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Artist: Cassidy f/ Fabolous, Lil Wayne
Album: I`m a Hustla
Song: 6 Minutes
{Cassidy speaks in the beginning and between each verse}

[Cassidy]
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
and we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let`s get it poppin!

[Lil Wayne]
Hit me!
Fuck that shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide
I`ve come to take outside, nah do it right here
Hop out later on yea on everybody`s home that you fuckin with
Wheezy F baby, please say the baby
Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady
Triple gold D`s four tires on the whip
Young Carter sliding out I`m flyer than the whip
Yeah, higher than an angel, amd hotter than the devil
The pot or kettle, uh
The metal let `em burn like Usher but worser,
If there`s any beef I come Ron like Mercer, uh
Word up, eagle street I`m throwing my curve up
We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbert
I got flow I`m like "Sure" but, if it`s about dough I`m like "Sure `nuff"
I`m from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you niggaz bird lunch
I see your lips moving but I ain`t heard much
You see the wirst moving, it look like pure punch
I hear the playa hating but I don`t endorse such
I got the Escalade, guts like the tour bus
I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup
And in the tires little package is gone
Mayne its been a GoodYear with these Firestones
I spit like Myer`s bones, born in chromers
For the buyers chromosomes I got somas
I got vicadens, valiums I ain`t stopping
Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin
And that`s how we rocking
How can you hear that bop unless I`m be-bopping
Yeah skip when you hear that click
Cash money nigga I`m that shit
Weezy Baby!!!

[Cassidy]
That`s what I`m talking about
Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know why they ain`t fuckin with you

[Fabolous]
Your goddamn right I`m feeling myself
A chauffeur no sir, I`m wheeling myself
Looking for a chick chilling for self
So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killing herself
I`m having problems dealing with wealth
But you wouldn`t understand it, until you get a million yourself
You niggaz must`ve got a deal for your health
Your cd is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf
I spend big, at any time I can start splurging
The twin cigs open chests like a heart surgeon
And I`m buttoned up, I`m just a blue collar crook
But I keep a stack thick as few college books
I got a new polished look
And twenty dime pictures, to show y`all niggaz how my two dollars look
The boy`s got at least six digits on
So the guns gotta be at least midget long
The money, is like ten bridges long
I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on
I got some good smoke just for puffers
The two gram twenty make the hustlers suffer
Plus it`s fluffer, than a cotton ball
I`ve gotten calls wanting me to put the pot in malls
But nowadays you can`t put it past `em
I got a Dan Marino arm, I`m bout to throw some bullets past `em
And the niggaz in the hood keep quoting my lines
I don`t jump ship I keep floating in mine
Long as I keep toting I`m fine
I`mma have these dick sucking niggaz deep-throating the nine
I jumped in the English ship, Benzed whip
It`s Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip
I`m reading scripts no, not the penmanship (no)
The box-office shit (yeah), Im box office bitch (yeah)
Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst
And still make a mil` on the first of months
These dudes be the first to front
`Til they family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front
I`m in the top position, I can make you a proposition
I`m in the hard top waiting on the drop edition
To hell with the patience
I`mma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations

[Cassidy]
Yeah it is what it is, my niggaz just killed y`all and I`mma close the casket
I`m tryin not to let this industry get the best of me y`all
I work hard in the game, the game`s stressing me y`all
All they do is complain what they expect from me y`all
From the hood to Hollywood they respecting me y`all
And even overseas they accepting me y`all
All the ladies show me love, the thugs repping me y`all
I get a lot of dirty money so respect me or fall
But I`m saving all my checks, I`m investing `em all
They say, what goes up is gon` definitely fall
Even the stars work success, it`s my destiny y`all
Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe y`all
You can`t name another cat that can mess with me y`all
At the shows all the hoes be molesting me y`all
I got broads crying trying to get next to me y`all
I got broads craving begging to have sex with me y`all
Screaming, "Cas you

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