| Yea, I need to talk to you, ok can I talk to you | |
| C'mon c'mon c'mon (hey, let me holla at you) | |
| C'mon c'mon c'mon (yo, stop runnin from me) | |
| [Cassidy] | |
| A yo this Cassidy & niggas is not ****in wit me man, | |
| And yea, I'm talking wreckless but you gotta respect it, | |
| Its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta, | |
| Yea Kiss talk to em… | |
| [Jadakiss] | |
| You know me K-I-S-S kiss of death | |
| LP soon comin for yall bless bless | |
| Metallic green paint on the impala the S.S. | |
| And I figure the more niggas 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 wit my arms so I'll have no problem workin the mac | |
| Uh, never been a toe stepper, side switcher | |
| A fence jumper, I was 10 wit twin pumpers | |
| Hustled wit the best of them | |
| Did whatever it took to make a quarter I charge niggas to watch wrestlin | |
| I'm heavy threat, D-Block double R full surface yall niggas aint ready yet | |
| [talking] | |
| Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back. | |
| [Chorus X2] | |
| [Cassidy] | |
| You know me C-A-S-S fresh dressed | |
| Just copped some new 4-5's and a fresh vest | |
| I gets scout cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex | |
| But less tlk you aint got no heart in yo left breast | |
| Go head get yo beef on | |
| I'll let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothing but ya sneaks on | |
| But it don't matter cuz ya feets gone | |
| Now that's restin in pieces so go meet Jesus | |
| You little boys better ease up | |
| Cuz them dudes you think hot'll see Cass and then freeze up | |
| You wan' scrap roll ya sleeves up | |
| But I'll rather squeeze cuz I aint tryin to **** my trees up | |
| Or wrinkle my dickie I crack a dutch sprinkle the sticky | |
| I know you pissed I got kiss & them wit me, dig me | |
| Cuz you dudes is haters & if you bet that I was gon' flop you gon’ lose yo paper. | |
| [Chorus X2] | |
| [Jada] | |
| A yo, get it through ya head there's no stopping me | |
| Nigga the R is double the surface is full the block is D | |
| All it take is a trey 8 & a mass nigga its Jada & Cass I vision ya face waitin to blast | |
| If money was food yall niggas be fastin | |
| And we stuffin our face & eatin wit passion | |
| In the hood like we runnin numbers | |
| Cass ask these motha****as why they runnin from us | |
| [Cassidy] | |
| They runnin from us cuz they petrified | |
| I lift guns for the exercise | |
| And I spray like insecticides | |
| You bugs better rcognize | |
| When the weapon rise you can catch slugs in ya chest through ya vest & 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 dues so I'll blow ya brains out & then feed it to ya seed like baby food | |
| Bitch!!! | |
| [Chorus X2] |
| Yea, I need to talk to you, ok can I talk to you | |
| C' mon c' mon c' mon hey, let me holla at you | |
| C' mon c' mon c' mon yo, stop runnin from me | |
| Cassidy | |
| A yo this Cassidy niggas is not in wit me man, | |
| And yea, I' m talking wreckless but you gotta respect it, | |
| Its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta, | |
| Yea Kiss talk to em | |
| Jadakiss | |
| You know me KISS kiss of death | |
| LP soon comin for yall bless bless | |
| Metallic green paint on the impala the S. S. | |
| And I figure the more niggas 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 wit my arms so I' ll have no problem workin the mac | |
| Uh, never been a toe stepper, side switcher | |
| A fence jumper, I was 10 wit twin pumpers | |
| Hustled wit the best of them | |
| Did whatever it took to make a quarter I charge niggas to watch wrestlin | |
| I' m heavy threat, DBlock double R full surface yall niggas aint ready yet | |
| talking | |
| Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back. | |
| Chorus X2 | |
| Cassidy | |
| You know me CASS fresh dressed | |
| Just copped some new 45' s and a fresh vest | |
| I gets scout cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex | |
| But less tlk you aint got no heart in yo left breast | |
| Go head get yo beef on | |
| I' ll let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothing but ya sneaks on | |
| But it don' t matter cuz ya feets gone | |
| Now that' s restin in pieces so go meet Jesus | |
| You little boys better ease up | |
| Cuz them dudes you think hot' ll see Cass and then freeze up | |
| You wan' scrap roll ya sleeves up | |
| But I' ll rather squeeze cuz I aint tryin to my trees up | |
| Or wrinkle my dickie I crack a dutch sprinkle the sticky | |
| I know you pissed I got kiss them wit me, dig me | |
| Cuz you dudes is haters if you bet that I was gon' flop you gon' lose yo paper. | |
| Chorus X2 | |
| Jada | |
| A yo, get it through ya head there' s no stopping me | |
| Nigga the R is double the surface is full the block is D | |
| All it take is a trey 8 a mass nigga its Jada Cass I vision ya face waitin to blast | |
| If money was food yall niggas be fastin | |
| And we stuffin our face eatin wit passion | |
| In the hood like we runnin numbers | |
| Cass ask these motha as why they runnin from us | |
| Cassidy | |
| They runnin from us cuz they petrified | |
| I lift guns for the exercise | |
| And I spray like insecticides | |
| You bugs better rcognize | |
| When the weapon rise you can catch slugs in ya chest through ya vest 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 dues so I' ll blow ya brains out then feed it to ya seed like baby food | |
| Bitch!!! | |
| Chorus X2 |
| Yea, I need to talk to you, ok can I talk to you | |
| C' mon c' mon c' mon hey, let me holla at you | |
| C' mon c' mon c' mon yo, stop runnin from me | |
| Cassidy | |
| A yo this Cassidy niggas is not in wit me man, | |
| And yea, I' m talking wreckless but you gotta respect it, | |
| Its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta, | |
| Yea Kiss talk to em | |
| Jadakiss | |
| You know me KISS kiss of death | |
| LP soon comin for yall bless bless | |
| Metallic green paint on the impala the S. S. | |
| And I figure the more niggas 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 wit my arms so I' ll have no problem workin the mac | |
| Uh, never been a toe stepper, side switcher | |
| A fence jumper, I was 10 wit twin pumpers | |
| Hustled wit the best of them | |
| Did whatever it took to make a quarter I charge niggas to watch wrestlin | |
| I' m heavy threat, DBlock double R full surface yall niggas aint ready yet | |
| talking | |
| Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back. | |
| Chorus X2 | |
| Cassidy | |
| You know me CASS fresh dressed | |
| Just copped some new 45' s and a fresh vest | |
| I gets scout cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex | |
| But less tlk you aint got no heart in yo left breast | |
| Go head get yo beef on | |
| I' ll let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothing but ya sneaks on | |
| But it don' t matter cuz ya feets gone | |
| Now that' s restin in pieces so go meet Jesus | |
| You little boys better ease up | |
| Cuz them dudes you think hot' ll see Cass and then freeze up | |
| You wan' scrap roll ya sleeves up | |
| But I' ll rather squeeze cuz I aint tryin to my trees up | |
| Or wrinkle my dickie I crack a dutch sprinkle the sticky | |
| I know you pissed I got kiss them wit me, dig me | |
| Cuz you dudes is haters if you bet that I was gon' flop you gon' lose yo paper. | |
| Chorus X2 | |
| Jada | |
| A yo, get it through ya head there' s no stopping me | |
| Nigga the R is double the surface is full the block is D | |
| All it take is a trey 8 a mass nigga its Jada Cass I vision ya face waitin to blast | |
| If money was food yall niggas be fastin | |
| And we stuffin our face eatin wit passion | |
| In the hood like we runnin numbers | |
| Cass ask these motha as why they runnin from us | |
| Cassidy | |
| They runnin from us cuz they petrified | |
| I lift guns for the exercise | |
| And I spray like insecticides | |
| You bugs better rcognize | |
| When the weapon rise you can catch slugs in ya chest through ya vest 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 dues so I' ll blow ya brains out then feed it to ya seed like baby food | |
| Bitch!!! | |
| Chorus X2 |
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