Cassidy - B.A.R.S. Vs. Da Hustla lyrics

You just a performer
I was on the corner grinding the packet
I'm a Ryder
If there's drama I'm palming the ratchet
And you could find me in traffic
I'm in the streets
10 years ago I was moving like 10 a week
You just a family man, tryna settle down
You on parole so you scared
To hold the metal now
You moved away from the hood
I'm in the ghetto now yea, I grip pipes
I just like how the metal sound
I got the metal now, nigga
I ain't never scared
How the fuck you run Philly
And you ain't never there!?
And I ain't never feared nothing but God
You went to jail, came home
And ain't do nothing but hide
But fuck it, I'm a ride
I might start sparking the H
I send rap cats to God like Mase
And like the car accident
I'll put another scar on your face
But when the 5 clap
You ain't gonna survive that nigga

Oh, you ruthless
The record I'm a Hustla was stupid
Cause Jay made more off the
Record than you did
And Swizz made more off the
Record than you did
So you did something for nothing you doofus
I'm too sick for, any nigga with 2 lips
And 1 tongue in his mouth, I talk too slick
You only got a few hit's and a couple fans
And I could prolly get you
Bodied for a couple grand
I caught a murder attempts
I had a couple man but I could knuckle man
And knock you out with a couple hands
Every bar I spit raw like a couple grams
You the Hustla
But I'll show you how to hustle man

Look, I'm a give this guy an applause
But It's a lotta lies in a lot of his BARS
Cause I'm a hustla, I sold pies of the raw
Plus, the hustla gon' ride if it's war
But you the type of boy
That'll hide if it's war
You the type boy that never
Come outside if it's war
So, you a nut to me
You know you can't fuck with me
And BARS you was locked
Up on protective custody
You like my son, but I don't want custody
You a mutt to me, I'm a pit
And you a pup to me
You in the street cause you
Beat the case luckily
But you ain't tough as me, I'll burn
You like a dutch of trees, Nigga

You a snitch, you a rat, you'll sing
You'll hold the note i sold the coke
And smoke weed 'till I'm comatose
I live by the rules
I was schooled by the older folks
I was showed the ropes by the
Cats that was holding toast
Lord knows even goons get the Holy Ghost
Yea, I believe in Christ
But I'll still squeeze a pipe
And I don't even need to write
Or switch the flow you niggas know I ain't
Murder Fluke or Cicero i'm way sicker yo
So who ever supposed to be nice
Get two choices, the toast or the knife
And if you think you a hustler
Then you the one smokin the pipe
Cause you ain't never sold no
Coke in you life, Trust me!
You must be giving money away
If you got 20 strips all doin 20 a day!
Cause you ain't worth shit
You went gold on your first disc
And I'm a Hustla sold less
Then your first shit, Nigga