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Artist: Cassidy Song: Get 'Em lyrics Album: I'm A Hustla
(cassidy) this the boy cassidy man and i'm feeling like a red nose that we just let out the cage man i'm ready to bite one of you niggaz at any given moment get 'em!!!! (verse 1) my shit is the truth i get in the booth and start spitting like i'm missing a tooth you listening duke, i'm gripping the coupe, lifting the roof sip the orange juice mixed with the goose or shots of the yak i got gats that could lift up a moose stay with a biscuit to shoot like i'm bishop in juice i get more bitches than luke when i run the block fiends scream "i wanna rock, i wanna rock ock" i'm right in the curb white and the herb and i got a nice price on the birds you might could get served you come with the doe i come with the blow but if you don't come with the change i'm a come with them thangs run up on you with the gun in the dickie the collar coat hold a hundred and fifty you wanna get busy come get me i'll bury you cats cus i wife the knife and i marry my gat (hook-swizz beats) get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em cass get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em cass get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em cass get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em cass (verse 2) a yo my flow sick i need an antihistamine both of my wrists gleam and my fist just as mean it's blue but it's see-through like listerine i get the cream on the strip fucking with the fiends so go and get your team and i'll get 'em all smoked like a stick a nicotine or a nick of green and i don't talk to these hoes like i'm mr. bean i just let 'em mop me off get a mr. clean and i might pop her off if the chick is mean i got some stories i can tell i'll sell a chick a dream i'll let her sip a little liquor let her hit the green then i'm a unbutton her blouse and unzip her jeans and merk that ass, hurt that ass cass show you how to work that ass and i ain't with my boy kells in the hotel no more i'm on the strip making sells fish scale galore whore (hook-swizz beats) get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em cass get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em cass get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em cass get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em cass (verse 3) i'm still acting a fool packing a tool went back to the dude before i was with the black and the jewels i don't feel right if i ain't strapped with the tool but give me a gat and i'm cool like the mac or the ooze and i'll clap at you dudes i ain't scrapping you dudes i'm kind of light and i ain't fighting i got ratchets to use i'll have cats like "damn yo what happened to dude?" listen homey if i'm hungry you'll get jacked for your food i'm back on the move, back on the grind i'm a natural born hustler i just happened to rhyme who would of ever thought i'll be the cat to get signed but life hard to predict the shit happen sometimes cats jacking my lines, taking my style but there ain't no perpetrators aloud if you die then you can't testify when i take it to trial you can hate it i just take it and smile motherfucker (hook-swizz beats) get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em cass get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em cass get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em cass get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em sick 'em get 'em cass get 'em cass get 'em cass sick 'em