Cassidy Split Personality I'm Hungry I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat [VERSE 1] I refuse to go back to bein' broke again I'd rather load the toast wit the shells and sell coke again Rather put the blow on the scale and sell dope again Rather put the dro' in the L and inhale smoke again I refuse to go back to bein' poor again I'd rather sell dimes outside of the corner store again Put the guns up and run up in the corner store again Rather take my gat to Iraq and go to war wit them I refuse to go back to bein' down again I'd rather walk around all day wit the tre pound again Hop out on a clown wit the K and spray rounds again Get you dug up out ya grave and laid down again I refuse to go back to no dough again I'd rather go to my young boy that grow dro again Then make a young boy strip wit the 4-4 again I even make my bitch strip and then go-go again [CHORUS] I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat [VERSE 2] I ain't tryna go back to livin' gutter man That's why I'm stackin' this cheese to feed my mother, man Plus I got a step pop and a little brother, man And I still gotta take care of my baby mother, man Now I'm signed some cats is not actin' right They be thinkin' I'm stackin' 'cuz I be rappin', right? When you dead the bread can't bring you back to life But I got family to feed and they got appetites So I ain't tryne be ridin' on the bus again Workin' a 9 to 5 that's why I'm husslin' Got rhymes line for line, man I'm crushin' 'em This little 9 of mine, man I'm bustin' 'em I gotta stay on my grind 'cuz I ain't eating' right Got bags under my eyes 'cuz I ain't sleepin' right Even if I ain't beefin' I gotta keep the pipe You got cake, I'mma eat a slice, nigga! [CHORUS] I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat [VERSE 3] (Swizz Beats) Man I'm just like a dude in the crib wit no food in the fridge (Talk to 'em...I'm hungry!) And I'm just like the guy that you saw that was robbin' the store (Talk to 'em...I'm hungry!) And I'm just like the dude on the block that be movin' the rock (Talk to 'em...I'm hungry!) And I'm just like the hustlin' cat that be bustin' his gat (Talk to 'm...I'm hungry!) That's why I do what I do You would too if you knew what I knew I cop ostriches, got beef like sausages And I'm hungry as a hostage is (Real talk) So I'mma keep sellin' coke to ya 'Cuz niggaz gotta eat in the street, it's like a little Ethiopia That's why I be out here in the street 'Cuz 'till the day I die, man I gotta eat [CHORUS 2x] I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat (Talk to 'em) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I'm hungry (What?!) I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right I'm in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light I'm comin for cash, gun in the dash And I'm on 21 and a half's (for real cannon) I got my gat, I ain't walkin without it And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga [Chorus - Cassidy] + (Swizz Beatz) POP that cannon, POP that cannon POP that cannon, POP that cannon (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon POP that cannon, POP that cannon (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) [Verse 2 - Styles P.] Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit Organs on the floor of the van Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man Y'all wanna fly like Mike... motherfuckas So they won't find you, or your Jordans again Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call If you don't have my money, in 24 hours Then the cock-sucka won't see his daughter again It's like the movie that you seen, I'm the star of the screen I got a roll for you to play... stand here And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Cassidy] Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes I'ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind Shit my whole clique commit crimes Did time, been on the strip and grip nines But I swear to you motherfuckas I got my gun right here, I ain't scared of you motherfuckas I'm a hustler, plus a check cutter I stretch butter, in {???} X, now that's gutter I came for war, you know what them thangs is for Slug make ya blood stain the floor It ain't a game no more, niggaz gon' respect me I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li So don't test me, or the boy S.P Cause I ain't tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee You don't impress me, STOP that cannon Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon [Chorus] |
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