They ready for the kid to say lay, yeah      This the boy Cassidy man   And I'm feeling like a red nose that we just let out the cage man   I'm ready to bite one of you niggaz at any given moment      Get 'em      My shit is the truth I get in the booth   And start spitting like I'm missing a tooth   You listening duke, I'm gripping the coupe, lifting the roof   Sip the orange juice mixed with the goose   Or shots of the yak, I got gats that could lift up a moose   Stay with a biscuit to shoot like I'm Bishop in Juice   I get more bitches than Luke when I run the block   Fiends scream, "I wanna rock, I wanna rock, ock"      I'm right in the curb, white and the herb   And I got a nice price on the birds, you might could get served   You come with the doe, I come with the blow   But if you don't come with the change I'm a come with them thangs   Run up on you with the gun in the dickie   The collar coat hold a hundred and fifty   You wanna get busy, come get me, I'll bury you cats   'Cus I wife the knife and I marry my gat      Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   Get 'em Cass   Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   Get 'em Cass      Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   Get 'em Cass   Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   Get 'em Cass      A yo my flow sick I need an antihistamine   Both of my wrists gleam and my fist just as mean   It's blue but it's see-through like Listerine   I get the cream on the strip fucking with the fiends   So go and get your team   And I'll get 'em all smoked like a stick a nicotine or a nick of green   And I don't talk to these hoes like I'm Mr. Bean   I just let 'em mop me off get a Mr. Clean      And I might pop her off if the chick is mean   I got some stories I can tell I'll sell a chick a dream   I'll let her sip a little liquor, let her hit the green   Then I'm a unbutton her blouse and unzip her jeans   And merk that ass, hurt that ass   Cass show you how to work that ass   And I ain't with my boy Kells in the hotel no more   I'm on the strip making sells fish scale galore   Whore      Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   Get 'em Cass   Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   Get 'em Cass      Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   Get 'em Cass   Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   Get 'em Cass      I'm still acting a fool, packing a tool   Went back to the dude before I was with the black and the jewels   I don't feel right if I ain't strapped with the tool   But give me a gat and I'm cool like the mac or the ooze   And I'll clap at you dudes, I ain't scrapping you dudes   I'm kind of light and I ain't fighting I got ratchets to use   I'll have cats like, "Damn yo what happened to dude?"   Listen homey, if I'm hungry you'll get jacked for your food      I'm back on the move, back on the grind   I'm a natural born hustler, I just happened to rhyme   Who would of ever thought I'll be the cat to get signed   But life hard to predict the shit happen sometimes   Cats jacking my lines, taking my style   But there ain't no perpetrators aloud   If you die then you can't testify when I take it to trial   You can hate it, I just take it and smile   Motherfucker      Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   Get 'em Cass   Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   Get 'em Cass      Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   Get 'em Cass   Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   Sick 'em      Get 'em Cass   Get 'em Cass      Get 'em Cass   Sick 'em