(Intro)

[...]

(Cassidy)

I show you how this can taste

Trash bag, sticky teeth, man, pick a plate

I'm gettin' cake on the corner usually

And I'll put you to sleep like a borin' movie

I'm tired of niggas screamin' they drove a Dot 6 Range

Well, I need 6 o's, dot pocket change

I'mma stay in the shop, choppin' the king

Till it look like niggas play hockey on my chain

I run in yo spot with a stockin' on my face

Pop then pop by mistake, I'm sloppy with the .8

Listen man, I'll have you tied to the bed

You play dum-dum, till sum' inside of yo head

Off the side of the bridge off some Nino shit

I hold dice and pull medal on some casino shit

Niggas gamble with they life on some hero shit

And get a fuckin' scared face on some Pacino shit

Now I might not know it all, but be known this

When it's war, y'all crumble like the Read-O chips

I'll pass yo strip errday, I don't see no bricks, mane

I'm a pit, you a pussy, so we don't mix

Go 'head, spit bout yo jewels

I luv that they froze up

You gon' do the same thing when Cass' put them foes up

Take em all off and race off like I drove up

This year, Raw 16s, nigga, no cut

(Freeway)

Yo, you ain't fuckin' with Free for 2 reasons

My 2 kids, 2 mouths to feed

A broke kid's paws, shoot niggas out they trees

Brody niggas, y'all get pushed right off yo block

Freeway, when you see me, call the cops

Like I'm Pac, you ain't ready to die, then don't ride

All my niggas loadin' it down and don't cry

No weapon, broad-eye you ? and won't die

Hood niggas, Brother Samir and Lil Ant

Middle by the summit, man, you dead where you stand

You thought you was fuckin' with Free, why, you can't!

CNN, apostrophe ten, Tiger Woods, nigga, pop off yo tittie

Then I hop in the ding, Ying

T L TA 88, move yay from state to state

Stuff mixed fast, scrape the plate

No fist fight, T-Rex, scrape yo face

Like I got ten men and foreva to go

On with my man, it' fo'eva with O

Molecule in my hand, feel like I got fo'eva to blow

It's just some shit that I'm happy to know

Take down 4 cells, still get a stack for an o

Five for a half a bitch when you're brickin' a tuck (?)

I'm not dumb, no kids and no stunt

But believe me, I'mma gun, no hits and you bleeped

In yo house Sunday like in that ?

Freeway, won't Bleep her in a midnight tell(?)

Cuz believe me, you get chilly when you in that cell

I'm from P H I LL Y, hand jay read niggas, dot LL not

And it fast me to just let dotty ride

No young niggas that'll body cops

Stop! To think about what you facin' here

I'll end yo career and go buy you a pack of woods

And throw me the L(?) Freeway, I'm the hood

I weapon it well, last year this time free was under the jo

This year this time free run with the rock

AK snobs and Glocks, put the gat to yo mind, titties plug yo pops

Betta stack on a roll when we break yo pot

Betta crawl on a roll when we take yo drop

Got some coke all around me when we break yo strip

Matta' fact, take yo strip, make it flip

When you go round realize that the flow don't stop

Need money like Castro, dough don't stop

Nigga, you get what you ask for, bullet or bars

Hit a nigga from the hood and the nigga'll starve

Freeway still get at his nut

Pawn let young niggas from the hood parlay in my car

Take em with me when I'm cashin' em checks

So they can see clean money, came from spittin' the raw

That awful bundle, gotta stash the rest

(Cass')

Yo, when I get hard with rhymes, I shine like lipgloss

[complete the verses if you like classic rap]

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