Paroles Why de Cassidy

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(feat. Larsiny)

Why nigga you would die if you try me
(As we continue on)
Why nigga you would die if you try me

[Big Mike:]
Why nigga you would die if you try me

[DJ Thoro:]
Talk greasy to me I'll do you greasy for free

[Larsiny:]
(Put Ya L's In The Sky nigga)
Why nigga you would die if you try me
Why nigga you would die if you try me
(Philly Stand up)
Why nigga you would die if you try me
Talk greasy to me I'll do you greasy for free
(C'mon)

[Drag-On:]
Nigga talk crazy to me I'm a show'em the oo whop
Throw a couple hollows knocke'm out his tube socks
The last nigga ran his lips got his tooth chipped
I'm in these streets I ain't just in this booth bitch
I don't just concrete'em I palm beach'em
Let the sharks do the work till god reach'em
I'm from a different pedigree of niggas
Before I leave the game I'm a bury me a nigga
I ain't never leave these streets Martin luther King talk about peace
Me I just walk with my peace
And any nigga got no manners I'll handle
38 long titanium handle
Blow a nigga head now they call him sleepy hollow
The headless horseman nigga close his coffin
This Drag dash Mr. Hood Environment
With Larsiny in my blood I'm out retirement

Why nigga you would die if you try me
Why nigga you would die if you try me
Why nigga you would die if you try me
Talk greasy to me I'll do you greasy for free

[AR AB:]
If it's beef I'm a end that right now
I light pounds and I give niggas night gowns
Big guns I ain't worried bout who to hit
I gotta hold it my shoulder when I shoot the bitch
I gotta few to spit let the shell smoke
It'll turn a nigga yacht to a sail boat
To fall back I'll rip'em apart
These niggas KFC AB like I sit in the dark
I go hard my gun so large
If it hit his chest it'll knock'em through a bar
Niggas soft my heart bleed Larsiny
We take bodies to the bridge then we tossin'em
The clip thirty two I drop ten on'em
Or beat his head with the gun till it bend on'em
So nigga stand in my way you'll just Luchini
I make his ass do a Hoodini I'll
Real niggas don't snitch or drop names off
A nigga talk he gettin' hawked witta chain saw
Niggas is day s off need no witness
I copped a scope for the low distance
It's black gloves when I clutch the pipe
I'll wet ya crib up like a busted pipe
I only need one shot when kill targets
The gun spit in ya face like a drill sergeant

Why nigga you would die if you try me
Why nigga you would die if you try me
Why nigga you would die if you try me
Talk greasy to me I'll do you greasy for free

[Ock Bar:]
I got a glock right now
I'm Ock bar and I bang ya clique down
I'm not in to flashin heat homes
But I'm known to pack a knife and chrome
Because I get crusin played out favorites
Stay away from me and meet the front page bitch
I hear that niggas bout to bring it to my places of war
So I'm sittin in my chair with my face in the door
Give my Haitians a call tell'em to grab they machete's
Grip the tech with the ki if they haven't already
That means decapitate'em flame they home down
Bang the phone down it can't be long now
Before them fuckers come watch in the front
When discussion I'm just clutching the pump
Bustin the chumps uh
I'm a gritty dude get me in a shitty mood
Have ya kids city zooed lion cage kitty food

Why nigga you would die if you try me
Why nigga you would die if you try me
Why nigga you would die if you try me
Talk greasy to me I'll do you greasy for free

[Cassidy:]
Err body got a chin to break but I'll put the clip in the H
Put it in ya face and make ya shit disintegrate
I'll shoot you up who the fuck you tryna intimidate
If you imitate get cut with the knife like a dinner plate
I been gettin' cake you been a bitch and I been a ape
The only time you niggas ride out is on the interstate
Yea you been a fake nigga and I been a H N I C
I'm great like Ali but try me and you will get a IV
Or ya picture on the obituary R.I.P.
Barry Adrien Reese is on my ID
So that explains why the story written by me
It's called bars nigga I was locked behind bars nigga
In a accident which left me permanently scared nigga
But in ain't changed manye I'm permanently hard nigga
Pullin triggas on guns that's longer than a yard nigga
And you be six feet deep that's two yards in the dirt
A nigga put in work like a bartender
Cause I be given niggas shot after shot
And I was locked behind bars and I used to grind raw
And I used to grind hard sellin'
Rock after rock
Till niggas started conversatin with cop after cop
And naw I ain't havin' that if a nigga piss me I grab the gat
And clap'em where his bladder at
And piss'em off to that's what a boss do
If you ever try to cross me I double cross you
I floss to I'm rockin the double cross to
And I carry gats the size of a lil dwarf to
You hide out I ride out like a horse do
But dog when I walk with the metal it's not a horseshoe
You gotta wife I gotta pipe like a horse do
Ya wife said ya pipe to small and she gon divorce you
Ya little morsel to tiny to skinny
She want a new jimmy I can give boo plenty
She told me that I'm way bigger than he is
And she said that he more pussy than she is

Why nigga you would die if you try me
Why nigga you would die if you try me
Why nigga you would die if you try me
Talk greasy to me I'll do you greasy for free

[Luck:]
The barrel is steel the frame worth tougher wear
I get my guns liquidated than a buck a pair
Now yaw tell me who want this here
You suckers scared I claw through ya chest like a fuckin' bear
I'm an animal surrounded by cannibals
My niggas feed on ya flesh like cannibal
These niggas talkin' all irrational
My gang of wolves they'll squeeze to the death when the hammer full
I write magical my flow game radical
My bars keep'em on they toes like lambisil
The hustla home the customers back
It's Luck and Cass who fuckin with that
We runnin these streets you want beef
Just run in a neak or Ock and Shiz keep a gun in they reach
So stick to ya day job cause yaw don't even want it with AR
And I ain't talkin' bout the gun I b sprayin' off
And you can talk about your pistols and clappin' ya heat off
Witta rock it'll clear more than half of your street off
Even if it miss the impact knock ya feet off
It'll throw niggas up then down like a see-saw
And for that cheese dog I'm knockin ya knees off
Every part of your dismembered body will b lost
I handle my own but niggas like to shoot for meh
I got the guns that's for military use only
Straight militant I shoot it like a troop homie
I don't need fatigue or combat boots on meh
Top rank I'm the man you should see
I'm the Colonel The General Commander-in Chief
The only nigga fit to be demandin is me
I'm a boss I demand niggas ransoms to brae
The smoke fade left standin is me
When it's beef Luck bring the war tanks to the STREETS!

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