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let me hear something - cassidy lyrics

i don’t think n0body better than me in this whole world
i’m so thorough, i’m the hottest in this cold world
oh sh-t i’m so sick i gotta go earl
and i be on some ho sh-t ask my old girl
if this was your world it wouldn’t be no girls
cause you only like men aight then go girl
you triflin p-ssy like and hermaphrodite
i’m straight like 6’oclock you not so p-ss the mic
it’s a recession i copped my watch for half the price
but the ice still see-through like a gl-ss of sprite
i’m a hustla, i had da white, but i had to quit, cause for bricks
they will lock you up for half your life, i’m the truth you ain’t
half as nice, i mean the source magazine gon prolly give you half a mic
when you die they might try bring you back to life
but if they not successful i’ll catch you in the afterlife
right, we all gotta die someday, one day we all gon be dead
yeah one way or another all you motherf-ckers gon p-ss away
that’s why i live everday like it’s my last day
i’m on the grind trynna get money the fast way
i’m on my job all the time i never had a half day
ar get cash cause he bag yay, they move bags like the strash lay down halfway
i used to run with rock the dame dash way, but had to stop cause im on point
like steve nash play, i’m a gorilla and i’m hotter than the sun, i’m a k!ller
my gun be shooting like steve nash j, run in your crib like big, the scheme -ss way
that big -ss cape push your wig back halfway, i throw bullets like i’m p-ss play
and yoo, you could be wide receiver, you gotta buy a heater

i keep the pipe like mario (mamma mia)
and everytime i’m in the booth i got some kind of fever
i’m a thoroughbred you just red the don diva
mamasita give me brain like a mind reader
i’m ether, so me battlin yall, is like a n-gga with no arm seein a palm reader
you can’t see me like stevie you ain’t blind either
you got good vision, but you still couldn’t listen
keep your hood, that’s a hood tradition, but if you rich lookin in the hood
you ain’t in a good position, cause n-ggas in the hood twisted
you leave something unattended in the hood, it’s as good as missin
you could be the best muslim or the goodest christian
but you still gon sin it’s never gon end
life’s short that’s the reason why i’m goin in, imma do me
motheruckers can keep doin ’em
i’m born to win, you were born loser p-ssy
i pull it, have them f-ckin bullets goin through ya
that’s how i’m goin through i show you how the heckler feel
i’m real healthy but i’m extra ill
and when i got my first record deal i was payin them
i was on the block movin that rock like cavemen
and i was still spendin days in and days in
still gettin cased in cooked that causcasian
i be lookin amazin, and that chocolate chip truck been told ’em raise in
i was raised in the hood where n-ggas is caged in
been through a lot that hot since finger ways was in
and i been a crook i put decades in, got a stash on my truck i cook the esacades in
let me tell you what they trynna do
look they invented the swine flu so we don’t let the ese’s in
my homie manolo keep the best haze in, that purple get me high as sh-t
that’s why i buy that sh-t, he always give me a couple of buds extra
i get high so i don’t get high blood pressure, they right, pressure do bust pipes
but i love pressure and i’m applyin it i’m a scientist, mother-f’er
i’m bout my business in kitchen i’m a chemist, but the knife an actuality i be doin
biology
fatality it’s over finish him, you a male but you a b-tch like lil kim and ’em
yall grown men but yall softer than all my women friends, i stop spittin crack
but relapse like i was eminem, who your favorite rapper, why you trynna mimic him?
you a copycat, holmes, you a clone a synonym, look up that other aritist name in a thesaurus
and your stupid name will be right next to it you garbage
who the hardest, the next rapper that try to battle me, -ssault and battery
automaticly
you so sweet i prolly get another cavity, but f-ck it, i got dentist money
that’s why you mad at me, i’m on my grind from sat-rday to sat-rday
my block jump like charge and a dead car battery, i’m the hustla i gotta grind
i’m ca double dollar sign, i’m the best bottom line
you must be out your mind, if you think you f-ckin with me
you’s a f-ckin sissy, you can’t even f-ck with missy
yo i gets the f-ck busy, if somebody f-ckin with me who the f-ck is he?

don’t get me mad man, i’m a bad man, my bad man, how many battles you had man?
i got fam like ar-ab and jag, man, that’ll crush you, cause you not f-ckin
with c-ss man
they not g-y but the are gettin your -ss, cause you garbage, trash man
i’m the trashman, i got sh-t on smash man like i’m overweight
keep the pokerface and keep the toasters on both my ways
wait, man ain’t none of yall joke or save, i cut your throat and have the smile on
like the joker face, it’ll get ugly like a smoker face, my pockets fat like oprah face
you know how to ball play, i come around your way, hand on my cannon man i’m standin
in your door way, i know your address your wh0r- told me where yall stay
i went to pick her up and got d-cksucks all day, what more can a boy say
your know how them wh0r-s play, but don’t go smack your wh0r-, that’s a wh0r- forte
or your 4-4 spray, hip hip hooray, you saw get your head blown off like four play
ay don’t listen to what your boys say, your boys can’t stop them shots when comin your way
look i cook cats like china gourmet, you done for it you don’t even live one more day
ay young boy i don’t play the games that yall play, they rather listen to me than that
sh-t yall say, cause yall g-y, yo when c-ss spit every bar like a eight bar, eight bars
like a half brick, don’t get your -ss kicked

matter fact man, if you show your face like rat van, it’s s wrap man
clap man! the president is a black man, but the way they out here robbin we need a batman
i can rap and i’m real, real rap man, life like a dice game don’t get your head
cracked man
i wheigh 165 if that man, i’m light but if life see my pipe it’d say i’m fat man
i call this b-tch ms. pac man, cause she will swallow my b-lls then go and kiss that man
you just rap, you don’t trap man, if i let you have four and half, what you will bring back man?
you never had that boy, you a pac man, matter fact pack boy! you grind in a pack man
you would get a pack boy then grindin for that man, i’m a trap boy move wheight like the fat boys
my watch clap boys, the diamonds of that been shinin, it’d give a tan to a black man
but i ain’t never get jacked man, and i don’t care i was wearin my jewerly in iraq man
i can scr-p man bang you with the gat man, and cut you like i was playin spades with a black hand
no red card joke, when i did b.a.r.s i was in recovery you still see the head scars
thank god i ain’t die i hit my head hard, but ay when i was a kid my mom did say
boy your head hard, the problems i always had was followin rules, i’m a dude that always bad
i went to school and cut cl-ss no hallway p-ss, i always had a b-tch, i was gettin all the -ss
they be like :” do you listen to other artists c-ss?” man i got me beatin an other artists -ss
man i got me beatin up your r-t-rded -ss, then get your wife to kiss the pipe for an autograph, cash!

- cassidy lyrics

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