6 Minutes (feat. Fabolous & Lil Wayne)

Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler

And I brought two of my **** with me

And we about to shut the industry down

Ay yo, Wheezy, let's get it poppin'

Hit me!

Front that shit this the south side

Got a fat dick in your mouth wide

I've come to take you outside

Nah do it right here

Hop out later ownin' 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 flying in the whip

Yeah, higher than an angel

Or hotter than the devil

The pot or kettle, uh

The metal let 'em burn like Usher, but worse, uh

If there's any beef I come Ron like Mercer

Word up, Eagle Street, I'm throwing my curve up

We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbet

I got flow I'm like, Sure, but

If it's about the dough I'm like, Sure 'nough

I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr., you **** bird lunch

I see your lips moving, but I ain't heard much

You see the wrist moving, it look like pure punch

I hear the playa hatin', 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 Maya's poems, palming chromers

For the buyer's chromosomes I got summers

I got vicodens, valiums, I ain't stoppin'

Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin

And that's how we rockin'

How can you hear that bop unless I'm be-boppin'?

Yeah, skip when you hear that click

Cash money, ****, I'm that shit

Wheezy Baby, uh

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout

Now Fab, spit at these ****

And let 'em know why they ain't fuckin' with you

Your goddamn right I'm feelin' myself

A chauffeur, no sir

I'm wheelin' myself

Lookin' for a chick chillin' for self

So, I can show her the suicides and talk her into killin' herself

I'm havin' problems dealin' with wealth

But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a million yourself

You **** 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 sigs 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 **** 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 'em

And the **** in the 'hood keep quotin' my lines

I don't jump shit, I keep floatin' in mine

'Long as I keep toting I'm fine

Imma have these dick sucking **** deep throatin' 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

Till they family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front

I'm in the top position, I can make you a preposition

I'm in the hard top waitin' on the drop edition

To hell with the patience

I'ma send a **** down under like Australia vacations

Yeah, that's what it is, my **** just killed y'all

And I'ma close the casket

I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me, y'all

I work hard for the fame, the game's stressin' me, y'all

All they do is complain what they expect from me, y'all?

From the hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me, y'all

And even overseas they accepin' me, y'all

All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me, y'all

I get a lot of dirty money, so respect me or fall

But I'm savin' all my checks, I'm investin' them all

They say, What goes up is gon' definitely fall

Even the stars work success, it's my destiny, ya'll

Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe, ya'll

You can't name another cat that can mess with me, y'all

At the shows all the hoes be molestin' me, y'all

I've got broads cryin' n tryin' to get next to me, y'all

I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex with me, y'all

Screamin', Cash, you don't know how sexy you are

And I'm happy I'm alive, God's blessin' me y'all

And all the problems that arrive is God's testin' me, y'all

So I pray everyday, but I ain't prayin' too much

'Cause I be sinnin' everyday, so I ain't prayin' enough

And we all could be beat, and I ain't sayin' I'm tough

But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't sayin', Whats up?

If it's beef when we meet then I'm springin' shit up

I ain't sayin' too much and that's that

'Cause that cat you embracin' with love

Might clap that gat cuz he got hate in his blood

Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close

'Cause the folks you call friends tend to 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 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 **** will ride up

And the guys that you trusted be gettin' 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 bustlin'

Ooh, ahh, you be layin' on the groun sufferin'

Clownin's nothin' to pull out and blast you

I try to only resort to violence if I have to

But man, **** out here are playin' fair

So before the odds are even I'm leavin' them layin' there

And I ain't even playin' believe what I'm sayin' here

'Cause before this shit gets further, your click gets murdered

And found in a hole in the grass

For tryin' to play that thug roll

I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass

And this is Cass, ****, I'm that sick

Full Surface ****, I'm that shit, bitch