Cassidy - Body Bags lyrics

Get ready, get set, it's steady
Bloody spaghetti shredded, heavy debted
Credit deadly
For bread, you'll get jelly-spreaded
The melody let me let it go mentally
Lindsay at it, coke headless with envy
At Nicole Richie and Brittany's habit
Cass, alot of rappers seem militant
And be itching addicts
Putting nothing but wood on the
Shelve like a kitchen cabinet
So if I feel the static, I'll peel a 'matic
They'll get the static
The calico sporatic BLING!
Now it's not so radical!
We come to no compatible establishment
You broke nose
For tryna Mike Jones my O-Zone
Be held embarassing
Shit, I'm geared as an afghani terrorist
I pop this tool
When I'm tryna bring you hell and mariest
You take a risk of reading braille
For even dare stare at this
You don't live MOB
You nothing but a queer therapist
Nigga my MO be get that money even OT
No penalty bueno si, that deniro b
That's all I see mentally
I shift you go from
Manual to automatic physically
Chemistry can't infiltrate my ministry
We in the street, You industry
Larceny, militia, nigga march with us
If not cass
Put em on some whole nother charts from us
BODY BAGS

My hand on my damn cock
Cause man I cop the gun so
Big it can prolly kill Hancock
I'm not a rat me talkin to the damn cops
Is like Luis Farrakhan eatin hamhacks
I'm a gorrilla but I'm slicker
Then a damn fox
Been cool since preschool playin
In the sandbox i'm a hustla
I used to hand to hand now I can
Stand on the block sellin gram after gram, ah
And no I'm not from japan, nah
But it just look like it's asian in me
Cause I keep the haze up in me
I been to jail I gotta couple
Hundred days up in me
But I still keep the hk
Keep the razor with me
I ball hard so other ballas
Is afraid to stick me
Cause if I get fouled I'll
Prolly shoot the tech
And you can be the next dude
That I shoot to death
I wil' out but if I foul
Out I'll shoot the ref
I'm happy when I'm in the
Coupe but the roof
Depressed cause I always put
Em down the trunk
Where I put em now I got dough ey
Since O put a pound in my hand
I been the man you should put
The crown on my dome
I'm on the phone havin conference calls with
Millionaire's yeah look what
I accomplished y'all
And I ain't tryna take a life
I got a conscience y'all
Plus the law send you up
North like a compass y'all
I was 17 livin up in yonkers y'all
Signed to ruff ryders with a
Flow that was bonkers y'all
I can't even lie you can ask dny
You can ask swizz too, sp and kiss too
You can ask dmx, the female pit to
And they all let you you know all
The battles I had to get through
You can ask drag or sheek bout how I had to
Eat thousands of motherfuckers up yup
I had the streets
But ain't no money in battlin
An I had to eat
I can spit wreckless but I had
To make a hit record
An now I make hit record after hit record
And I make chicks get naked
Like bitch check it
I just lick my lips on some LL shit
And then I make em laugh
On some david chappelle shit
An they be on some let's
Go to the hotel shit
I give em hard dick on some
Just got out of jail shit
The innocent man, been in the can
But I never made a statement never been
On the stand and I'm independent now
But that been in the plans
Cause it's all about the benjamins man
Real talk and you dudes can't walk
In my timberlands man
And my sneaks don't fit you
The streets don't fuck with you
I sip champagne and I throw back shots
And I smoke pot the color
Of a apple jacks box
I rap but I sold crack rock
And had the block jumpin like the
Frog on the honey smacks box you dig em?
Body bags!