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