Cassidy 6 Minutes Of Death Lyrics

[Intro]
(Cassidy)
Yeah
I go by the name of "Cassidy the Hustla"
And I brought two of my n____s wit me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ey, yo Weazy, lets get it poppin

[Verse 1]
(Lil Wayne)
HIT ME!
f___ that s___
This tha south side
Gotta fat d___ on yo mouth wide
I'm from that
"Take it outside,
No, do it right'cheah"
No, How' bout later on
Yeah
When everybody home
Nough
You f___in' wit Weazy-F-Baby
Please say the "BABY"
Rydin' wit'cha b____
Got keys on the lady
Tripple gold D's
4 tires on the whip
Young Carter slidin' out
I'm flyer than the whip
Yeah
Higher than a Angel
Or hotter than the Devil
The pot off kettle
Or
The metal, let'em burn
Like Ursha but worsa
If iss any beef
I come rhyme like mersa
Word up
Eagle Street
I'm throwin my curb up
We take yo ice cream
And turn ya into shurbut
I got flow, I'm like sure but
If it's bout dough, i'm like sure nough
I'm from the "BirdBunch"
BirdMan-J-R
You n____s' bird lunch
I see yo lips movin'
But I ain't heard much
You see the wrist movin'
It look like pure punch
I hear them playa-hatin
But I dont indure such
I got the Escalade's guts
Like the tour bus
I got the styrofoam
Poured up wit syrup
And in the tires
Where the packages gone
My, its been a goodyear
But these Firestones
I spit like Mya's poem
"Pome and Chromers"
For the vile chromosomes
I got somers
I got Vikaden volumes
I ain't stoppin
Got pot of harowen
X-Oxy-Contin
And thats how we rockin
Hop when you hear that bop
Unless I'm Bee-Boppin
Yeah
Skip when you hear that clip
Cashmoney n____
I'm that s___
Weazy Baby

(Cassidy)
Thats what I'm talkin bout
Now Fab

(Fabolous)
Yeah?

(Cassidy)
Spit at these n____s
And lettem know why they ain't f___in wit you

[Verse 2]
(Fabolous)
You got'd___ right
I'm Feelin myself
A shofour
No sir
I'm wheelin' myself
Lookin for a chick
Chillin for self
So i can show her the suicides
And talk'er into killin her'self
I'm havin problems
Dealin with wealth
But you wouldn't understand it
Until you get a million yo'self
You n____s must'a got a deal
For yo health
Yo CD is frozen food
It just sit on the shelf
I spend big
At any time
I could start splurgin
The twin Sigs open chests
Like a heart surgen
In a botton 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 20 dime b____es
To show yaw n____s how my $2's look
The boy 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 pidgons on
I got some good smoke
Just for puffa's
The 2 gram-20's make the hustlas suffer
Plus its fluffer
Than a cotton ball
I've gottin calls
Wantin' me to put the pot in malls
But now'a days
You can't put it pass'em
I gotta Dan Marino arm
I'm 'bout to throw some bullets past'em
And the n____s in the hood
Keep quotin my lines
I don't jump ship
I keep floatin in mine
'Long as i keep toatin im fine
I'ma have these d___ suckin n____s
Deep throatin the nine
I jumped in the English ship
Benzic whip
Its Terminator 2-Chrome
The engines' dipped
I'm readin scrips
No not the penny-men s___
The box office s___
A box office b____
Jessica Alba
Kirstin Dunst
And still make a mill
On the first of months
These dudes be the first to front
Till they family and friends is in limos
They in hurst in front
I'm in a top position
I can make you a proposition
I'm in the hard top
Waitin on the drop edition
To hell wit the patients
I'ma send a n____ down-under
Like i australian vacations

(Cassisy)
Yeah
It is what it is
My n____s just killed yaw
And i'ma close the casket

[Verse 3]
(Cassidy)