(Ca**idy)
Jyeah, I go by the name of Ca**idy the hustla and
I brought 2 of my n***as with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Hey yo weezy lets get it poppin
(Lil Wayne)
Hit me, F**k that sh** its the southside
Got a fat dick in your mouth wide
I from to take it outside naw do it right here
How bout later on get on everybody home
You f**kin with weezy f baby please say the baby
Ridin with your b**h got keys on the lady
Triple gold Deez
Vogue tires on the whip
Young Carters sliding out
Im flyer then the whip yeee
Higher then an angel or hotter then the devil
The pot or kettle uh
The metal let 'em burn like ursher but worser
If its any beef i come Ron like mercer
Word up eagle street up
Throwin my curve up
We take your ice cream and turn you into shurbut
I got flow im like sure but
If its bout doh im like sure nuff
Im from the bird bunch
Birdman J.R. you n***as burn luch
I see your lips moving but i ain't heard much
You see the wrist movin it looks like pure punch
I hear them player hatin but i dont endure such
I got the escalade guts like a tour bus
I got the styrafome poured up with syrup
And in the tires is where the packages gone
My, it's been a good year with these firestones
I spit like Maya's poems poem and chromas
For the buya's chromosomes i got somas
I got vikadine's, valiums i ain't stoppin
Got powder h**n X oxycotton
And thats how we rockin
Hot when u hear that bop unless im beboppin
Jyeah skip when you hear dat clip
Cash money n***a im that sh** weezy baby
(Ca**idy)
Thats what im talkin bout
Now fab spit at these n***as and let 'em know why that ain't f**kin with you
(Fabolous)
God damn right im feelin my self
A chauffer no sir im willing my self
Lookin for a chick chillin for self
So i could show her the suicides and talk her into k**in herself
Im havin problems dealin with wealth
But you wouldn't understand until u get a million yourself
You n***as must of got a deal for your health
Your cd is frozen food it just chill on the shelf
I spend big
At any time i could start splurgin
The twin sigs open chest like a heart surgen
And im bu*ton up im chest a blue collar crook
But i keep a stack thich as few college books
I got a new polished look and 20 dime b**hes
To show y'all n***as how my 2 dollars look
The boy got at least 6 digits on
So the guns gotta be at least migit long
The money is like 10 bridges long
I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on
I got some good smoke just for puffers
The 2 gram 20's make the husltas suffer
Plus its fluffa then a cotton ball
Ive gotten calls wantin me to put the pot in malls
But nowadys you can't put it pa** them
I got a dan marino arm
Im bout to throw sum bullets pa** em
And the n***as in the hood keep quotin ma lines
I dont jump ships i keep floatin in mine
Long as i keep totin im fine
Ima hav these dick s**in n***as deepthroatin the nine
I jumped in the england ship
Benz n whip
Its terminator two chrome the engines diff
Im readin scripts tho not the penmanship
The box office sh**
A box office b**h
Jessica alba kirsten dunce
N still make a mill on a first in months
These dudes be the first to front
Till they family n frens is in limos
They in hurs in front
Im in the top position
I could make u a proposition
Im in a hard top waitin on a drop edition
The hell with the patients
Ima send a n***a down under like Australian vacations
(Ca**idy)
Ye it is wat it is, ma n***as jus kilt y'all and ima close the casket
Im tryin not to let this industry get the best of me y'all
I work hard for the fame the game stressin me y'all
All they do is complain what the expect from me y'all
From the hood to hollywood they respectin me y'all
N even over seas they acceptin me y'all
All the ladies show me love the thugs reppin me y'all
I got alot of dirty money so expect me to ball
But im savin all my checks im investin them all
They say what goes up is goin definatily fall
Even the stars plus success is ma destiny y'all
Look i cook tracks i got the recipe y'all
You can't name another cat that could mess with me y'all
At the shows all the hoes be molestin me y'all
I got broads cryin tryin to get next to me y'all
I got broads cravin begging to hav s** wit me y'all
Screamin ca** you dont kno how s**y you are
And im happy im alive god blessin me y'all
And all the problems that arive its god testin me y'all
So i pray everyday but i ain't prayin too much
'cause i be sinnin everyday so i ain't prayin enough
And we callin compete and i ain't sayin im tough
But if its beef i dont speak i ain't sayin wa**up
If its beef when we meet then im sprayin sh** up
Prraat prraat i ain't sayin too much and thats that
'cause that cat u embra**in wit luv
Might clap that gat 'cause he got hate in his blood
Keep ur friens at a distance and your enemies close
'cause the folks you call frens tend to envy the most
Some cats will hang themself if u giv 'em a rope
Burn a bridge and dont give them a boat let 'em sink
Sometimes you gotta give them some time to let them think
But sometime you gotta give them the nine and let 'em stink
You can't bring any horse to the pond n let em drink
I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink
'cause soon as ur eyes shut them n***as will ride up
And the guys that you trust will be gettin u tied up
And y'all gotta die but i ain't ready to leave
Thats why even if its petty ill be ready to squeeze
Well for ya cheddar your cheese your guack or mula i'll pop the Ruger
Send dat hot sh** threw ya
Like BOO-YA dats the sound when the pound bustin
Ooh ah you'll be layin on the ground sufferin
Clown is nothin to pull out n blast you
I try to only resourt to violence if i have to
But man n***as out here ain't playin fair
So before the odds even im leavin im layin there
And i ain't even plaiyn believe what i'm sayin here
So before this sh** get furtha ur click get murdered
And thrown in a whole in the gra**
For tryin to play that thug role ill stomp a mud roll in ya a**
And this ca** n***a im that sick
Full surface n***a im that sh**
b**h