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Cassidy
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You Already Know
作詞:Barry Reese
Cass and Beans, you bitch ass niggas Philly pistol bangin', we gon' make 'em pay
You already know (You already know) It's the boss of all bosses Well, respected, reputation flawless Street record, no losses
Movie on my life It's a toss up between spike and tarentino Well, connected like Nicodemo Skinny Joey, uhh, come on, you niggas know me Capo de cape need work get at me One four deuce in Amsterdam
Ask ya man
I'm on the hill all day Gettin' it the long way Hicks on broadway call me poppy [unverified] Now move bitch
Get out the way, ay Da hustla home, I know the game missin' me (Come on Cass) Me and B Mac on the track
(Beans) The game history Picture me lettin' these bitch, niggas, get to me You could use my life to write a murder mystery
And my fist a lil' crystally My watch on freeze I got more cheese than lil' Italy (Philly stand up)
And you ain't got a coin, ya checks go boing I get change, big chain hang to my groin And I could go to the car lot in a hard top And pull another coupe off jag wit the soft top
I'ma take the roof off, I don't do the sun roofs And I chrome the boots off dawg, I got dumb loot Yo Mac tell 'em how hard niggas, go
It's state pen, foster fest They already know
You got beef than watch ya back You already know Stand up, niggas, never act yo You already know
You gotta keep ya enemies close You already know And neva leave home without toast You already know
Real niggas do what they want You already know Bitch niggas, do what you told You already know
You gotta play the hand you was dealt You already know Two real niggas livin' by the code man You already know
You niggas already know How me and Cass get down
Nigga, ask around
Shit, we'll lay a nigga casket down
Man, I'll grab the ruger Smoke'em like a bag of Buddha
Naw Cass, just throw'em off the roof 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
Like a parachuter
Yea, let's see if he gon' land On his face or his feet
But Mac, I could just take the heat Put his face on the street
Or you could take the back Of the gat try breakin' his teeth
Or I could hit 'em wit the piece That could wake the decease I'll call the chopper Earthquakin' be shakin' the street
(What else) I touch ki's I push bass like I'm makin' the beat (You already know)
Slow down Cass, ya killin' 'em Take it easy on 'em
Naw Mac I'm not feelin 'em
Well, fuck it, it's Mac and Cass Back-to-back like Mac and Brad Fuck these fake as rappers half these niggas fags Designer back packs, tight clothes dressed in drag
Tried to hop up on the track Look like extra swag
I'm the truth in the booth Mac could bust that ass Cass a best on the beat Yea, I'll crush that ass
And I'm fa sho wit the flow (Who that?) Ghetto fab (F-A B-O)
I keep the meter on the dash like the yellow cab Wings on the hood, B's on the pedal tabs It's Bentley Beans then it's Continental Cass Flyin spur Fabo on the collabo I'm like zab-do when I let the jab go In the lab yo word players like scrabbo
Yo Fabo, you ain't bad with the vocab yo I bag snow and blow strawberry dro Cass it is what it is you already know
You got beef than watch ya back You already know Stand up, niggas, never act yo You already know
You gotta keep ya enemies close You already know And neva leave home without toast You already know
Real niggas do what they want You already know Bitch niggas, do what you told You already know
You gotta play the hand you was dealt You already know Two real niggas livin' by the code man You already know
You already know You already know You already know You already know
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