• Angels With Dirty Faces
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  • Angels With Dirty Faces

    6 Minutes

    "6 Minutes"
    (feat. Fabolous, Lil Wayne)

    [Cassidy speaks in the beginning and between each verse][Cassidy]
    Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
    And I brought two of my niggaz with me
    and we about to shut the industry down
    Aiyyo Wheezy let's get it poppin!

    [Lil Wayne]
    Hit me!
    Front that shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide
    I've come to take outside, nah do it right here
    Hop out later owning on everybody's home that you fuckin with
    Wheezy F baby, please say the baby
    Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady
    Triple gold these four tires on the whip
    Young Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whip
    Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil
    The pot or kettle, uh
    The metal let 'em burn like Ursha but worse, uh
    If there's any beef I come Ron like Mertz, uh
    Word up, eagle street I'm throwing my curve up
    We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbert
    I got flow I'm like "Sure" but, if it's about dough I'm like "Sure 'nuff"
    I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you niggaz bird lunch
    I see your lips moving but I ain't heard much
    You see the wirst moving, it look like pure punch
    I hear the playa hating but I don't endorse such
    I got the Escalade, guts like the tour bus
    I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup
    And in the tires little package is gone
    Might I spend a good deal with these Firestones
    I spit like Myer's bones, born in chromers
    For the buyers chromosomes I got summers
    I got vicadens, valiums I ain't stopping
    Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin
    And that's how we rocking
    How can you hear that bop unless I'm be-bopping
    Yeah skip when you hear that click
    Cash money nigga I'm that shit
    Weezy Baby, ugh!

    That's what I'm talking about
    Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know why they ain't fuckin with you

    Your goddamn right I'm feeling myself
    A chauffeur no sir, I'm wheeling myself
    Looking for a chick chilling for self
    So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killing herself
    I'm having problems dealing with wealth
    But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a million yourself
    You niggaz must've got a deal for your health
    Your cd is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf
    I spend big, at any time I can start splurging
    The twin cigs open chests like a heart surgeon
    And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook
    But I keep a stack thick as few college books
    I got a new polished look
    And twenty dime bitches, to show y'all niggaz how my two dollars look
    The boy's got at least six digits on
    So the guns gotta be at least midget long
    The money, is like ten bridges long
    I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on
    I got some good smoke just for puffers
    The two grand twenty's make the hustlers suffer
    Plus it's fluffer, than a cotton ball
    I've gotten calls wanting me to put the pot in malls
    But nowadays you can't put it past 'em
    I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm bout to throw some bullets past 'em
    And the niggaz in the hood keep quoting my lines
    I don't jump ship I keep floating in mine
    Long as I keep toting I'm fine
    I'mma have these dick sucking niggaz deep-throating the nine
    I jumped in the English ship, Benzed whip
    It's Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip
    I'm reading scripts no, not the penmanship (no)
    The box-office shit (yeah), I box off this bitch (yeah)
    Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst
    And still make a mil' off the first of months
    These dudes be the first to front
    'Til they family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front
    I'm in the top position, I can make you a proposition
    I'm in the hard top waiting on the drop edition
    To hell with the patience
    I'mma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations

    Yeah it is what it is, my niggaz just killed y'all and I'mma close the casket
    I'm tryin not to let this industry get the best of me y'all
    I work hard in the game, the game's stressing me y'all
    All they do is complain what they expect from me y'all
    From the hood to Hollywood they respecting me y'all
    And even overseas they accepting me y'all
    All the ladies show me love, the thugs repping me y'all
    I get a lot of dirty money so respect me or fall
    But I'm saving all my checks, I'm investing 'em all
    They say, what goes up is gon' definitely fall
    Even the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all
    Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe y'all
    You can't name another cat that can mess with me y'all
    At the shows all the hoes be molesting me y'all
    I got broads crying trying to get next to me y'all
    I got broads craving begging to have sex with me y'all
    Screaming, "Cash you don't know how sexy you are!"
    And I'm happy I'm alive, God's blessing me y'all
    And all the problems that arrive is God testing me y'all
    So I pray everyday but I ain't praying too much
    Cause I be sinning everyday so I ain't praying enough
    And we all could be beat, and I ain't saying I'm tough
    But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up"
    If it's beef when we meet then I'm spaying shit up
    Prraat prraat.I ain't saying too much and that's that
    Cause that cat you embracing with love
    Might clap that gat cause he got hate in his blood
    Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close
    Cause the folks you call friends can envy the most
    Some cats'll hang themselves if you give 'em a rope
    Burn the bridge and don't give a boat, let 'em sink
    Sometimes you gotta give 'em some some time to let 'em think
    But sometimes you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink
    You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink
    I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink
    As soon as your eyes shut, them niggaz will ride up
    And the guys that you trusted be getting you tied up
    And we all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave
    That's why even if it's petty I'll be ready to squeeze
    But put a cheddar in cheese, guac-a-moola
    I pop the ruger, send that hot shit through ya!
    Like booya! That's the sound when the pound busting
    Ooh, ah, you'll be laying on the ground suffering
    Clowning's nothing to pull out and blast you
    I try to only resort to violence if I have to
    But man niggaz out here are playing fair
    So before the odds are even I'm leaving them laying there
    And I ain't even playing believe what I'm saying here
    Cause before this shit gets further your click gets murdered
    And found in a hole in the grass
    For trying to play that thug role I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass
    And this Cass, nigga I'm that sick
    Full Surface nigga I'm that shit, bitch!

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