Man cock that shit...
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Yo man, this nigga Cassidy frontin (Yo Cock this tho man),
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Oh that nigga think he sweet (Yo pass that mac man)
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Yo not for nothin, that video shit and all that...
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Fuck that, (yo when I'm a hit that nigga all up in... I hate that nigga)
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[Chorus:]
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Where My niggaz at, Huh
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Cock that Yo
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Squeeze them triggas back,
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Huh, Pop that yo,
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If I gotta, I'm a Pop a nigga
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Lay a nigga down,
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I ain't playin, I'll spray a nigga,
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Lay a nigga down! [x2]
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[Verse 1:]
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Niggaz ain't ready to die, They ready to tell,
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That's why my squad ready to ride and ready for jail,
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They'll give you every in the shell in the K,
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A couple rounds from the pipe'll make it sound like Independence Day!
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And I could talk that gun shit, Cause I done shit,
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My nick name should be Diarea How I run shit,
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And I done seen niggaz guns spit over dumb shit,
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I got a young bitch named Nina that You could Tongue Kiss!
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When It come to this gun shit I'm the man son,
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Niggaz gon show me respect cause I demand some,
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I play with bullets bout as big as my damn thumb,
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And I'll spit the A R Hand Gun till my hand numb,
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I ain't a hypocrite who spit shit He never did,
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I'm a speak the truth whether positive or negative,
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Don't get me wrong, I put songs that was conscious out,
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But I'll still Grab the Thompson and Blow Ya Conscience out!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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My flow so raw, I thought about baggin it up,
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Every word like a Bird, I'm jus addin it up,
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But with the burner I'll Burn ya like bag in the dutch,
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I'll jus, blast at ya gut, Light ya Abdomen up, Yup,
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But I ain't the same Cass from the past,
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I be tryna chill but I'll still blast at ya ass,
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I got cash in the stash, and Money In the bank ya'll,
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Hatin on me makin me rich, I wanna thank ya'll!
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I'll leave the biscuit on my hip and jus shank ya'll,
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Onli thing you niggaz ever shot was a paintball, or a cap gun,
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You could get your hat spun,
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You gotta known I clap my gun, Man, You ain't that dumb!
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Back when I was young, no bull, I pulled triggas back,
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I be in the hood cause I'm good where my niggaz at,
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I'm the general, I'll let my military get you,
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With the military pistols, that's military issued!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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I got alota gats,
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And I just fought a homocide and I ain't make 1 statement,
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You Know I'm Not a rat,
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So what You gotta gat,
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When it start poppin off,
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You'll probly shoot your fuckin self tryna pop it off,
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You ain't got the balls, You soft like cotton balls,
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You just think You hard cause the pills and the Alcohol,
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But dawg you ain't hard as you say you is,
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You needa tell your fans how soft and gay you is,
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S H A, No matter what K It is,
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I'm a still keep poppin and bodies'll keep droppin,
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But I don't wanna hafta injure nobody,
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Grip the pipe, Or stick the knife into somebody,
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And I don't walk around now pretendin I'm Gotti,
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But I'll still clap the mac 10 at somebody, Uh,
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I Took my life and put it all into rap,
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For my dawgs with they paws on the gat!
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[Chorus]
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Where My Niggaz At
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| Cassidy |
