Альбом Ca$his

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[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 x2: 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:]
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]

[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]

Walkin, with a semi cocked,
Flick down any block,
Get cash plenty drop or getting shot,
Went to war with the cops, you reach for what I got,
Treat you like Singapore, swing a sword, you are chopped,
Picture me pistol fling, look at me, look at me,
And realize aint none a yall as hood as me.
that’s on everything, take six to ya frame,
You son caught strays, he gon die any day,
Try and act brave, tell the law my name,
I bet your family wont live to see another day,
There is no other way, you hearing what I say,
I got paper now, I can fight the case,

Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule,

Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule,

Like Iraq, C-4 in back packs,
You can pull straps but you cant match that,
Thought you was hard as shit bitch,
Why you let em snitch?
Put the gun in ya hand now we can settle it,
Put it up to his head, I cant do it for ya,
You be the trigger man, kill your own brother,
See how it feels when he drops and he bleeds,
I handed you heat, it was your option to squeeze,
Drop to your knees, look at me and believe,
There’s only one way to get out of this thing,
Barrel aimed at your face, cocked back fired straight,
Now release neither one of us to catch a murder case

Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule,

Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule,

Flyin down the 5, flicked out getting high,
Jump off from Lincoln, roll through Anaheim,
Rush of a homicide, races through my mind
I commit any crime, any where any time,
Stick niggas for their shine yeah,
You been on the grind yeah,
Take the jury off and pass it to me its mine,
Cohort, Me and my cohorts on codeine,
Conspiring, rioting, robbin niggas for more cream.
Step on work, eighth by eighth,
Six points off a quarter nigga stretch that cake,
I aint chillin on the corner, ya phone and ya order,
For 8 balls and up, I aint holdin nothing shorter, yeah.

Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule,

Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule

A lot of tears shed over what you been through,
A mothers pain pays, for what her kid do,
As Bryan life fades, in the rear view,
You a slave to hurt, but gotta see it through,
We was both banging, Bryan and I,
Different neighborhoods so we chose different sides,
Confrontation in the street, so we had to ride,
I wanted to fight, his pride felt I had to die,
He screamed 187, I say I never hide,
You know where Im at boy I aint hard to find,
A couple weeks went by, we passin time,
He seen me in the alley with his niggas, I
Was just dealin off carry, then I seen the nine,
Then I heard a shot, he just kept firen,
I started runnin, duckin, now Im hidin,
The whole time conscience of my own homicide in,
I got away click click in the nick of time,
His clip drop down, he start signifyin,
You a bitch Cash run with ya bitch ass,
Heard sirens, then I heard him hit the gas,
Right then, I knew your son wouldn't last,
I said to myself folk, I gotta kill his ass,
Roll through my apartment hit the building fast,
Gun outta my closet, hit the stick and dash
Put the strap in my pocket my mission I saw em,
Down the block sittin back sippin yack,
I walked up like, whats the business fam,
He started death in the eyes, then he shook his head,
The broad he was with shook as fuck,
Put the barrel to his head, buck buck buck,
He fell to the ground, grass covered in blood,
Ill probably go to hell for what I did to your son,
I walked off slowly, bugged, I aint run,
Its been five years, and though its never over,
He left me no choice, I offer you closure,
He left me no choice, I offer you closure.

Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son,

Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms Jenkins, I murdered your son,

Dear mama, if you getting this letter, Im dead,
Im sorry if you getting this letter,
Wait, Im sorry I didn't live a little better
My own selfish will wouldn't send you this letter,
See, I had my hat cocked on the wrong spot,
I threw the right sign up on the wrong block,
Blow blow blow Ramone shot,
Fuck cashis momma, ramone shot,
It started as a fight, on a distant night,
But evolved to homicide, pistols tight
We still, grieve over your brother,
Now you grieve over your son what the fuck
He squad me up, this my hood,
Some nigga named cashis from Chris's hood,
Hes supposed to came back with iron I aint scared,
Yes I am momma, I don't wanna be dead,
But I cant run, too late to try and change it,
Born as your son but dyin as a banger
When my name gets discussed for entertainment,
Never share this letter with a stranger, please,

Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son,

Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms Jenkins, I murdered your son,

Dear Bryan, its cashis I cant sleep,
I had to bang you before you bang me,
Just like I blame you, You can blame me,
We both gave up our lives for banging,
We didn't know each other, but shared the same hate,
Your death is my life, so we share the same fate,
This aint what banging was for, killin for nothin,
Your death gave me karma, for the death of my woman,
Im tryin at make amends cause within Im cruel,
But outside Im hard, my friends don't know,
Im sorry I killed you, I know it don't mean shit,
We both coulda stopped, if we only seen shit,
Happens for a reason we don't even know,
When we leave hear, do you know where you goin,
I send my apologies through a song,
Maybe we can reconcile when Im gone.

Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son,

Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms Jenkins, I murdered your son

[Intro: Ca$his]
Uh, yeah, Blocc Boy on the beat
It's Ca$his, spend some real shit
It's for my, it's for my seeds, nigga
It's still Shady though, hah

[Ca$his:]
Sit back right, all night spot post
Do the same thang, killin off black folks
Selling on the side, string save a mean mo'
To anything I own, rocks, crack, E and smoke
Got the picture of the seven little reasons
that keep, any nigga disrespectin me breathin
Still I be high, every time I see them
My babies, my angels, and they are my freedom
I know I'm on the grind, lately I ain't comin home
They keep you in my life, I never leave your mom alone
You know I'm whylin out, strayin strapped, ride or dyin
You hear the stories 'bout your daddy floatin 'round town?
But you call me up like, "Daddy I been findin out
that you caught Rico slippin, beat him up and stomped him out"
So when you go to school, you wanna do it too?
You just like me, how can I be mad at you?

[Chorus: Ca$his]
You ain't had to live like I did
And still you are just like me (you are just like me)
Hell I even did a bid and came back to see
You are just like me (you are just like me)
The only reason I ain't kill myself
Is for fear you'll be just like be (you'll be just like me)
You got the demons that's within myself
Now I see, you are just like me (you are just like me)

[Ca$his:]
Standin on the block, tryin to make my money clock
Servin situations, my nuts about a cock
I wanna stop but, y'all gotta have a lot
Even if it means sacrificin the life of your pops
I'm the breadwinner, I don't fear nann nigga
I don't trust nobody, I'm a man - liquor
runnin through my veins, you runnin through my brain
I start to see your heart, we feel each other's pain
I talk to all of y'all when I say I love you mayne
One day we'll ball and I'll never have to leave again
Until that day comes, shorty be a G
I ride with y'all everywhere cause y'all are part of me
Here go my hugs and kisses, never give you up for bitches
Promise to give you riches, all of my lil' niggaz
Here go my hugs and kisses, never give you up for bitches
Promise to give you riches, all of my lil' niggaz (lil' niggaz)

[Chorus]

[Ca$his:]
Look how they talkin shit, twice a year I drop a ki' (so what)
I bet nobody ever love 'em like they daddy did
I teach 'em young, don't be rollin on no scary shit
Long as you love each other, you'll be very rich
Everybody question how I be affordin this
I make my money off of dicks and spend it on my kids
I'm sendin messages in bottles of imagination
so they can feel my presence, though they at home just waitin
My soldiers still in trainin, throwin up forks like they bangin
Know how to bogart, and never trust a stranger
They the ones I look to whenever I'm in danger
We walkin holdin hands, interlockin trigger fingers
This is my record to my kids, I'm a banger
and a father so my conversation must remain gangsta
This is my record to my kids, I'm a banger
and a father so my conversation must remain gangsta

[Chorus]

[Outro: Ca$his]
Yeah, it don't get much realer than that
Shady, Ca$his, uhh
Nigga, be a man, take care of yours
That don't make you no less gangsta
My nigga not take care of his
I take care of mine homie
I'ma give a individual shoutout to 'em
Miana, Jasmine, Ramani, Rashanti
Lil' Mone, and Rah Monique, Tavian
They are just like me [echoes]

(feat. Eminem)

[guns cocking then one gunshot]

[Eminem:] Haha
[Ca$his:] Ca$his, Ca$his
[Eminem:] Yeah!
[Ca$his:] King Mathers
[Eminem:] C'MON!
[Ca$his:] Pistol poppin, come get me nigga! [echoes]

[Chorus: Ca$his]
Pistol poppin, bodies droppin, layin all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin on the ground with your fuckin brain out

[Ca$his:]
Walk through the door with my hands on a gun
Cause niggaz 'round here wanna ask where I'm from
I throw up my signs, step back and pop one
'fore you throw up your sign if you even got one
I used to bust niggaz heads open for fun
Chase him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run
I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
Slung crack, real cat, you ain't never did that
Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome heat
I don't sleep, homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrolling, grab a glock-40
Sniper at the squad car, story noting
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack rap
Tossed straps before, I'm out of here, homie
Militant in a sense, I don't really give a shit
Call up, Eminem, I gotta plead innocent

[Chorus]

[Ca$his:]
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my teachers
I'm the most hated nigga alive, since Jesus
Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my Christ-like abilities
Come back, then ride on my enemies
Never been afraid of beef, metals of my bravery
War situations got you sayin he, crazy G
And emerge with the beat, I can serve anything
Especially anybody tryin to diss my team – Shady
[blam] G-Unit, Aftermath the same thing
So if you say them punk nigga you say me
I be in L.A. G, get at me when you see me
Catch you in O.C., and in the bag you'll be leaving
I ain't worried 'bout my freedom cause for me to get even
is worth e'rything, it's on B.B.G.N.
I son'd you folk, I'm lookin at your pinkie
You a fake-ass gangsta, what a waste of my scenery

[Chorus x2]

[Eminem:]
Maybe I just feel like there's too many pussies in rap
Shady (Ca$his) we gotta push 'em to the back
Move 'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me wrong
I love the finger snaps and the claps into the song
It's got a catch but come on man, the raps
We all gotta step our game up; especially these lame fucks
who walk around with their chest out
just tryin to be down with anybody who's left now
Better be down with them, huh
But I dare some bitch to say somethin about, Eminem
Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin around with dudes
I already seen two friends get shot in the head
and lay on the ground this year and, one didn't make it
Proof, you are the truth
Please don't let us come face to face with these boo-boo-hoo
Fake-ass tattooed havin
Fif' please tell 'em right now how hard it has been
for me to try and, stay out it
But they just won't quit runnin their mouth
at least 'til there's a gun in it; son of a bitch!
We all got shooters, yeah these days who doesn't?
And as far as the snaps and claps, I wasn't
dissin the South, that isn't what this is about
I just so sick of the beef, I don't even wanna see anymore

[Chorus x2]

Lies in the game, I entertain,
The last lines of the next Kurt Kobain,
Standin at the mirror with a nine at my brain,
Most rap guys wanna die for the fame,
Supposed to die young cause Im in a gang,
And I cant change cause I entertain,
Can sniff three verses, through lines of cane,
You just realized that Im insane,
Im enraged engaged in a war of ways,
They can have me spray shots off the stage,
If I die like Malcolm, will you feel my pain?
Or just cry like a bitch while I lay in my grave
If I die like Pac cause I yearned to bang,
You discredit me, like I never learned a thang,
If I died like Big, would you praise my rhymes,
And give me the spot best of all time
If I died in N Y with the West Coast ride,
And the beef not stopping till hip hop died,
Will a nigga who don’t understand that line,
Try and damage my safety in NY?
Will the rap game embrace me, cause I got skill?
For the lies of that man, will I get killed?

Im just getting high, getting high,
Thinking suicide, suicide,

Im just getting high, getting high,
Thinking suicide, suicide,

Im just getting high, getting high,
Thinking suicide, suicide,

Will the crimes of my youth come back to haunt me?
By the time I shoot, my father want me?
When I tour will my girl, become a whore,
And come back home and cant fuck her raw,
If I walk on stage like fuck the law,
Will the hip hop cops try and kill my squad?
Will the niggas on my team really ride like they say?
Or push me in the shots, ‘he gon die anyway’
Is niggas really jealous, cause I got shine?
Is it envy from the fellas, cause I got signed?
Will the whole hood hate, cause I speak my mind,
Will I die for a rhyme before I reach my prime?
If I kill my bitch, like Robert Blake,
Do I got enough money, to beat the case?
If I crash out, right before I end the race,
And die for I come out, would you fell my pain?
Im almost to a point, where I cant be saved
My mind state at a place, where it cant be changed
Laws gotta nigga stuck, like he cant be brave,
But I gotta back up, all the shit I say,
Its lies in the game, I entertain,
Standin in the mirror with a nine at my brain
Most rap guys wanna die for the fame.

Im just getting high, getting high,
Thinking suicide, suicide,

Im just getting high, getting high,
Thinking suicide, suicide,

Im just getting high, getting high,
Thinking suicide, suicide.

[Ca$his]
Screech out, yeah
That's what I'm talkin 'bout [bzzt]
Ca$his, Shady [bzzt]
Good lookin Em

We in the Cadillac Cartel and Snoop DeVilles
Ridin on Treys like Barksdale, I'm movin steel
Step out and see the new Car-mellos you would steal
But you ain't runnin around here cause dude is real
You dub for fifteen minutes sayin they shoot and steal
I would tell you more, but I think, you would squeal
I'm ridin at the wheel, lean back, poppin pills
I make a lil' side money plus I got a deal
I'm nine kids deep; see, why I gotta deal?
And serve so the government, can't touch my skrill
Before I'm sittin in my big, house, on the hill
Dark, not in H.B., Hall go, have a meal
I am the bogus boy, that was in my uncle's will
You figured that out, and see that I'm a G for real
And fear man is one thing that he don't feel
Knock a nigga out, while his gun on him still

[Chorus: Ca$his]
'Llac ('Llac) motion (motion) drop (drop) top (top)
West (West) coast (coast) beatin down yo' block
That's how we do it out here, out here – folk
That's how we do it out here, back forth - folk
Back on the 'Llac ('Llac) motion (motion) drop (drop) top (top)
West (West) coast (coast) beatin down yo' block
That's how we do it out here, out here – folk
That's how we do it out here, back forth – folk
Back screech out

[Ca$his:]
New Makaveli jeans, five Vicks, Blue Leaf
Tall tee, hang to my motherfuckin knees nigga
I got a gang of my partners from O.C., figure
If it's some drama they all, ridin with me if ya
recognize a situation that you can't win
You may feel like a marked mellow but you can live
Still you tryin to be hard, yellin out stupid shit
I just look at you laughin, say that you a bitch
I got somethin from class despite my truant seers
But I can whoop on yo' ass homie if you in Sears
It's better not to be brash and come with foolishness
Talkin 'bout my county 'til you see how true it is
Come to the 7-1-fo', Glizzy could get you rich
Some of the homies got dough, the rest is militant
We got goons that's loon tootin them wicked sticks
My whole set to end, Shady that's what the bid'ness is

[Chorus]

[Ca$his:]
We switchin lanes and candy paints on 22's
And '83s and '88s, in grammar schools
Different names of the 'Llac, I hear the hundred crews
Miss the exit, that's all from gettin blunted fool
Flick the tussin, a couple buzzards is comin through
Soon as they see me say "Ca$h, I wanna fuck wit'chu"
So many niggaz is lamed out, and gullible
We make 'em lookouts in fog eyes for copper moves
I was livin the life, of sellin rocks to dudes
When I got to a block, I was unstoppable
I had to serve out the 'Llac, cause they was watchin moves
But bein poor was just, somethin I couldn't do
I wanna roll in a six-hundred and stunt on you
Next time I see you and yours, I'll pull a gun on you
Through every stage of my life, I been that fuckin dude
You should be glad I took, time to fuck wit'chu

[Chorus]