Cassidy - A.M. to P.M. lyrics

I still move work, from the AM to the PM
Niggas got beef
I'mma spray 'em when I see 'em
I'mma spray 'em when I see 'em
I'mma spray 'em when I see 'em

I pump on the street from the AM to the PM
A nigga want beef
I'mma spray him when I see him
Lay 'em when I see him
AK 'em when I see him
Hop out the Bronco and OJ him when I see him
Cut a bone out his skin
Fish filet him when I see him
Then wire his grill, Kanye him when I see him
My young'uns on they job
So I pay 'em when I see 'em
Turn Boyz I I Men
I'll Wanya 'em when I see 'em
Cause I be on the grind from the PM to the AM
Paint pictures with my rhymes
You can see 'em when I say 'em
My songs like movies you can see
'em when you play them
If a nigga want beef
When I see 'em I'mma spray 'em
For six G's
I could get your whip swiss cheesed
I'm like a red nosed pit, you a mixed breed
Bitch please, all 'em dudes in your crew ass
I'll get you strangled with the
Strings on your doo rag


I'mma let you niggas talk all stupid
'til you get hawked all stupid
Sparked all stupid
Outlined in chalk all stupid
Dog I bite I don't bark all stupid
It is what it is
I'm in the coupe roof dropped all stupid
Fitted hat cocked all stupid
Gettin' top all stupid
My clientele cop all stupid
We make sales on the block all stupid
It is what it is
It's a fact that I rap all stupid
Get your wig pushed back all stupid
We strapped all stupid
I'll get you clapped all stupid
Don't let the pills and the 'yac
Make you act all stupid
Yeah, I do my thing all stupid
Let my chain bling all stupid
My ring all stupid and my earring all stupid
I got them things and I sling all stupid
Stupid

Yo, my flow'll have you
Amazed and astonished
I been hot since I copped
My first Sega with Sonic back in the days
When Shawn Kemp played for the sonics
I rocked the huge jeans and
I played the Etonics you know I blow haze
I be blazing the chronic
It got my mind scrambled like
The egg in a omelette
I talk to God every day
And he made me a promise
Me and T like Malcolm and Elijah Muhammad
Me and Swizz like Martin and Jesse
But the fact that I can get assassinated
Is starting to stress me
I ain't tryna let the
Police department arrest me
But I still keep steel tucked
Under the fresh tee
And I ain't just rapping for my health
So before you diss me
You be betta off clappin' at yourself
Cause I ain't tryna battle on the mic
I have them goons hop out on you
Like they did Harold at the light