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Cassidy - "Spittin (Commin @ Murda Mook & Cyssero)"
Lyrics to Spittin (Commin @ Murda Mook & Cyssero) : The block pop, so da strip fall. Rocks got a fist full. Bull pop shit, dat hot shit I got a clip fo. When I start sparkin, it be barkin like pitbulls. Matta fact rotweilers when I let dem shots holla. Chicks on my cock, Im still on the block holla. SCops on da block, they still gon cop holla. I g-got sense, and dass why I got dollas. I was told the rules, Im old school, like my pop fatha. I was showed da moves, schooled by the olda dudes. How to show improve, so I move like a soldier move. Real militant, Im Ill still killin it. Im real. Guys dass paralyzed and still feelin it. Yeah Im still on feet and my toes. Gettin higher den da President, you sweeta den doze. Gettin higher den a nose bleed, see to muh shows. Fuck a mayback, I pull da back seats to da rolls. Fuck a GT, I pull up in a CLS. The guts soft like muh female breats. Is it a D-12' Yes. I cop da un-copable nigga, you cant stop the un-stopable nigga, I pop a shot thru you niggaz. And I was like a pop to you niggaz. I gave you a flow. Adopted you niggaz. I did a lot fo you niggaz. And this da fuckin thanks I get' You my son, you should thank my dick. You take my shit, flip it around, and now you think you sick' I guess you think you Cas, but I think you trash. And I spank dat ass. You aint fuckin with me. You wouldnt even rap like dat if it wasnt fer me. Wow! I been had my weight up. How you gon battle me with a style dat I made up' Wow! When Im home, its envy. I feelin like the' Bob', when he was on da fone with Jimmy. Wow! What the fuck is goin on out hea' What the fuck is niggaz doin out hea' Niggaz drawn out hea. Ya block hot' I put a drawin out thea. My block hot, your shit warm out thea. So we goin out thea. Set up shop and get it on out thea. Im on point like a thorn out hea. Come to Philly, Im a don out hea. Yeah youh know Im a boss dawg. Nah, this aint IZOD, its LaCross dawg. I floss dawg and I stay with my jewels on. You prolly wouldnt see dis much ice in a hail storm. Its nuttin to flash, but fuckin with Cas will get you buck or buck 'n- a half. Cause its only a hand full of rappers dass touchin da cash. And most of dem are getting fucked in they ass. Theres snakes up in the grass, but Cass gon blast when da beef is on. I walk with the shells, and I aint got no Adidas on. And I squeezed da John, even if da law watchin. Im too hard. Da rap version of Bernard Hopkins. Nigga [ Spittin (Commin @ Murda Mook & Cyssero) Lyrics ]
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