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Carrie Underwood - 6 Minutes lyrics
[Cassidy speaks in the beginning and between each verse]
 [Cassidy]
 Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
 And I brought two of my niggaz with me
 and we about to shut the industry down
 Aiyyo Wheezy let's get it poppin!
 [Lil Wayne]
 Hit me!
 Front that shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide
 I've come to take outside, nah do it right here
 Hop out later owning on everybody's home that you fuckin with
 Wheezy F baby, please say the baby
 Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady
 Triple gold these four tires on the whip
 Young Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whip
 Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil
 The pot or kettle, uh
 The metal let 'em burn like Earth shiver births, uh
 If there's any beef I come running like Mertz, uh
 Word up, eagle street I'm throwing my curve up
 We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbert
 I got flow I'm like "Sure" but, if it's about dough I'm like "Sure 'nuff"
 I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you niggaz bird lunch
 I see your lips moving but I ain't heard much
 You see the wirst moving, it look like pure punch
 I hear the playa hating but I don't endorse such
 I got the Escalade, guts like the tour bus
 I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup
 And in the tires little package is gone
 Might I spend a good deal with these Firestones
 I spit like Myer's bones, born in chromers
 For the buyers chromosomes I got summers
 I got vicadens, valiums I ain't stopping
 Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin
 And that's how we rocking
 How can you hear that bop unless I'm be-bopping
 Yeah skip when you hear that click
 Cash money nigga I'm that shit
 I leave the begging ungh!
 [Cassidy]
 That's what I'm talking about
 Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know why they ain't fuckin with you
 [Fabolous]
 Your goddamn right I'm feeling myself
 A chauffeur no sir, I'm wheeling myself
 Looking for a chick chilling for self
 So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killing herself
 I'm having problems dealing with wealth
 But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a million yourself
 You niggaz must've got a deal for your health
 Your cd is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf
 I spend big, at any time I can start splurging
 The twin cigs open chests like a heart surgeon
 And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook
 But I keep a stack thick as few college books
 I got a new polished look
 And twenty dime bitches, to show y'all niggaz how my two dollars look
 The boy's got at least six digits on
 So the guns gotta be at least midget long
 The money, is like ten bridges long
 I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on
 I got some good smoke just for puffers
 The two grand twenty's make the hustlers suffer
 Plus it's fluffer, than a cotton ball
 I've gotten calls wanting me to put the pot in malls
 But nowadays you can't put it past 'em
 I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm bout to throw some bullets past 'emCarrie Underwood - 6 Minutes - http://motolyrics.com/carrie-underwood/6-minutes-lyrics.html
 And the niggaz in the hood keep quoting my lines
 I don't jump ship I keep floating in mine
 Long as I keep toting I'm fine
 I'mma have these dick sucking niggaz deep-throating the nine
 I jumped in the English ship, Benzed whip
 It's Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip
 I'm reading scripts no, not the penmanship (no)
 The box-office shit (yeah), I box off this bitch (yeah)
 Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst
 And still make a mil' off the first of months
 These dudes be the first to front
 'Til they family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front
 I'm in the top position, I can make you a proposition
 I'm in the hard top waiting on the drop edition
 To hell with the patience
 I'mma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations
 [Cassidy]
 Yeah it is what it is, my niggaz just killed y'all and I'mma close the casket
 I'm tryin not to let this industry get the best of me y'all
 I work hard in the game, the game's stressing me y'all
 All they do is complain what they expect from me y'all
 From the hood to Hollywood they respecting me y'all
 And even overseas they accepting me y'all
 All the ladies show me love, the thugs repping me y'all
 I get a lot of dirty money so respect me or fall
 But I'm saving all my checks, I'm investing 'em all
 They say, what goes up is gon' definitely fall
 Even the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all
 Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe y'all
 You can't name another cat that can mess with me y'all
 At the shows all the hoes be molesting me y'all
 I got broads crying trying to get next to me y'all
 I got broads craving begging to have sex with me y'all
 Screaming, "Cash you don't know how sexy you are!"
 And I'm happy I'm alive, God's blessing me y'all
 And all the problems that arrive is God testing me y'all
 So I pray everyday but I ain't praying too much
 Cause I be sinning everyday so I ain't praying enough
 And we all could be beat, and I ain't saying I'm tough
 But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up"
 If it's beef when we meet then I'm spaying shit up
 Prraat prraat.I ain't saying too much and that's that
 Cause that cat you embracing with love
 Might clap that gat cause he got hate in his blood
 Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close
 Cause the folks you call friends can envy the most
 Some cats'll hang themselves if you give 'em a rope
 Burn the bridge and don't give a boat, let 'em sink
 Sometimes you gotta give 'em some some time to let 'em think
 But sometimes you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink
 You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink
 I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink
 As soon as your eyes shut, them niggaz will ride up
 And the guys that you trusted be getting you tied up
 And we all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave
 That's why even if it's petty I'll be ready to squeeze
 But put a cheddar in cheese, guac-a-moola
 I pop the ruger, send that hot shit through ya!
 Like booya! That's the sound when the pound busting
 Ooh, ah, you'll be laying on the ground suffering
 Clowning's nothing to pull out and blast you
 I try to only resort to violence if I have to
 But man niggaz out here are playing fair
 So before the odds are even I'm leaving them laying there
 And I ain't even playing believe what I'm saying here
 Cause before this shit gets further your click gets murdered
 And found in a hole in the grass
 For trying to play that thug role I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass
 And this Cass, nigga I'm that sick
 Full Surface nigga I'm that shit, bitch!








