavin Now I got a raw load more than I'm needin And that's the reason, why you and whore is screamin' Pull this, squeezed then if you holdin' them hammers I'm focused like disposable cameras, nigga! (Repeat Chorus until end) |
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| 4:27 |
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[Chorus: Jadakiss]
(cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya (cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya? (cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha (cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me [Cassidy] Ayo this Cassidy and niggaz is not fuckin wit me man yea I'm talkin reckless but you gotta respect it its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta Kiss talk to 'em man [Jadakiss] yo, you know me K-I-S-S Kiss of Death LP soon come for ya, bless bless metalic green paint on the apala the S.S and I figured the more niggaz dead the less stress You love how I'm hurtin the track You wanna polly but I'm sort of hard to reach like the dirt on ya back hand to hand like I'm workin the sack and I work out on my arms, so I have no problem workin the mack (uh) neva been a toe steppa, side switcher a fence jumper, I was ten wit ten pumpers hustled wit the best of dem did watever it took to make a quarter I charged niggaz to watch wrestlin I'm a heavy threat, D-Block, Double R, Full surface yall niggaz ain't ready yet YEA, NEW YORK IS MINE, PHILLY IS CASS HOLLA BACK [Chorus: Jadakiss - 2X] (cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya (cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya? (cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha (cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me [Cassidy] You know me, C-A-S-S, fresh dressed just coped some new 4-5's and a fresh vest I get scout, cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex but less talk, you ain't got no heart in ya left breast go head, get ya beef on I let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothin but ya sneaks on but it don't matter cuz ya feets gonn now thats restin in peices so go meet Jesus You lil boys better ease up uz them dudes you think hot, will see Cass and then freeze up You wanna scrap? role ya sleeves up but, I'd rather squeeze cuz I ain't trynna fuck my trees up or wrinkle my dickie, I crack the dutch sprinkle the sticky I know you pissed, I got kiss and them wit me, dig me? cuz you dudes is haters and if you bet that I was gonn flop, you gonn LOSE YA PAPER [Chorus: Jadakiss - 2X] (cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya (cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya? (cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha (cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me [Jadakiss] ayo, get it thru ya head it's no stoppin me nigga the "R" is Double, the Surface is Full, the Block is D all it take is a trey 8 and a mask nigga its Jada and Cas I vision ya face, watin to blast if money was food yall niggaz be fastin and we stuffin our face, we eatin wit passion in the hood like we runnin numbers Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin from us [Cassidy] they runnin from us cuz they petrified I lift guns for the exercise and I spray like insectosides You bullz better recognize when the weapon rise You can catch slugs in ya chest thru ya vest and die You on some sucka shit so I'll leave a scar on ya face longer than the knife that I cut you wit I done paid my dews so I'll blow ya brains out and then feed it to ya seed like baby food [Chorus: Jadakiss - 2X] (cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya (cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya? (cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha (cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me |
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| 4:37 |
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[Justin:] My blood pressures building
my blood pressures building, my blood pressures build- [Justin's Dad:] Justin, Justin What this? Who's this? [J:] This is Cassidy [JD:] Man...he's talkin' about guns, talkin' about drugs, callin' girls whores, bitches! Is this what you want to listen to. [J:] Yeah! [JD:] What's so positive about it? [J:] Well he has some positive songs but this is my favorite song. [JD:] Why what makes it so positive, I mean what makes it so you kno interesting? [J:] The beat... and the ryhmes and everything else [JD:] I need you to really focuz on your school work not this ?? It could corup you your gonna go to jail [J:] Wait! no im not it's just music, its crazy music too but im not gonna go to jail [JD:] Well, I don't wanna hear no more of this Cassidy CD until I hear some substance some positiviy and some Real Talk ok thats the end of it O don't wanna hear no more. [J:] Alright dad. |
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[Swizz Beats] Turn it up so they can hear this. It's Full Surface, y'all. Cassidy c'mon! I said...It's Full Surface, y'all. Cassidy, c'mon! [VERSE 1] These niggaz wanna act like Cass, wanna stack like Cass Wanna copy my gear, wear they hat like Cass Then they try to spit it on a track like Cass But niggaz hear the track and say, ("That's not Cass!") Cats don't be clappin' wit the gat like cass One shell'll make back crack like crabs Ya flow played out, you been wack like plaid I peel bills and they come back like scabs The hoes know won't nobody mack like Cass Lay the pipe and hit it from the back like Cass The chain hang, diamonds in that like glass This crap life switched to the rap life fast [CHORUS 2x] From the block to the studio back to the block Yeah I rap over packs on the block I'm husslin' (All night long!) I'm husslin' (To the break of dawn!) Come on! [VERSE 2] These niggaz wanna shop like Cass, play the block like Cass Wanna copy my flow so they hot like Cass Niggaz try and get it on lock like Cass But niggaz hear ya shit and say, ("That's not Cass!") You don't take bullets out the box like Cass Load guns that hold a hundred shots like Cass Roll like Cass, stroll like Cass Got the blimp that be pimpin' all the hoes like Cass Niggaz don't be sittin' in the Rov like Cass Wit the Rolls gold, got they wrist froze like Cass Who can play the strip and get it sold like Cass This rap life done switched to my old life fast [CHORUS 2x] From the block to the studio back to the block Yeah I rap over packs on the block I'm husslin' (All night long!) I'm husslin' (To the break of dawn!) Come on! [VERSE 3] These niggaz want a brick like Cass to get rich like Cass Put a bunch of punch lines in they shit like Cass It's a million niggaz tryna spit like Cass But niggaz hear they shit and say, ("That's not Cass!") I get mad when try and bees like this And dudes that produce try and bees like Swizz They hit the keys on the MP's like Swizz But when the beat play I say, "He's not Swizz!" Y'all niggaz just can't shine like us We put in time, niggaz ain't grind like us Name two niggaz you could find like us Wit the hard beats and the hard rhymes like us [CHORUS 2x] From the block to the studio back to the block Yeah I rap over packs on the block I'm husslin' (All night long!) I'm husslin' (To the break of dawn!) Come on! |
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[CHORUS] I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat [VERSE 1] I refuse to go back to bein' broke again I'd rather load the toast wit the shells and sell coke again Rather put the blow on the scale and sell dope again Rather put the dro' in the L and inhale smoke again I refuse to go back to bein' poor again I'd rather sell dimes outside of the corner store again Put the guns up and run up in the corner store again Rather take my gat to Iraq and go to war wit them I refuse to go back to bein' down again I'd rather walk around all day wit the tre pound again Hop out on a clown wit the K and spray rounds again Get you dug up out ya grave and laid down again I refuse to go bak to no dough again I'd rather go to my young boy that grow dro again Then make a young boy strip wit the 4-4 again I even make my bitch strip and then go-go again [CHORUS] I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat [VERSE 2] I ain't tryna go back to livin' gutter man That's why I'm stackin' this cheese to feed my mother, man Plus I got a step pop and a little brother, man And I still gotta take care of my baby mothter, man Now I'm signed some cats is not actin' right They be thinkin' I'm stackin' 'cuz I be rappin', right? When you dead the bread can't bring you back to life But I got family to feed and they got appetites So I ain't tryne be ridin' on the bus again Workin' a 9 to 5 that's why I'm husslin' Got rhymes line for line, man I'm crushin' 'em This little 9 of mine, man I'm bustin' 'em I gotta stay on my grind 'cuz I ain't eatin' right Got bags under my eyes 'cuz I ain't sleepin' right Even if I ain't beefin' I gotta keep the pipe You got cake, I'mma eat a slice, nigga! [CHORUS] I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat [VERSE 3] (Swizz Beats) Man I'm just like a dude in the crib wit no food in the fridge (Talk to 'em...I'm hungry!) And I'm just like the guy that you saw that was robbin' the store (Talk to 'em...I'm hunngry!) And I'm just like the dude on the block that be movin' the rock (Talk to 'em...I'm hungry!) And I'm just like the hustlin' cat that be bustin' his gat (Talk to 'm...I'm hungry!) That's why I do what I do You would too if you knew what I knew I cop ostriches, got beef like sausages And I'm hungry as a hostage is (Real talk) So I'mma keep sellin' coke to ya 'Cuz niggaz gotta eat in the street, it's like a little Ethiopia That's why I be out here in the street 'Cuz 'till the day I die, man I gotta eat [CHORUS 2x] I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat |
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| 4:14 |
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[Swizz Beats] Let's go round and round the world, Cass Round and round the world. Cassidy Tha Problem You are now in zone of Philly's own...Cassidy [VERSE 1] (Swizz Beats) Cassidy I'm gone ball right I deal wit the raw get it alright And my chicks get it hard, get it all night So ladies if you wit me say alright (Alright) say alright This for my hood mamis Y'all hard to be trust but what's good mami I would grip you up if I could mami 'Cuz you ain't gettin' fucked like you should mami And that ain't good mami This for the black ladies We gotta love the mothers of the black babies 'Cuz if we don't do that then it's a wrap baby So if you from the gutter where you at baby (Oh yeah) where you at baby This for the white women The Spanish, Asian and all type women I got love for my striaght and my dike women No matter what you like it's alright women (Alright) it's alright women It's alright [CHORUS 2x] (Swizz Beats) To my ladies around the world, world To my thugs around the world, world I do this around the world, world You can't miss me, I'm comin' through [VERSE 2] Cassidy I'm gone shine right Yeah a nigga rhyme, I'm in the limelight But I had to grind of the crime life We all gone shine when the time right (Alright) so get ya mind right This for my hood niggaz It's hard to come up but what's good nigga I would break bread if I could nigga 'Cuz you ain't gettin' fed like you should nigga And that ain't good nigga This for the rock hustlers The makin' sales, still on the block hustlers And in the jails are my cell block hustlers And most cops just wanna knock hustlers 'cuz they not hustlers This for my real homies We done been through it all but we still homies Man you gotta work hard for a meal homie Man cats still hungry wit a deal homie, and that's real homie And that's real [CHORUS 2x] (Swizz Beats) To my ladies around the world, world To my thugs around the world, world I do this around the world, world You can't miss me, I'm comin' through [VERSE 3] I was born in Philly We really get it on in Philly If you from where I'm from I know you feel me I'mma rep where I'm from until they kill me, until they kill me And this for N.Y It's like my second home when I spin by And them ATL niggaz show me love too They ladies act crazy when the club do, show me love boo This for my collie cats My Baltimore stashin' the ollie cats From Florida back up to D.C And Virginia sendin' love when they see me, and that's for GP I send the rest out To any other place that I left out From the north to the east to the west south Cassidy gone rep 'till he repped out, until he repped out Yeah yeah [CHORUS 2x] (Swizz Beats) To my ladies around the world, world To my thugs around the world, world I do this around the world, world You can't miss me, I'm comin' through |
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[R Kelly:]
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening to the sounds of swiss beats. We got cassidy in here. Kels! We in our throwbacks. This is for the ladies, we got room keys. [Chorus (R Kelly):] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin' checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] I'm staying in the hotel, not the motel or the holi-day inn. If that girl don't participate, well then I'ma take her friend. Well if, mami is with it then, mami can give it then, mami a rider, I'ma, slide up beside her. I got a suite, you can creep on through, I know you tryin' to get your freak on too, I'll do it all for that (lady), yeah I ball for that (lady), hit the mall for that (lady), keep it fly for them (ladies), keep my eye on them (ladies), hot tub for them (ladies), pop bub' for them (ladies), I got love for ma (ladies), yeeah! [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] We're the new Car-tel, R.Kel with the kid Cass-idy. Girl if you man start actin' up, ask for him or ask for me. 'Cuz see, we could go get it crackin, but you know what'll happen, we be under the covers, makin' love to each other. I got a double bed, one's to sleep on, other one's to get my freak on, (ladies) it's all for them (ladies). Yeah I ball for that (ladies), hit the mall for that, (ladies) keep it fly for them, (ladies) keep my eye on them, (ladies) hot tub for them, (ladies) pop bub' for them, (ladies) I got love for ma, yeeeah! [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] We goin' Chi-town steppin' out, to the club lettin' out, and we goin' sex it out, 'til we all checkin' out. I got my chicks I'ma bring to the tele, we 'bout to do the damn thing, sing to 'em Kelly. [R Kelly:] It's alright(it's alright) If you wanna come with me, and fulfill your fantasy, baby in my hotel suite. And it's ok, if you wanna party night 'til day, I will do anything you say. Just come to my hotel. [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Call out:] You've just heard, a classic, featuring the one and only, Kels, Cassidy, Swiss beats the monster (yes i am) Full service the label, Rock***the family, Ruff ryders the family. This one's for the ladies y'all. The baby, believe it! Get your hands up! It's over. |
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