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Cassidy Cassidy and Jin Freestyle Lyrics

Last updated: 11/05/2008 10:00:00 AM

You niggas is chick made. I'm quick with my fist and a switch blade. Get brave, you will get a clip in your rib cage. That's What'll happen you act dumb. Silencers on the gat. It sound like i'm clappin a cap gun. I'm from where they dump heat. Dudes that want beef get smacked with the TOOL. Remove all of they front teeth. Man, once that semi auto shoot. You gonna take more shots than a photo shoot camera. Get led from the hammer. Put the toast to your head. You would have a stroke like Fred Sanford. It ain't difficult the pistol cripple you. The sig clap push your wig back like Mystikal's. Man, most of the, where my burners at. One chrome and one burner black like Bernie Mac. And i'll body him and his female. I'll put a shell in her head like a bobbypin. Yeah. I'm puttin rock on the stove. A baller push rock and push COCK in these hoes. And it's sweet to get a freak on my nuts. I got the smile when the crocodile seats in the truck. You mad cause you ain't eatin' enough cause your boss rippin you off like the leaf on the dutch. You a nut, you gotta earn your respect. You gettin robbed? Get a job nigga, earn you a check. You bitch you ain't fit for the grind. I don't nickel and dime. The strip get mine a BRICK at a time. The shit I spit in my rhyme, shit I say in a conversation. Cats kinda on my pipe, but they kinda hatin. One minute i'm hot, one minute i'm wack. But I finish a rap. And 15 minutes im back I spit em 16 before Swiss finished the track. Make some noise, the boy from big business is back. I got that put it in your nose and sniff it. My record's like the DIRECTIONS to the road to riches. I knock down your door like Jehova Witness. And bring niggas in your crib like you're older SISTERS. You can't hold your liquor. Stop drinkin. Cause you not thinkin. But watch you sober up when that shot's stingin. And the box stinkin murder for hire. Spread your herb ASS on the grass like fertalizer. I heard your album ain't get nowhere. What happened? I'm goin platinum like Sisqo hair. niggas get so scary when they hear me on swisses beats im versitle i got style like kiss and ship. yall weak aint get a smash hit yet, come on ock im hot like my last piss test get cass respect from what im doing on the block or you going in the trunk then we going to the Docs
part2:forget a mask ill just frown my face up you shakin on the ground tryin to hold your face up and if you wake up you can tell the cops back if you get me poped dog ill get you poped back. Show them where my spot at send police to my crib i hop out jeeps and send feast to you crib.Drag you down the steps heat to yo ribs,choke eat yo seads the sheats from the bed. You in the kitchen missing a piece of your head,ill turn the tv on then eat in yo frige, lay you out on the couch neat with you kids, so when the neighbors peak they think you sleep but you dead!!!!!!!!Nigga.

Gotta have it for burnin the mic. You heard that i'm nice. I spit the most obsurd ish you ever heard in your life. Here'es some words of advice that you should listen to: If you get offended, guess what? We're probably dissin' you. Are these cats for real? I'm the least bit impressed kid. They need to pass a bill. Have these wack MC's arrested. I've been blessed with a flow, spittin ever since. Some say i'm conceited, naw i'm just convinced. I ain't tryin to be a hater. Just say what I think. But i've seen better punchlines at the prom waiting for drinks. Yo I spit flames. Leave you chokin in hell. Me losin battles? Picture Bow Wow smokin a "L". Look at your wrists all limp, son I know that you frail. Probably drop the soap on purpose when you're goin to jail. I'm on fire, so you know we're smokin more than blunts. And this ain't chicken pox. You can catch it more than once. Fake thugs talk about guns, get they stutter on. The only kind of toast they pack is the kind you put butter on. I see through they image like lingerie. They try to see tomorrow. But they'll be gone today. We're two different characters. Don't make me bust in your mouth. I'm god from (?) You marion from In The House.

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freestyle | Reviewer: Darnell Dubois aka H2O | 1/4/2008

I'm a big boi now so I don't play wit toys, put you in da air and have reachin for ya parachute like the Fall Out Boys. But i aint even gotta clap a nigga, go cop a nice slim figure and let her shoot at ya feet, make you dance like mace from dat shake strech and breath. My bad I mean breath strech and shake, put bullet hole in ya face, then throw you in da hudson and let the currents take you away.
And jin u will neva survive on my block, i got D.T's slingin rocks, i got likkle niggas dat clap at da cops, got niggas from ya hood sayin man ya shit is hot. dat nigga jin aint got nothin on you, i'm like yea cause i got da gat dat will take him out his shoes and burn dat mr.meogi nigga like wonton soup. you still got silva nigga i stay wit rose gold canary diamond in my ear look like pissed in snow. spitin striaght off da dome, yea ya girl give dat good dome, then made her suck off da click, clack boom, splat, then leave her brains on ya door mat nigga. and if ya'll niggas wanna get gully and front, i leave ya'll white tee leakin like it's dat time off da month...nigga, holla at me nigga, 288 ave boys.

The Root rep Afrca to the fulles | Reviewer: Bangalee | 12/27/2007

Ayo i pack more gat then y'all can't count money making machine put y'all life on the line and y'all brain on a set i'm hungry dawg pulled out my dick and let y'all bitches suck cause's y'all shit ain't big enough to fit one pop will make y'all extra flip but ain't talkn bouta pop-corn i'm talkn bouta shot-gun i'm nice with the dice stingi with the ice rhym in y'all face y'all shit is lace too fake you kinda activate my pressure now i'm about smoke you like a muffler get tha thru y'all muscle cause's ya brain is over reacting with no attraction acting manniac a brainniac fuck around and catcha pimp slap puta bullet in y'all butt crack yeaaa cause i bust ass asked Russell Simon wat happen at the bus stop?

im the king of battles | Reviewer: Anonymous | 10/22/2007

yo. mi flow is go. i rap betta wen im in the snow. ur cars a piece of shit it always needs a tow. ill smash ur pile of dump. cut u up esse, leave u lyin in the trunk. shoot ur house up rip ur pooh out, im rappin bout anything i dnt even noes wat its bout, (hhmm dry), anyway, ur rap is gay, smells like toilet spray, coz the constitution is in the distribution