Ca his That Nigga a Gangsta (+

    1. Beck From the Dead   Time 2007-11-29 18:42
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  • LYRICS[Intro: Ca$his]Shady Records own, bogus boyCa$his, it's Ca$his nigga, ah-ha haI'm here, right back on y'all, niggaBlocc Boyz, what the bid'ness is, niggaSeven-fo', let's go![Ca$his:]In this industry, a fifth of HennessyI'm tryna get with the bid'ness so where the bitches beWhen I flick the Vogues, I'ma get the hoesIn a seven-fo' Lincoln black, two do'sHope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca$hisIf a nigga look wrong you gon' let him have itSay, what's your name? What kind of set you claim?I'm seven-fo' now; tell me, do you bang?We ain't ask about your mayne, cause he ain't here with usAnd we both know that we about to fuckYou see my limo tint, but they can't see you bitchGo and pull out my dick, and put your mouth on itIf you don't do it now, you'll never get the chanceIf you ain't puttin out bitch, make other plansI still keep my money in a rubber bandwith the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand[Chorus x2: Ca$his]You see them niggaz runnin, you see my spinnin drum andYou lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangstaAlways gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundredsAnd e'ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta[Ca$his:]Seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin 'caineAnd a sip of purp', I'm hurtin on my drankI've been doin work, you know about my gangYou want me you can find me wherever that you hangI got a bigger dick, plus I'm fly as shitYou've seen me with your bitch, cause I got benefitsI'm a militant, AWOL lyricistYour face menstruates when I clap-clap, periodI snatch cakes off the, back of you wack niggaShady Records in your mouth, take that niggaEm I never leave, forever got your backAnd e'ry soldier in my squad feel like thatGangsta disciple, you motherfuckers knowYou should've killed me, a long time agoI'm a regular ev-ery day psychoHat to the right on sight wherever I go[Chorus][Ca$his:]I've been provin this, for a long timeAnd e'ry line that I write, is all mineSee me walkin a straight line in daytimeBut I spray nines right in front, of the one-timesLivin life, in the California sunshineBut I'm the only star out, in the nighttimeFlagged up, knowin suckers ain't gon' like - I'mmakin them turn they head straight boy just like mineTook the West over, I'm the real kingYou don't believe me, fuck you, kill meI don't fear none of y'all, meet a real GCome against me, pussy nigga you will seeWhen you awake, and you still sleepYou dead you lil' pussy boy, feel meYou said you was gon' muh'fuckin kill me?But you bled, guess you ain't that real, GScreech[Chorus][Outro: Ca$his]That nigga a gangsta niggaYou stupid ass niggaz don't know what a spinnin drum is?That's a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at youYour face, your back, your chestIt don't matter to me nigga, and that's realI got guns nigga, I got money niggaI got riders, what the fuck you gon' do to me?I got guns nigga, I got money niggaI got riders, what the fuck you gon' do to me?Nuttin, Shady Records own, bogus boyCa$his, King Mathers!It's brought to you, by the great King MathersI'm out, let's go! [echoes]
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