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6 Minutes

Cassidy
2005-09-016:10 minSynced lyrics

"6 Minutes" is a song by Cassidy, released in 2005 in the Pop genre. The song is 6:10 long and contains 132 lines and 1226 words.

0:01Yeah I go by the name of Cassidy The Hustler
0:04And I brought two of my niggaz with me
0:06And we about to shut the industry down
0:09Aiyyo wheezy let's get it poppin'
0:11Hit me front that sh*t this the south side
0:13Got a fat dick on your mouth wide
0:15I've come to take it outside nah do it right here
0:19Hop out later ownin' everybody's home that you f**kin' with
0:22Wheezy F baby please say the baby
0:25Riding with your b**ch got keys on the lady
0:28Triple gold these four tires on the whip
0:31Young Carter slidin' out I'm flyer than the whip
0:33Yeah higher than an angel or hotter than the devil the pot or kettle uh
0:39The metal let 'em burn like earth shiver births uh
0:42If there's any beef I come runnin' like Mertz uh
0:45Word up eagle street I'm throwin' my curve up
0:48We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbert
0:51I got flow I'm like sure but if it's about dough I'm like sure 'nuff
0:55I'm from the bird bunch birdman J R you niggaz bird lunch
0:59I see your lips moving but I ain't heard much
1:02You see the wrist moving it look like pure punch
1:05I hear the playa hating but I don't endorse such
1:08I got the escalade guts like the tour bus
1:11I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup
1:14And in the tires little package is gone
1:16Might I spend a good deal with these Firestones
1:19I spit like Myer's bones born in chromers
1:22For the buyers chromosomes I got summers
1:25I got vicadens valiums I ain't stoppin'
1:28Got pot and h****n ex oxycontin and that's how we rockin'
1:33How can you hear that bop unless I'm be bopping
1:36Yeah skip when you hear that click
1:39Cash money ni**a I'm that sh*t whose begging uh
1:42That's what I'm talking about
1:44Now Fab spit at these niggaz and let them know
1:46Why they ain't f**kin' with you
1:48You're goddamn right I'm feelin' myself
1:50A chauffeur no Sir I'm wheelin' myself
1:53Looking for a chick chillin' for self
1:55So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killin' herself
1:58I'm having problems dealing with wealth
2:00But you wouldn't understand it until you get a million yourself
2:05You niggaz must've got a deal for your health
2:07Your CD is frozen food it just chills on the shelf
2:10I spend big at any time I can start splurging
2:13The twin cigs open chests like a heart surgeon
2:16And I'm buttoned up I'm just a blue collar crook
2:19But I keep a stack thick as few college books
2:21I got a new polished look
2:23And twenty dime b**ches to show y'all niggaz how my two dollars look
2:27The boy's got at least six digits on
2:30So the guns gotta be at least midget long
2:32The money is like ten bridges long
2:35I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on
2:38I got some good smoke just for puffers
2:41The two grand twenty's make The Hustlers suffer
2:44Plus it's fluffer than a cotton ball
2:46I've gotten calls wantin' me to put the pot in malls
2:49But nowadays you can't put it past 'em
2:51I got a Dan Marino arm I'm 'bout to throw some bullets past 'em
2:55And the niggaz in the hood keep quotin' my lines
2:58I don't jump ship I keep floatin' in mine long as
3:01I keep toting I'm fine
3:03I'mma have these dick sucking niggaz deep throatin' the nine
3:06I jumped in the English ship benzed whip
3:09It's Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip
3:12I'm reading scripts no not the penmanship
3:15The box office sh*t I box off this b**ch
3:18Jessica Alba Kirsten Dunst
3:21And still make a mil' off the first of months
3:23These dudes be the first to front
3:25'Til they family and friends is in limos they in hearse in front
3:29I'm in the top position I can make you a proposition
3:32I'm in the hard top waitin' on the drop edition
3:36To hell with the patience
3:37I'mma send a ni**a down under like Australia vacations
3:41Yeah this what is this
3:43My niggaz just killed y'all and I'mma close the casket
3:46I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me y'all
3:49I work hard for the fame the game's stressin' me y'all
3:52All they do is complain what they expect from me y'all
3:54From the Hood to Hollywood they respectin' me y'all
3:57And even overseas they acceptin' me y'all
4:00All the ladies show me love the thugs reppin' me y'all
4:03I get a lot of dirty money so respect me or fall
4:06But I'm saving all my checks I'm investin' 'em all
4:09They say what goes up is gon' definitely fall
4:11Even the stars work success it's my destiny y'all
4:14Look I cook tracks I got the recipe y'all
4:17You can't name another cat that can mess with me y'all
4:20At the shows all the hoes be molesting me y'all
4:23I got broads cryin' tryin' to get next to me y'all
4:25I got broads cravin' beggin' to have sex with me y'all
4:28Screamin'
4:29Cash you don't know how sexy you are
4:31And I'm happy I'm alive God's blessin' me y'all
4:34And all the problems that arrive is God testin' me y'all
4:37So I pray everyday but I ain't prayin' too much
4:40'Cause I be sinnin' everyday so I ain't prayin' enough
4:43And we all could be beat and I ain't saying I'm tough
4:45But if it's beef I don't speak I ain't saying
4:48What's up
4:48If it's beef when we meet then I'm spaying sh*t up
4:51Prraat prraat I ain't sayin' too much and that's that
4:54'Cause that cat you embracin' with love
4:57Might clap that gat 'cause he got hate in his blood
5:00Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close
5:02'Cause the folks you call friends can envy the most
5:05Some cats'll hang themselves if you give 'em a rope
5:08Burn the bridge and don't give a boat let 'em sink
5:11Sometimes you gotta give 'em some some time to let 'em think
5:14But sometimes you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink
5:17You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink
5:19I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink
5:22As soon as your eyes shut them niggaz will ride up
5:25And the guys that you trusted be gettin' you tied up
5:28And we all gotta die but I ain't ready to leave
5:31That's why even if it's petty I'll be ready to squeeze
5:34But put a cheddar in cheese guac a moola
5:37I pop the ruger send that hot sh*t through ya
5:40Like booya that's the sound when the pound bustin'
5:43Ooh ah you'll be laying on the ground sufferin'
5:45Clowning's nothin' to pull out and blast you
5:48I try to only resort to violence if I have to
5:51But man niggaz out here ain't playin' fair
5:54So before the odds are even I'm leavin' them layin' there
5:56And I ain't even playin' believe what I'm saying here
5:59'Cause before this sh*t gets further
6:00Your click gets murdered and found in a hole in the grass
6:04For tryin' to play that thug role I'll stomp a mud hole in your a**
6:08And this Cass ni**a I'm that sick
6:10Full surface ni**a I'm that sh*t b**ch
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'
Hit me front that sh*t this the south side
Got a fat dick on your mouth wide
I've come to take it outside nah do it right here
Hop out later ownin' everybody's home that you f**kin' with
Wheezy F baby please say the baby
Riding with your b**ch got keys on the lady
Triple gold these four tires on the whip
Young Carter slidin' 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 earth shiver births uh
If there's any beef I come runnin' like Mertz uh
Word up eagle street I'm throwin' 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 J R you niggaz bird lunch
I see your lips moving but I ain't heard much
You see the wrist 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 stoppin'
Got pot and h****n ex oxycontin and that's how we rockin'
How can you hear that bop unless I'm be bopping
Yeah skip when you hear that click
Cash money ni**a I'm that sh*t whose begging uh
That's what I'm talking about
Now Fab spit at these niggaz and let them know
Why they ain't f**kin' with you
You're goddamn right I'm feelin' myself
A chauffeur no Sir I'm wheelin' myself
Looking for a chick chillin' for self
So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killin' 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 b**ches 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 wantin' 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 quotin' my lines
I don't jump ship I keep floatin' in mine long as
I keep toting I'm fine
I'mma have these dick sucking niggaz deep throatin' 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
The box office sh*t I box off this b**ch
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 waitin' on the drop edition
To hell with the patience
I'mma send a ni**a down under like Australia vacations
Yeah this what is this
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 for the fame the game's stressin' me y'all
All they do is complain what they expect from me y'all
From the Hood to Hollywood they respectin' me y'all
And even overseas they acceptin' me y'all
All the ladies show me love the thugs reppin' me y'all
I get a lot of dirty money so respect me or fall
But I'm saving all my checks I'm investin' '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 cryin' tryin' to get next to me y'all
I got broads cravin' beggin' to have sex with me y'all
Screamin'
Cash you don't know how sexy you are
And I'm happy I'm alive God's blessin' me y'all
And all the problems that arrive is God testin' me y'all
So I pray everyday but I ain't prayin' too much
'Cause I be sinnin' everyday so I ain't prayin' 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 sh*t up
Prraat prraat I ain't sayin' too much and that's that
'Cause that cat you embracin' 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 gettin' 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 sh*t through ya
Like booya that's the sound when the pound bustin'
Ooh ah you'll be laying on the ground sufferin'
Clowning's nothin' to pull out and blast you
I try to only resort to violence if I have to
But man niggaz out here ain't playin' fair
So before the odds are even I'm leavin' them layin' there
And I ain't even playin' believe what I'm saying here
'Cause before this sh*t gets further
Your click gets murdered and found in a hole in the grass
For tryin' to play that thug role I'll stomp a mud hole in your a**
And this Cass ni**a I'm that sick
Full surface ni**a I'm that sh*t b**ch
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