Freestyle Lyrics

My name Cassidy i know u remember me man i hold twin revolvers like im Yoesimite sam I ride wit da four five but i dont drive an infiniti man Im dat guy you pretend to be man thats why when u take a shot Its not gon be hennessy man I drop plots on my enemie man,blam I cant let it slide and ride around petrified let em decide when dey gon try come test da odds fuck dat man i make da gat excercise and u could be nex to die u better recogize U get done for, chump if you want war Its nuffin cause u aint even fukin wit my young boys O u got domb rhymes i got done more Im sick wit it, man i spit it till my tongue soar yea you might of done crimes but ive done more my bedroom closet, remind u of a gun store See im da one u run from, not come for Cause pretty u can get da whole clip plus one more u aint neva slung raw wit ya fake ass i was burning my bags determined to make cash and if the tables start turning ima take cash U better try to find a teflon face mask My mom said calm down u aint safe Cass and i aint tryin see u at ya wake or upstate Cass So i fell back, tried not to sell crack tried not to seel keys, man i didn't even sell trees Yea i chilled but i was still gettin bread cause i did credit card scams wit dis chicken head Ima be a hustla, until im sick or dead but for my mom sake i had to let da grind wait I was young at the time, i had to get my mind straight i like to rhyme and got nice like n 98 I started gettin props, started gettin ish on lock dis was right after BIG died and i was missin Pac Listen oc, i was really on cash [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/freestyle-lyrics-cassidy.html ] i was only fifteen and had philly on smash for real, i still got philly on smash I mean deys some hot niggas but im still da top nigga and i stll a block nigga so my money hungry And I pop niggas dat try to take money from me See ur money funny, And i dont joke alot I cop 20 after 20 cause i smoke alot I got an herb problem I put a single out and im startin on my third album so i bet u on my dick fam cause i met ya CEO and He said Yo ima big fan Im a big man crammed in a skinny body And wit da minnie shotty, i'll jam anybody Cause i dont feel none of yall And wit da raps or da gats ill fuking kill one of yall Awe, Yall already Know I got my hand on my hammer mind on my cake Cause i grind for the cake i do crimes for the cake I could do the time but i aint tryin cetch a Case I got da gun wit me, but u would get a 150 i keep da nine on my waiste take out a knife and put a nike sign on ya face Wait, i put in time for the cake Dats why im grateful for every dime dat i make I got signed now dimes climbing to skate Cause my pockets Puffy and it remind dem of Mace Wait ima bad boy, get trash bags full of cash boy Im in a Vanquish not a Jag boy why u mad boy, cause u ketch cabs boy And u gettin paid less paper den my bag boy Yous a hater dats sad boy Cause your mom even like me, i might be ya dad boy U a mess stop, i know u upset oc but u better watch how u talkin to ya Step Pop Watch im gon be goin into ya fridge And walk around wit my boxers on ya krib kid