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Cassidy
Cassidy


Background information
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Rap
Gangsta Rap
Years active 2002—present
Label(s) Full Surface Records
Ruff Ryders Entertainment
J Records
Associated acts Swizz Beatz
The Game
Fabolous
Jag
Ruff Ryders
Larsiny Family



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Cassidy Album


B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story (11/06/2007)
11/06/2007
1.
2.
My Drink N' My 2 Step (feat. Swizz Beatz)
3.
4.
5.
I Pray (feat. Shiz Lansky)
6.
Innocent Man (Misunderstood) (feat. Mark Morrison)
7.
Cash Rulez (feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony & Eve)
8.
Leanin' On The Lord (feat. Angie Stone)
9.
10.
11.
I Get My Paper (feat. Swizz Beatz)
12.
Take A Trip (feat. Mashonda)
13.
Celebrate (feat. John Legend)
14.
. . .


[Da Hustla:]
Yea, You just a Performer, I was on the corner grindin the packet,
I'm a Ryder, If there's drama, I'm Palmin the Ratchet
And You could find me In traffic, I'm in the streets,
10 Years ago I was Movin like 10 a Week,
You just a family man, Tryin 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 jus 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 nuttin but god,
You went to jail, came home and ain't do nuttin but Hide,
But Fuck it, I'm a Ride, I Mite startin sparkin 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 gone Survive that!

[BARS:]
Oh, You ruthless? The record I'm a Hustla Stupid,
Cause Jay Made more off the record than You Did,
And Swizz made more off the record than You Did,
So You did somethin for nuthin you doofus,
I'm to sick for, any nigga with 2 lips,
And 1 tongue in his mouth, I talk to slick,
You only got a few hits and a couple fans,
And I could probly 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!

[Da Hustla:]
Look, I'm a Give this guy an aplause,
But It's alota lies in alot 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'a 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 mut 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-a-tree!

[BARS:]
You a snitch, You a rat, You a sing, You'll hold the note,
I sold the coke, or 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 holdin toast,
Lords 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 MURDA FLUKE or Cysi-Ro!
I'm way sicker yo, So who ever supposed to be nice get 2 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 given 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!

. . .


(feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Intro: Swizz Beats]
Oooooo (Wooooo)
Oooooo (Wooooo)
Oooooo (Wooooo)
Heyyyyyyyy

[Hook x2: Swizz Beatz (Cassidy)]
I Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step
Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step
It's On It's On It's On (N I'm Home Get Da
Patrone N Tell Dem Dat It's On)

[Verse 1: Cassidy]
I Got My Drink N My Dutchi I Just Beat A Murda
People Think Dat I'm Lucky My Link Lookin Husky
Big Stones It's On It's On
Da Kid Home Get Da Patrone N Tell Dem Dat It's On
Put Tha Smoke In The Air N Get Stoned
Da Whips Sitin On 2 Sixes Da Lips Grown
My Money Use 2 Be Immature Now My Shit Grown
Big Wheels, Big Homes I'm Doin It Big Homes
(Now It's On It's On It's On) Da Kids Home
Get Da Patrone N Tell Em Dat It's On
I Do My Two Step N Let Da Link Swing
Hold Da Drink With Da Left Hand N Show Da Pink Ring (Yeaaa) (Bling)

[Hook x2: Swizz Beatz (Cassidy)]
I Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step
Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step
It's On It's On It's On (N I'm Home Get Da
Patrone N Tell Dem Dat It's On)

[Verse 2: Cassidy]
A Yo They Wanna Be Like Me Recreate My Flo
Emitate My Flo, Then Remake My Flo
But While They Tryna Take My Flo I Make My Doe
Ayo I Could Make It Rain Cause I Be Maken It Snow
But Yo I Been Takin Slo I Wasn't Around
But The Car Crash Couldn't Lay Da Huslta Down, Naw
I'm Still Here Fo' Real I'm Still Here
It Wasn't Lookin Pretty But Swizzy I'm Still Here
They Said I Coulda Been Brain Dead In A Wheel Chair
But I'm Standin In Da Booth N Da Skills Is Still Here
Yea Da Hustla Homes, Da Hustla Home
Let's Celebrate A Toss With A Cup Of Patrone (Yeaaa)

[Hook x2: Swizz Beatz (Cassidy)]
I Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step
Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step
It's On It's On It's On (N I'm Home Get Da
Patrone N Tell Dem Dat It's On)

[Verse 3: Cassidy]
Yea Yea Put Ya Dutch In Tha Air, Smoke Haze
Let Da Smoke Raise Up In Tha Air
U Mighta Seen Me In Da Ghini At A Couple Affiars
Da Engine In Da Trunk Da Doors Go Up In Da Air
Yea N I Been Gon 4 A Couple Of Years
I Dun Sweat I Dun Bleed Shead A Couple Of Tears
I Ain't Stressin It's A Blessin Dat Da Hustla Here
Let's Celebrate A Toss Put Ya Cup In Da Air (Yeaaa)

[Hook x2: Swizz Beatz (Cassidy)]
I Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step
Got My Drink N My 2 Step, My Drink N My 2 Step
It's On It's On It's On (N I'm Home Get Da
Patrone N Tell Dem Dat It's On)

. . .


Man cock that shit...
Yo man, this nigga Cassidy frontin (Yo Cock this tho man), oh that nigga think he sweet, (Yo pass that mac man)
Yo not for nothin, that video shit and all that...
Fuck that, (yo when I'm a hit that nigga all up in... I hate that nigga)

[Chorus:]
Where My niggaz at, Huh
Cock that Yo
Squeeze them triggas back,
Huh, Pop that yo,
If I gotta, I'm a Pop a nigga
Lay a nigga down,
I ain't playin, I'll spray a nigga,
Lay a nigga down! [x2]

[Verse 1:]
Niggaz ain't ready to die, They ready to tell,
That's why my squad ready to ride and ready for jail,
They'll give you every in the shell in the K,
A couple rounds from the pipe'll make it sound like Independence Day!
And I could talk that gun shit, Cause I done shit,
My nick name should be Diarea How I run shit,
And I done seen niggaz guns spit over dumb shit,
I got a young bitch named Nina that You could Tongue Kiss!
When It come to this gun shit I'm the man son,
Niggaz gon show me respect cause I demand some,
I play with bullets bout as big as my damn thumb,
And I'll spit the A R Hand Gun till my hand numb,
I ain't a hypocrite who spit shit He never did,
I'm a speak the truth whether positive or negative,
Don't get me wrong, I put songs that was conscious out,
But I'll still Grab the Thompson and Blow Ya Conscience out!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
My flow so raw, I thought about baggin it up,
Every word like a Bird, I'm jus addin it up,
But with the burner I'll Burn ya like bag in the dutch,
I'll jus, blast at ya gut, Light ya Abdomen up, Yup,
But I ain't the same Cass from the past,
I be tryna chill but I'll still blast at ya ass,
I got cash in the stash, and Money In the bank ya'll,
Hatin on me makin me rich, I wanna thank ya'll!
I'll leave the biscuit on my hip and jus shank ya'll,
Onli thing you niggaz ever shot was a paintball, or a cap gun, You could get your hat spun,
You gotta known I clap my gun, Man, You ain't that dumb!
Back when I was young, no bull, I pulled triggas back,
I be in the hood cause I'm good where my niggaz at,
I'm the general, I'll let my military get you,
With the military pistols, that's military issued!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I got alota gats,
And I just fought a homocide and I ain't make 1 statement, You Know I'm Not a rat,
So what You gotta gat,
When it start poppin off,
You'll probly shoot your fuckin self tryna pop it off,
You ain't got the balls, You soft like cotton balls,
You just think You hard cause the pills and the Alcohol,
But dawg you ain't hard as you say you is,
You needa tell your fans how soft and gay you is,
S H A, No matter what K It is,
I'm a still keep poppin and bodies'll keep droppin,
But I don't wanna hafta injure nobody,
Grip the pipe, Or stick the knife into somebody,
And I don't walk around now pretendin I'm Gotti,
But I'll still clap the mac 10 at somebody, Uh,
I Took my life and put it all into rap,
For my dawgs with they paws on the gat!

[Chorus]

. . .


Uh huh
uh huh
uh huh
uh huh

chorus: if the DA ask me to tell i'm like uh huh
they like u wanna go back to jail i'm likeuhhuh
stay with the apes and co's i'm like uh huh
i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh

i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh
keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh
i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh
and thats that i will never ratuh huh

verse 1: blow the fuckin whistle
im on my fuckin grizzle
tryin to make a dolla out a dime and a fuckin nickel
i'll knuckle with ya but i got a couple pistols
if they fuckin hit uu be dead or a fuckin cripple
i'm just fuckin wit u i aint gone bust a pistol
cuz i'm on parolle
and i aint trying to get fuckin pickled
i call my gat acrobat cuz it will fuckin flip u
stuff u in a box like some fuckin tissue
if you cats got nine lives
i hope brought a couple wit u
or you won't liveya relatives gone fuckin miss u
if u rat i aint fuckin wit u
i wouldn't even tell
if i seen bin laden buying a fuckin missle
if u a snitch i'll come and get u
take ya life and the life of the rest
of the mice runnin wit u
if u pack gats then i'm fuckin wit u
but if u live by the gun
you gone die by the fuckin pistol

(chorus)if the DA ask me to tell i'm like uh huh
they like u wanna go back to jail i'm likeuhhuh
stay with the apes and co's i'm like uh huh
i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh

i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh
keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh
i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh
and thats that i will never ratuh huh)

verse 2: you aint a killa yet
you aint a guerilla yet
i bang like i'm at the range
and you can be the silouette
yea i'm still a threat
u can still feel a heck
the lead a put ya to bed
cuz u soft like a pillow set
u pussy's is sweet
i'll put ya to sleep
the bullets i put in the heat
a put ya face on ya feet
u can look in my face and see u facin defeat
its basically beef
dont let me see ya face in the street
u better stand on the pavement
u aint safe in the street
im flippin weight in the street
i get cake in the street
so what u make in a year
i can make in a week
or probably a couple hours..
i'm gettin a couple dollars
all i'm doin is takin a beat
and then speakin the truth on it
like dr.king with a speech
man you snitches conversate with police
but its a difference between a lake and a beach
and a grape and a peach motherfucka

chorus: if the DA ask me to tell i'm like uh huh
they like u wanna go back to jail i'm likeuh huh
stay with the apes and co's i'm like uh huh
i like to clap gats but my p.o. like uh huh

i seen the jail i will never tell uh huh
keep ya deal i will never squeal uh huh
i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh
and thats that i will never ratuh huh

verse 3: i said u cats rat
like the mask on ninja turtles
i was being nice
cuz u mice bout as big as gerbels
lil hamster guiena pig type niggas
who be givin information to the pigs
with the quickness
them kids snitches they'll try to ride against u
then sign a sepina and testify against u
go to jail never that
take a deal never that
squeal never that
thats that
i will never rat

(chorus)

. . .


~{Chorus}~
to get away I got to pray that I'll
make some cheese and get out these crazy streets
to get away I got to pray that I'll
make some gwop and get off this crazy block
to get away I got to pray that I'll
make some cake and get out this crazy place
to get away I got to pray that it'll
be all good if I get oout this crazy hood and I pray
~{Verse 1}~
I pray everyday for a better life but it's never a night I ain't trying to get my cheddar right make it better christ I'm on both of my knees I"m trying to stop coppin' cope by the keys I'm sorry father but I got to keep a toaster to squeeze I be stressin' cuzz the blessings I'm supposed to recieve I ain't gettin' yo I'm supposed to succeed but I didn't yo I didnt know cuzz I was naive but now I'm gettin' dough my son gettin' plead I hit the stage and spit a flow I rip the show and make enough monet to but a brick of snowI get to travel to places you never get to go so I got to move from the block I'm a lot richer yo I'm a lot sicker yo I make hits quicker yo when I blaze the haze and mix it with the liquor yo niggaz know to get cake I need these streets so I'ma stay but I pray that I could leave these streets everyday
~{Chorus}~
~{Verse 2}~
for a life full of transgressions is heaven harder than inner are the roads to the pearly gates all for repenters is the harder the winter the harder the sinner lord I blow so much kush the answers hard to remember I knowI ought to go to church and pay my tides but I'd rather pay the hand I'm delt and wake my eyes and I drop to my knees and I pray my god that when you save my soul you save my squad cuzz they some viscious killas that'll spare no life they don't pray to our lie and they don't fear no christ so don't where no ice cuzz they'll run up and clap you dummy which proves my thoery the route to evil's the lack of money so that's the reason why I stack my monet I'm tryin to move from these streets and consentrate on this rapper money
~{Chorus}~
~{Verse 3}~
man we supposed to be family and we all hood if we all could get money it'll be all good cuzz we all street but we all deep I'm tryin' to make more to make sure that we all eat until we all fall then we get fed then get bread we hustlin' to try to stop sufferin' yea I put my L in the air I got love for them and everyday I pray that they stop strugglin' for real
~{Chorus}~

. . .


(feat. Mark Morrison)

Did My Time In A County Jail
Just When Fiens Started Goin There
And I Paied The Price For The Crimes I Did

[Chorus:]
I'm A Innocent Man... misunderstood
I'm A Innocent Man... just From The Hood
I'm A Innocent Man... misunderstood
I'm A Innocent Man... just From The Hood

[Verse 1:]
I Do The Damn Thing
Bezzel And The Band Bling
Sling Grams Spend 10 Grand On A Damn Ring
I Run Philly, I Ain't Tryin Be The Damn King
But The Damn Thing Can Get Pulled Like A Hamstring
I Use To Hang With These Niggas From My Hood Mane
Yea I Showed Them The World I Took Them Out The Hood Mane
Yea It Cost Some Cahnge But It's All Good Mane
Cause I Got Money To Burn Like Pack Woods Mane
And We Was Smoking, Joking And Poppin Bottles
Getting Open Storking Poking And Poppin Modles
I Was Hoping That They Could Get Paper With Me
But When I Start Gettin Cake They Start Hating On Me
They Showed Up To The Crib That My Mother Was At, My Son Baby Mother And My Brother Was At
And The Was Straped Acting Tuff And Start Busting The Gak
And Th Protect My Family I Start Busting It Back... bllllllaaaaakkk

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Jail Vecios It's Hard To Be Paitencnt And Stay Strong
When You Get Pictures Of Chicks Half Naked In They Thongs
The Anticipation Be Makin The Days Long
I Waited Cause I Just Gotta Make It Like Trey Songs
My Lawyers Could'ntLoose The Prooved The D-a Wrong
I Smilled At The Trial, Kept Cool And Stayed Clam
I Waved At My Mom And Swolloed My Pride Man
Them Guys On The Stand Brought Tears To My Eyes Man
The Stuff They Was Disscussing Was Notheing But Lies Man
They Said I Bust The Chrome At Homie That Died Man
I Thought Them Lil Dudes Was Apart Of My Squad Man
They Started Actin Up But They Musta Been High Man
You See That I Ain't Shook From The Look In My Eyes Man
But Being Booked Was A Blessing In Disquise Man
I Needed Time To Get My Life Organized Man
So Everything That Happend Was Part Of My Gods Plan

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Involentary Manslaughter Just Porole
I Spanked The Murder Like A Bad Ass 6 Year Old
I Knew That I Was Gone Be Rich Since I Was 6 Years Old
Now I'm The Richest Rapper Under 26 Years Old
So It's On Now, I'm Home Now It's A Celebration
I Got My Drink And My 2 Step Cause I'm Elevating
I'm Gettin Hela Cakin With The Number One Record
But I'll Still Bust My Gun If You Come Test It... yea

Change The Life... that I Live
Got Me Living Fine... negative
Is The Game... destroying Me?
So I Pray To God That He Has My Seed

[Chorus x2: with Talking Form Cassidy]
Tea I'm A Innocent Man
They Tried To Give Me The Death Penalty Or Life Witout The Possibility Of Porole
But Thanks To God I'm Here Now
And I Wanna Say Rest In Peace To Desmond Hawkins And I Wanna Give Respects Out To His Family Cause They Didn't Have Nothing To Do With It I Apologize But You Really Can't Knock Me For Riding For My Famliy Cause You Would Do The Same... fa Real

. . .


(feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony & Eve)

Cassidy
Evee e
And Bone Thugs [x4]

[Cassidy:]
Yo to get the cash I get the mask
My trigga finga itch so I'm quick to blast
I'm quick to spaz I'll strip ya ass
Put a bullet in the clip and come get ya ass
Nigga this bones an mista cash
Niggas on my dick like you with them cats
Niggas never heardd me spit this fast got niggas on the strip if you hit the glass
(yo switch it cas)
I can change the flow
Yo you the type of cat that give my name to po po
You a rat, you a lame with no doe
Push ya weight back when I bang the fo fo
I grip it and blast for it
Nigga you can get it if you ask for it
I can spit it in fast fowardd
(or I can go it slower)
Chop and screw it
Had the whole midwest rockin to it
Had the whole ddown south snappin to it
Get the whole east coast back into it
I'm the cat to do
Whole west coast gone bang to this
I ddo this for my niggas with cain to pitch
They never should have let me get the hang of this
Now I spit game so dangerous
I'm amazin homes
When I raise the chrome
Put the laza on then blaze the chrome
Thou shall never fuck with lazy bone
Can't forget wish and crazy bone
And bes believe that if you fuck with eve I'm gonna kill you
I rep to the def
F to the s man it don't get no reala

[Chorus: x2]
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me
Cash rulez everything around me

[Krayzie Bone:]
Niggas better listen to the warnin
Run up on a nigga he die
Can't find him till the mornin
Believe me ain't scared to put it on ya
Leave you in a feild in califonia
Nigga make money, get money, big money
Casue when a motha fucka broke ain't shit funny
Betta believe
Cash rule everything around me
So don't bring yo broke ass around me
Spitta
Nigga wigga?
For the scrilla
Killa
Dolla billa
And in the middle of the drama I'm gonna be goin inside of ya pocket
For the profit
So drop it
Nigga this cas and bone
Light up some hash and pass the chrome
Any nigga with a missunderstandin gone get handled
And that's for sho

[Wish Bone:]
Nigga shut it down
We ddont fuck around
If a nigga disrespect make him lay ddown
You can get it in the street
And I'm raised up
Nigga lay face ddown
Nigga give me that shit
What I'm posed to do
When a nigga ridde through
With his moneyy I want itt
What I'm tryin to say been doin this stuff
Fake niggas ddt want ittt
Hit hard drop a body guard
You don't want what's over here
Nigga betta watch ya braud
Cause she [?]
Andd we will bring it over there
Nigga this bone and cas who can fuck with that
Ain't no body gone rat we no that
Make a nigga bow down
Cut him all in the face
His hole camp on hush
Nigga that's our ways

[Chorus]

[Lazy Bone:]
Betta give me my money man
I ain't runnin games
Me an lil cas like one in the same
We want it, we need it you betta believe it
An if you ain't got it we gunnin mann
I ain't askin twice I never been that nice
No niggas been killed for a game of dice
He come short on the dept and he paid the price
Stayin at home with a safety light
Choose to gamble
Mista ramble
Nigga like that get made example
I'm a tell you like a biggy sample
Come short on the ddope
Get ya contract canceled
I'm out sidde first with pleny of amo
This full surface nig hard to handle
Nigga run up betta bet he get dismantled
Got him glues to the tank? can't change the chanel

[Eve:]
I was born to be a rich bitch
Can't ever block me from this ddoe
Nigga riddiculous
Ya you see me
Ermez? head to toe
Nigga witness
You can't stop me pop on the jet head to paris for a hour
Jus to cop me a dress
You call it crazy
Well I call it life
An I'm makin sure I'm all good
Nigga it's hard to rich fuck broke
I remember that bein in the hood
And I ain't never goin back
Fuck that
Got to much of what I want and need
Ya you hatas we love you hate it
Cassidy bones an eve

[Chorus]

. . .


Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side

Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side

Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side

Here's a story about a youngin' that started off strugglin'
He didn't like his life so he started off hustlin'
He was doin' good in the hood with the cane
Whole hood knew his name, he had neighborhood fame

Now he stays dressed up, just copped the fresh trucks
Stepped his rep up, plus he stepped his connect up
But guess what? He don't even mess with his old
'Cause they hatin' 'cause he makin' more money than those

So one day when he was chillin' on the block, dealin'
Tryin' to make a killin' on the block
Some dudes came, masks down, told him lay his down
Then they blasts rounds and started fillin' him with shots

He can't feel his legs, got grazed in his head yo
He might be paralyzed but he could've been dead though
He on his bed yo, prayin' to God
If he survives that he promise to stay on His side

Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side

Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side

Here's a story about a shorty chasin' the cream
Her daddy was an inmate, her mommy was a fiend
Her grandmom old so she couldn't get control of her
It was all love 'til the drugs took a hold of her

First it was liquor then it was weed
Then next came the wet, then the syrup and V's, E's
OxyContin, she poppin' them pills
And if you got a couple dollars she'll hop in your wheel

Until one day a with paper
Took her out, got her pilled up then he raped up
Fam even had a camcorder and taped her
As soon as her high faded, shorty felt violated

So she stopped gettin' high all the damn time
Only person she could talk to was her grandmom
Now every Sunday she be goin' to church with her
She leaned on the Lord, now He startin' to work with her

Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side

Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side

Here's a story about a young rapper named Cassidy
He started off at 13, I mean he actually
Signed his first deal when he was still goin' to high school
10th grade, way back then he was a fly dude

He played by the rules, determined to get cake
He started off battlin' and rippin' the mixtapes
But he didn't take the same path that the rest do
He dropped a debut that was highly successful

That's when the respect came, that's when the checks came
He realized life is like playin' a chess game
Him and Swizz, they started makin' the next album
They say when you make more money, expect problems

But the problem that he faced was unheard of
They locked him up, no bail and charged him with murder
But now he got his freedom restored and he livin' his dream
That's why he leanin' on the side of the Lord

Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side

Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side

Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side

Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side

Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side

Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side

I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side

. . .


(feat. Rell)

[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game
When it's gone come back, come back?
I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that
Let's move on

[Verse 1:]
Damn I used to love this rap shit
(I used loved it)
When it was on some gold robe, cane, gold hat shit
Now every rapper on some bust the gat shit
Cut that crack shit
Fuck that wack shit
Public Enemy was on some power to black shit
Rap cats need to get back on that shit
(real talk)
They need to try switchin they flows
Cause all of our women ain't bitches and hoes
And er'y rapper out got a brick on the stove
And wrists all frooze, and whip on roads
To hear that, I can listen to Hov
You bullshittin then you gettin exposed

[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game
Whens it's gone come back, come back?
I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that
Let's move on

[Verse 2:]
Yo what happened to the game?
All these niggas rappin the same and that's lame
(that's lame)
Cats hustlin, bustin they gat
Curtis Blow never talked about hustlin crack
(noooo)
Yo, Evrybody on the grind
But Run DMC never killed nobody in a rhyme
They wasn't on that beef shit
And Melle Mel was the first one to talk that street shit
Ever since NWA came out
Cats turned gangsta and took that same rout
(man)
Ya hear that I could listen to Pac
You bullshitin the mission'll stop

[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game
When it's gone come back, come back
I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that
Let's move on

[Verse 3:]
I don't even listen to rap now (nope)
It make my head hurt when I listen to cats now
It sound like they all rhymin in one booth
So take the industry n put them all in one group
Since they all on the same page
We should be able to boo them dudes off the same stage (boooo)
For real, I still love this rap shit
Even though the A wanna whip that snap shit
Even though the Bay wanna rip that hyphy
When I get on the mic niggas still gone like me
The head crack[? ], you can listen to me
You bullshitin you ain't sicker than me

[Hook: x2]
Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game
When it's gone come back, come back?
I'm gettin tired of the dumb rap dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that
Let's move on

. . .


[Chorus: Cassidy]
It's a blessin that I'm even alive
It's a reason that I'm breathin, I believe there's a God
Hey... look what he done for me
Look-look-look, look-look-look, look what he done for me
Hey; some people choose not to believe
But I pray e'ry day when I drop to my knees
I say - look what you done for me
Look-look-look, look-look-look, look what you done for me

[Cassidy:]
Hey! I wake up e'ry day and say thank you
When I'm floatin off course then the Lord is my anchor
I know you feelin me ain'tcha?
When I kill time with my son that's keepin it gangster
I'm done beefin cause I'm eatin
I feel bein a father to my son that's keepin it real (I'll)
And I'm the one providin at home
So I can't leave my seed to survive on his own, NOOO~!
No, it's not optional man
That's why I maneuver through the obstacles man
And, I watch for the snakes that's in the grass
So I can stay alive and be a daddy to Cas

[Chorus]

[Cassidy:]
Hey! I pray another rapper don't get shot
Cause the media's gon' blame it on hip-hop
Look at Big L, Soulja Slim and Big Pop'
Jam Master Jay, the boy Proof and the kid 'Pac
You and me gon' have to see to it the (shit) stop
If not, they gon' bring rap to a pitstop
Plus the hip-hop cops ain't a myth ock
They'll love to sit you in the box if you slip ock
You a big shot, you will get more time
Look at C-Murder, Cool C and the boy Shyne
Beans and Kim got a day and a year
It's rules to the game and they ain't playin it fair, yeah

[Chorus]

[Cassidy:]
Hey! God is good, God is great
It's a reason that I'm breathin and it gotta be faith
And I'm thankful that I'm eatin, there's a lot on my plate
If the Lord wasn't watchin I'd be ridin upstate
Hey, so I wake up e'ry day and say thank you
When I'm floatin off course, then the Lord is my anchor
I know you feelin me ain'tcha?
See Christ died on the cross, that's keepin it gangster

[Chorus]

Hey!

. . .


I get, I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you

Cassidy the problem, c'mon
All my people out there, gettin' that cake man
Take somethin' out your pocket and put it in the air like this
Put it in the air like this and say some **** like this, c'mon

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you

Look if you deal **** and you still broke
Start grindin' more homes, 'cause I'ma drug connoisseur homes
In the hood good jobs is hard to find like dinosaur bones
I'm tryin' to start shinin' more homes

That's why I make 'em hurry up and buy like that China store homes
'Cause they'll give you time for a dime or more of stones
And tellin' ain't my twist, I ain't that kind of boy homes
But a lot of ****** singin' like the Commodores homes

I'm ridin' when it's time for war homes
The chrome on my hip, can flip a fully grown dinosaur homes
I'm the kind of boy known to split domes when I pop the Taurus
I spray rounds that could lay down a tyrannosaurus

My mind like a thesaurus, I'ma shine regardless
My brain a dictionary, lames I'm quick to bury
I spit scriptures and put pictures on obituaries
So get your own sound or hustle a home now, *****

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you

Yeah, every bar that I write like a brick of that hard white
I've truly been blessed, it's a gift from the Lord Christ
But yo if you livin' the hard life, you can't get back
The hand you was dealt, so play your cards right

They say you ain't promised tomorrow right?
So I stay in the street, like a deer that stay in that car lights
With the high beams on and the fog lights lit
I get, my lean on, on some B.A.R.S. type ****

Until, my cream gone I'ma ball like this
In my all white tee and my all white kicks
And I still toss the white on the strip that's why I floss like this
With the frostbite wrist 'cause we all quite rich, I love this life

I threw different color ice, in my cross like Swizz
And all I give broads is hard type ****, have 'em twirlin' they tongue
Yeah, I know I got a girl and a son, but um
It's a man's world and I'm as thorough as they come, what?

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you

Yeah, I'm from a block where ****** get it poppin' at
Where cats is known for boxin' and poppin' gats
But you gotta aim low when you poppin' that
'Cause that hot **** got kick like a soccer match

I'm from where the M-1's and the choppers at
Feel me where you can come to go gun shoppin' at
You rockin' plaque, got your chain with the watch to match
Watch your back if you go and you ain't got your gat

Cats'll jack your pop he ain't got a strap
Cats'll rob your mom if she got a stack
'Cause ****** tryin' to get paid and ****** not tryin'
To get waged when they rockin' the stockin' cap

Round the way they got gourmet pots of *****
And you would spend like 24 for a block of that
My ****** tryin' to get the cheese but no not the rat
I'm from a block where snitchin' ain't a option at

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you

. . .


(feat. Mashonda)

[Swizz Beatz:] Beautiful day
[Cassidy:] It's a beautiful day
[Mashond:] What a beautiful day

[Swizz Beatz:] Start up the engine

[Bridge:]
We rollin' in the six fo
And all your hearin' is
All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is

Flyin in the G-Fo'
And all your hearin' is
All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is

Let Me Take You Awaa (Mashonda)

[Chorus:]
Can we take a trip
Baby I don't mind
There we go, aslong as your all mine
We can drive or walk
Baby we can fly
Aslong as you take me away
I'll be makin' you say

[Verse 1:]
I'm flying in the G-Fo'
And when I land you should be standing there with the keys in your hand
Then we ridin in the six Fo'
You my chick so
All them other chicks I was with, can call it quits yo
You the chick I with yo
And I don't like to kiss
But Aytime we kiss, I can't let your lips go
I love you like my Pistol
With' you I stay safe, so you can stay straight
We go have to vacate
And go take a trip yo
Go and relax, you can shop when you land, you don't even need to pack
I ain't letting this go
I'm holding on it for life
Tomorow night, but we boarding the flight
Aightt

[Chorus:]
Can we take a trip
Baby I don't mind
There we go, aslong as your all mine
We can drive or walk
Baby we can fly
Aslong as you take me away
I'll be makin' you say

Uh My, Oh My
Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say
Ah Ah, UH Ah
La, La, La, La, La, LA, La

[Verse 2:]
I'm selling on Swizz yaught
You know I get gwapt
I can spend about house money just on a wrist watch
So you know my chick hot
And got a nice face
But she got a tight waste
She in tip-top
Shape
But still thick like Rib-top
Without effort, she break records like a Disk Jock
Shawty 'bout to get got
Cause she hard as nails
She that broad, it ain't hard to tell
Well me and shawty live life
Then I took her to bed
And before she fell to sleep, I said
Girl I love you more then hip-hop
You a women, or wife
I think I finally met a women I like
Righttt

[Chorus:]
Can we take a trip
Baby I don't mind
There we go, aslong as your all mine
We can drive or walk
Baby we can fly
Aslong as you take me away
I'll be makin' you say

Uh My, Oh My
Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say
Ah Ah, UH Ah
La, La, La, La, La, LA, La

[Verse 3:]
The ball Cas' serious
Are you hearing this
Are you hearing this
Are you hearing this
She'd be delerious of the experience
Cause' I'm a straight thug that know how to make love
If she ain't on her period
Then I'm getting it done
I gotta let her feel the tip of the tounge
Then ride out like a chariot
So even if I'm gone
She can't forget about the trip we was on
Cum'on

[Chorus:]
Can we take a trip
Baby I don't mind
There we go, aslong as your all mine
We can drive or walk
Baby we can fly
Aslong as you take me away
I'll be makin' you say

Uh My, Oh My
Baby don't stop, daddy you'll be making me say
Ah Ah, UH Ah
La, La, La, La, La, LA, La

[Outro:]
We rollin' in the six fo
And all your hearin' is
All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is

Flyin in the G-Fo'
And all your hearin' is
All your hearin' is, all your hearin' is

. . .


Ladies and gentlemen
The Preacher's son
Patti LaBelle is in the buildin'

Let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque, how we used to do
On the avenue, have a Philly
Man, how I miss those days

When the kids was kids, no knives on the street
When the ice cream man came around the way, Lord
Miss Patti, won't you help me sing
Lord, knows how I miss those days

Dressin' up for church on Easter Sunday
Doing the Electric Slide at every party
If only you knew what I've been through
You would celebrate, get up, you would celebrate

I came in this game through the back door
I know Labelle, we were so much more
We worked and earned it, God knows we deserved it
Keep on striving I know you'll make it

Let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque, how we used to do
On the avenue, have a Philly
Man, how I miss those days

When the kids was kids, no knives on the street
When the ice cream man came around the way, Lord
Miss Patti, won't you help me sing
Lord, knows how I miss those days

Dressin' up for church on Easter Sunday
Doing the Electric Slide at every party
If only you knew what I've been through
You would celebrate, fet up, you would celebrate

Get up, I'm gon' box these niggas
Take home on a number one belt
We gonna pop that thug oh no, to celebrate that wealth
See, I'mma take that hey and turn it into loot

'Cause whoever got blessed no man can test
Whoever got blessed no man can test
What goes up must surely come down, yes
So watch who you hurt on your way up
'Cause they'll be laughin' at you on your way down

Tell the judge we don't want incarceration
'Cause we came for the celebration
So let the women and the children eat first
'Cause it's been so long since a celebration
(Cassidy)

This Cassidy, let's celebrate
I'm sellin' weed and got hella cake
And I still got the thug in my back pock'
It's hamburgers, hot dogs in the back row

On the grill we cookin' it all up
My mom got skills, she hookin' it all up
Man, it feels like back in the days
When cats wasn't clappin' to Ks
And hoodrats was actin' they age

Clef and the rest of the gang with me
And me and Miss LaBelle we rap the same city
Philly, home of the blunts and the cheese steaks
And I cannot be stopped like I need the breaks

Let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque, how we used to do
On the avenue, have a Philly
Man, how I miss those days

When the kids was kids, no knives on the street
When the ice cream man came around the way
Lord, Miss Patti, won't you help me sing
Lord knows how I miss those days

Dressin' up for church on Easter Sunday
Doing the Electric Slide at every party
If only you knew what I've been through
You would celebrate, be okay, yeah
Get up, you would celebrate
Get up, you would celebrate
Get up

. . .


I don't have no one, but me myself and I, listen, I gotta get some work done man, I ain't come in the studio just to chill, na na, this nigga swizz just flew out, this nigga ne yo sleep, so I'm a go over to this mp and see if I can come up with my own track to keep it movin' yea let me try that, aight, find these drums, yea this knockin, yea that's crazy right there, yea, I'm feelin that, ok, let me add these high hats, ok, I think I'm gettin the hang out of this joint man, aight, I'm a make this beat myself man, now let me add this scratch, ok and the crash, breakdown, add this 808 drum and get it knockin a lil bit more, that's crazy, I'm feeling this track right here man, all I gotta do is spit somethin crazy, it's a wrap...

[verse 1:]
I'm in the zone all by myself,
I'm alone all by myself I'm on my own,
But homes I could set the tone myself,
And make the track that I could rap on myself
I wrote the rap myself, did the track myself, went in the booth produced that myself, I did the bass did the claps myself, did the drums snares and the high hats myself, uh I play each sound I'm banging out beats now, the only one with heat now holdin the streets down, I paint pictures everybody could see but besides god I ain't got nobody but me...

[hook: x2]
I'm in the zone all by myself
I'm alone all by myself,
But I don't need nobody else, but me... and god...

[verse 2:]
I wanna thank my fans, good lookin for the mail,
Cause I was goin through it when they put me in the jail, they put me in the cell, just me and the rats, and my relationship with god is what kept me relaxed, DA will say anything except for the facts, and they had alot of evidence except for the gats,
Before they prove you guilty they will treat you like a criminal, they tried to give me first degree they said it was intentional, I had to get shit together on my own, the media was talkin like I'm never comin home, me and my mother used to talk together on the phone, she said keep your faith and you will beat this case, yup

[hook x2]

[verse 3:]
I gotta clique that'll grip steel for me,
I gotta squad that'll ride that'll kill for me,
But I argue and fight with my own mother, and now a days you can't even trust your own brother,
So make sure you keep your enemies the closest to you, cause your friends will the ones who put the toasters to you, that's why u gotta watch your surroundins, cause niggas that can swim love watchin you drownin, so only real niggas chill with me, but ain't nobody gonna pay my bills but me, see, you might got a crew that can help, but if you want it done right u gotta do it yourself

[hook x2]

. . .


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