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(feat. Jadakiss)
Chorus
Yea, I need to talk to you, ok can I talk to you
Cmon cmon cmon (hey, let me holla at you)
Cmon cmon cmon (yo, stop runnin from me)
Cassidy
A yo this Cassidy & is not fkin wit me man,
And yea, Im talking wreckless but you gotta respect it,
Its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta,
Yea Kiss talk to em
Jadakiss
You know me K-I-S-S kiss of death
LP soon comin for yall bless bless
Metallic green paint on the impala the S.S.
And I figure the more dead the less stress
You love how Im hurtin the track
You wanna polly but Im sort of hard to reach like the dirt on ya back
Hand to hand like Im workin the sack
And I work out wit my arms so Ill have no problem workin the mac
Uh, never been a toe stepper, side switcher
A fence jumper, I was 10 wit twin pumpers
Hustled wit the best of them
Did whatever it took to make a quarter I charge to watch wrestlin
Im heavy threat, D-Block double R full surface yall aint ready yet
talking
Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back.
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Cassidy
You know me C-A-S-S fresh dressed
Just copped some new 4-5s and a fresh vest
I gets scout cuz a b*tch mouth is the best sex
But less tlk you aint got no heart in yo left breast
Go head get yo beef on
Ill let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothing but ya sneaks on
But it dont matter cuz ya feets gone
Now thats restin in pieces so go meet Jesus
You little boys better ease up
Cuz them dudes you think hotll see Cass and then freeze up
You wan scr*p roll ya sleeves up
But Ill rather squeeze cuz I aint tryin to fk my trees up
Or wrinkle my d*ckie I crack a dutch sprinkle the sticky
I know you p*ssed I got kiss & them wit me, dig me
Cuz you dudes is haters & if you bet that I was gon flop you gon lose yo paper.
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Jada
A yo, get it through ya head theres no stopping me
nigg* the R is double the surface is full the block is D
All it take is a trey 8 & a mass nigg* its Jada & Cass I vision ya face waitin to blast
If money was food yall be fastin
And we stuffin our face & eatin wit passion
In the like we runnin numbers
Cass ask these mothafkas why they runnin from us
Cassidy
They runnin from us cuz they petrified
I lift guns for the exercise
And I spray like insecticides
You bugs better rcognize
When the weapon rise you can catch slugs in ya chest through ya vest & die
You on some sucka s**t
So Ill leave a scar on ya face longer than the knife that I cut you wit
I done paid my dues so Ill blow ya brains out & then feed it to ya seed like baby food
b*tch!!!
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