[Intro: Ca$his]   Shady Records own, bogus boy   Ca$his, it's Ca$his nigga, ah-ha ha   I'm here, right back on y'all, nigga   Blocc Boyz, what the bid'ness is, nigga   Seven-fo', let's go!      [Ca$his:]   In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy   I'm tryna get with the bid'ness so where the bitches be   When I flick the Vogues, I'ma get the hoes   In a seven-fo' Lincoln black, two do's   Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca$his   If a nigga look wrong you gon' let him have it   Say, what's your name? What kind of set you claim?   I'm seven-fo' now; tell me, do you bang?   We ain't ask about your mayne, cause he ain't here with us   And we both know that we about to fuck   You see my limo tint, but they can't see you bitch   Go and pull out my dick, and put your mouth on it   If you don't do it now, you'll never get the chance   If you ain't puttin out bitch, make other plans   I still keep my money in a rubber band   with the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand      [Chorus: Ca$his]   You see them niggaz runnin, you see my spinnin drum and   You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta   Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds   And e'ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta      [Ca$his:]   Seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin 'caine   And a sip of purp', I'm hurtin on my drank   I've been doin work, you know about my gang   You want me you can find me wherever that you hang   I got a bigger dick, plus I'm fly as shit   You've seen me with your bitch, cause I got benefits   I'm a militant, AWOL lyricist   Your face menstruates when I clap-clap, period   I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack nigga   Shady Records in your mouth, take that nigga   Em I never leave, forever got your back   And e'ry soldier in my squad feel like that   Gangsta disciple, you motherfuckers know   You should've killed me, a long time ago   I'm a regular ev-ery day psycho   Hat to the right on sight wherever I go      [Chorus: Ca$his]   You see them niggaz runnin, you see my spinnin drum and   You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta   Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds   And e'ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta      [Ca$his:]   I've been provin this, for a long time   And e'ry line that I write, is all mine   See me walkin a straight line in daytime   But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times   Livin life, in the California sunshine   But I'm the only star out, in the nighttime   Flagged up, knowin suckers ain't gon' like - I'm   makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine   Took the West over, I'm the real king   You don't believe me, fuck you, kill me   I don't fear none of y'all, meet a real G   Come against me, pussy nigga you will see   When you awake, and you still sleep   You dead you lil' pussy boy, feel me   You said you was gon' muh'fuckin kill me?   But you bled, guess you ain't that real, G   Screech      [Chorus: Ca$his]   You see them niggaz runnin, you see my spinnin drum and   You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta   Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds   And e'ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta      [Outro: Ca$his]   That nigga a gangsta nigga   You stupid ass niggaz don't know what a spinnin drum is?   That's a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you   Your face, your back, your chest   It don't matter to me nigga, and that's real   I got guns nigga, I got money nigga   I got riders, what the fuck you gon' do to me?   I got guns nigga, I got money nigga   I got riders, what the fuck you gon' do to me?   Nuttin, Shady Records own, bogus boy   Ca$his, King Mathers!   It's brought to you, by the great King Mathers   I'm out, let's go! [echoes]