Cassidy - Let Me Hear Something lyrics

I don't think nobody better than
Me in this whole world i'm so thorough
I'm the hottest in this cold world
Oh shit I'm so sick I gotta go earl
And I be on some ho shit ask my old girl
If this was your world it
Wouldn't be no girls
Cause you only like men aight then go girl
You triflin pussy like and hermaphrodite
I'm straight like 6'oclock you not
So pass the mic
It's a recession I copped my
Watch for half the price
But the ice still see-through like
A glass of sprite
I'm a hustla, I had da white
But I had to quit, cause for bricks
They will lock you up for half your life
I'm the truth you ain't half as nice
I mean the source magazine gon prolly
Give you half a mic
When you die they might try
Bring you back to life
But if they not successful I'll
Catch you in the afterlife
Right, we all gotta die someday
One day we all gon be dead
Yeah one way or another all
You motherfuckers gon pass away
That's why I live everday like
It's my last day
I'm on the grind trynna get
Money the fast way
I'm on my job all the time
I never had a half day
AR get cash cause he bag Yay
They move bags like the
Strash lay down halfway
I used to run with rock the dame dash way
But had to stop cause im on point
Like Steve Nash play, I'm a gorilla
And I'm hotter than the sun, i'm a killer
My gun be shooting like Steve Nash J
Run in your crib like Big
The scheme ass way
That big ass cape push your wig back halfway
I throw bullets like I'm pass play
And yoo, you could be wide receiver
You gotta buy a heater

I keep the pipe like Mario (Mamma mia)
And everytime I'm in the booth I
Got some kind of fever
I'm a thoroughbred you just red the don Diva
Mamasita give me brain like a mind reader
I'm ether, so me battlin yall
Is like a nigga with no
Arm seein a palm reader
You can't see me like Stevie
You ain't blind either you got good vision
But you still couldn't listen
Keep your hood, that's a hood tradition
But if you rich lookin in the hood
You ain't in a good position
Cause niggas in the hood twisted
You leave something unattended in the hood
It's as good as missin
You could be the best muslim
Or the goodest christian
But you still gon sin it's never gon end
Life's short that's the reason
Why I'm goin in, imma do me
Motheruckers can keep doin 'em
I'm born to win, you were born loser pussy
I pull it
Have them fuckin bullets goin through ya
That's how I'm goin through I show
You how the Heckler feel
I'm real healthy but I'm extra ill
And when I got my first record
Deal I was payin them
I was on the block movin
That rock like cavemen
And I was still spendin days in and days in
Still gettin cased in cooked that causcasian
I be lookin amazin
And that chocolate chip truck been
Told 'em raise in i was raised in the hood
Where niggas is caged in
Been through a lot that hot
Since finger ways was in
And I been a crook I put decades in
Got a stash on my truck
I cook the esacades in
Let me tell you what they trynna do
Look they invented the swine flu so
We don't let the ese's in
My homie Manolo keep the best haze in
That purple get me high as shit
That's why I buy that shit
He always give me a couple of buds extra
I get high so I don't get
High blood pressure, They right
Pressure do bust pipes
But I love pressure and I'm
Applyin it I'm a scientist, mother-f'er
I'm bout my business in
Kitchen I'm a chemist
But the knife an actuality I be doin biology
FATALITY it's over finish him
You a male but you a bitch
Like lil kim and 'em
Yall grown men but yall softer
Than all my women friends
I stop spittin crack
But relapse like I was eminem
Who your favorite rapper
Why you trynna mimic him?
You a copycat, holmes, you a clone a synonym
Look up that other aritist
Name in a thesaurus
And your stupid name will be right
Next to it you garbage
Who the hardest, the next rapper
That try to battle me, assault and battery
Automaticly you so sweet I prolly get
Another cavity, but fuck it
I got dentist money
That's why you mad at me
I'm on my grind from saturday to saturday
My block jump like charge and
A dead car battery
I'm the hustla I gotta grind
I'm CA double dollar sign
I'm the best bottom line
You must be out your mind
If you think you fuckin with me
You's a fuckin sissy
You can't even fuck with missy
Yo I gets the fuck busy
If somebody fuckin with me WHO
THE FUCK IS HE?
Don't get me mad man, I'm a
Bad man, my bad man
How many battles you had man?
I got fam like Ar-Ab and
Jag, man, that'll crush you
Cause you not fuckin with CASS man
They not gay but the are gettin
Your ass, cause you garbage, trash man
I'm the trashman
I got shit on smash man like I'm overweight
Keep the pokerface and keep the
Toasters on both my ways
Wait, man ain't none of yall joke or save
I cut your throat and have the smile on
Like the joker face, It'll get
Ugly like a smoker face
My pockets fat like oprah face
You know how to ball play
I come around your way
Hand on my cannon man I'm standin
In your door way
I know your address your whore
Told me where yall stay
I went to pick her up
And got dicksucks all day
What more can a boy say
Your know how them whores play, but
Don't go smack your whore
That's a whore forte
Or your 4-4 spray, hip hip hooray
You saw get your head blown
Off like four play
Ay don't listen to what your boys say
Your boys can't stop them shots
When comin your way
Look I cook cats like China gourmet
You done for it you don't
Even live one more day
Ay young boy I don't play
The games that yall play
They rather listen to me than that
Shit yall say, cause yall gay, yo when CASS
Spit every bar like a eight bar, eight bars
Like a half brick, don't get your ass kicked

Matter fact man, if you show
Your face like rat van, it's s wrap man
Clap man! the president is a black man
But the way they out here
Robbin we need a batman
I can rap and I'm real, Real rap man
Life like a dice game don't get your head
Cracked man i wheigh 165 if that man
I'm light but if life see my
Pipe it'd say I'm fat man
I call this bitch Ms pac Man
Cause she will swallow my balls then
Go and kiss that man
You just rap, you don't trap man, if
I let you have four and half
What you will bring back man?
You never had that boy, you a pac man
Matter fact pack boy! you grind in a pack man
You would get a pack boy
Then grindin for that man
I'm a trap boy move wheight
Like the fat boys
My watch clap boys, the diamonds
Of that been shinin
It'd give a tan to a black man
But I ain't never get jacked man
And I don't care I was wearin
My jewerly in iraq man
I can scrap man bang you with the gat man
And cut you like I was playin
Spades with a black hand no red card joke
When I did BARS I was in recovery
You still see the head scars
Thank god I ain't die I hit my head hard
But ay when I was a kid my mom did say
Boy your head hard, the problems I
Always had was followin rules
I'm a dude that always bad
I went to school and cut class no
Hallway pass, I always had a bitch
I was gettin all the ass
They be like: " Do you
Listen to other artists CASS?"
Man I got me beatin an other artists ass
Man I got me beatin up your retarded ass
Then get
Your wife to kiss the pipe for an autograph
CASH!