Lyrics:
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
put da glock to ya chin
11, 12 man I'll see you in hell
[Freeway]
1, 2 Freeway's comin for your ass
3, 4 you better watch yo stash
5, 6 have
"Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims
And four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
the writer of writers
Juelz you know him well, hell he the fire of fire
I'm the supplier, baffled that's the hustler
Trifle got a knife for that apple inside
stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the, hell? What is that I smell?
No, it's not but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill,
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
(Don't want to be stumblin' baby)
This is for them hustlers scufflin' for them ends
Tryin ta get a mill, (fancy cars) and a house on the hill
you hatred
There's no applause for ya and success is hard for ya
There's enemies, envy, with green my niggas, lawnmower
And I'm on tour, Jordan 4's, Tom
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
I could name 4,5,6 niggas that keep watching my pockets
(Pocket watchers)
Fuck with me I'll show you my rocket
I'm going so hard I'll never ever stop
you hatred
There's no applause for ya and success is hard for ya
There's enemies, envy, with green my niggas, lawnmower
And I'm on tour, Jordan 4's, Tom
Shootin' it in 4K
Got a couple shooters,
In the back with 4 k's
Yeah the bitch by my side
She got no waist
I can't depend on nobody
So I gotta chase,
spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
diamond spend this shit
I bought it 4 the hell of it
Kush pack loud come and buy you can smell the shit
28's so fucking high I'm sitting on them elephants
the bread
Sheek, Zeke, Hell Rell
And I got some in the Feds
I contradict what ever the government says
For them boys on my back wit
Them bugs by my bed
They
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, yo wha**up?
My name is Dre
Can I blaze some Chonic witchu?
[girl]
N**** what? FO' SHO'!
Roll that s*** up!
[Dr. Dre]
Hell
Say what
Tell me somethin
Where the gangstas at?
Where the hustlers at?
Now relax your mind cause all the drinks is free
And get down with the sound
ride, trains I ride four five
I got two sixty five ten short of seven five
And I’m trying to get a butter roll with juice on the side
So I’m waiting by
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