Ca**idy - Ca**idy vs. Jin (Freestyle) lyrics

[Ca**idy] You n***as 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 they send me all those 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 stroll A baller push rock and push co*k 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 oughta Earn your respect You gettin robbed Get a job, n***a earn you a check You ain't fit for the grind I don't nickel and dime The strip get mine a brick at a time The sh** I spit in my rhyme sh** 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 fifteen minutes of that I hit the sixteen before Swizz 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 n***as in your crib like your older sisters You can't hold your liquor, stop drinkin' Cause you not thinkin' But watch you sober up when that shot's stinging And the box stinkin murder for hire Spread your herb a** on the gra** like fertilizer I heard your album ain't get nowhere What happened I'm going Platinum like Sisqo hair This so scary [Jin] Gotta have it for burnin' the mic You heard that I'm nice I spit the most absurd ish you ever heard in your life Here's 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 pa** 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 waitin' for drinks Yo, I spit flames, leave you chokin' in hell Me losin' battles Picture Bow Wow smoking an L Look at your wrists all limp, son I know that you frail Probably drop the soap on purpose when you're going to jail I'm on fire, so you know we're smoking 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 bu*ter 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 Ios You Marion from In The House