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arsonal - 0-100 (cassidy diss) lyrics

[verse: arsonal]
c-ss… or should i call you barry, n-gga?
your interviews get dumb and dumber; lloyd and harry n-gga
talking all this sh-t like you really trying to battle, n-gga
you’ll be face to face with death staring down a barrel, n-gga
barry adrian reese
ar-ab already said you don’t ratchet play in the streets
philly don’t even love you so now you hating on me
you used to run the city and now you aggrivated with me
let him be hov, you can be bleek
you will still see some money though everyday of the week
when the last you heard your record play in the street?
your career died cause swizz stop sending you beats
disrespect my culture, i don’t play the sh-t
if you don’t mean it sincerely
don’t fix your mouth to say the sh-t
i got my own league, that’s a paper flich
you give your songs
just to see them f-ggot n-ggas play your sh-t
c-ss, you ain’t been hot since hotel with kelly
who’s the best in philly: dealy, meek, or omelly?
but where’s c-ss? i guess he still in the telly
rico and down down that n-gga still on his nelly
you the only n-gga feeling that you spit hard
every single track with your 2006 bars
you industry n-ggas is so criss-cross
hatin’ on the battlers and we ain’t even dissed ya’ll
but you bout to be p-ssed off
we don’t want you back
you cannot crossover; you ain’t chris paul
get your stupid -ss smoked like a menthol
i’ll knock your little -ss out for getting involved
philly n-gga trying to get back in the ring, n-gga
got as-ssinated talking like the king, n-gga
go ask reed dollaz just what i mean
or ask e-ness if you ain’t seen, n-gga
c-ssidy, why you gotta play with me?
you couldn’t hang on a plantation during slavery
you washed up for real, not who you claim to be
you be the murder case but the pistol wasn’t aimed at me
just know i don’t play with ’em
bullets got no name, i got no aim, i let a stray hit him
already the villian i’m chillin’, i let him play victim
if a n-gga cross me i creep up and let a k hit ’em
i’m a smooth criminal like mike jack
like a creep go to sleep you take a nice nap
you went to deep i’m like god so how you like that
end up on a pool table naked trying to fight back
that don’t mean nothing, your whole team bluffing
it’s like i’m blind to the hatred, i don’t see nothing
you could lose your life for the price of shaving a clean onion
my n-ggas’ll strike for a price your life, it won’t mean nothing
i be on some trying to keep my cool sh-t
i hate putting my hands on a n-gga i was cool with
tool hit, ruge spit, every n-gga with loose lips
it don’t mean nothing if you really scared to do sh-t
my gun got diarrhea when it come to dumpin’
the metal to his legs, he try running, i’ma forrest gump him
chop the n-gga down; i’ma norris chuck him
say f-ck c-ss in english while i’m drivin’ in a foreign somethin’
designer everything, you know nothing ’bout the sh-t
1200 for the shoes and can’t even pr-nounce the sh-t
do him dirty with the .30 cause i’m ’bout the sh-t
i do you b-tches like michael, i’m talking bout the falcons’ vick

(slowed down)

but my shooters got shooters, n-gga get it straight
you running mean nothing
unless you was trying to get in shape
extendo on the 9, its .30 but i’ma give him eight
other 22 running back; now that’s a emmet play
hold on, d-mn, my money so long
whip out on your b-tch, i tell her naked with no clothes on
hit the crack table cause i gotta get my roll on
gucci, louis, fendi – so what fabric should i throw on?
flyest n-gga in the streets you know that i been a beast
right after a molly drink a 5 hour energy
bet you remember me for another century
a b-tch equals a nut but your b-tch get it out instantly
i’m gone, my sister swag is outta here
goon to the max and i don’t think i ever had a fear
mind on pluto way out of the stratosphere
b-tches burning n-ggas in jersey; no cleveland cavaliers
knick nack paddy wack, don’t that n-gga battle rap?
that’s that n-gga arsonal, ain’t jersey his habitat
that n-gga be k!llin’ it, his bars be action packed
i’ma get this money riding out till the saddle crack
c-ss, watch your mouth before you make a vet
wanna see blood instead of doing this to chase a check
i do this in my sleep, don’t even break a sweat
feeling like why that car crash didn’t break your neck
you be trying to wild gangnam style trying to chase a check
i really live condom style; magnum for the safest s-x
and when i bust, i don’t leave evidence
c-ssidy, your name been irrelevant, i’m arsonal!

(outro)
talking that real fu-fu sh-t you been
on some real bullsh-t lately c-ssidy
acting like you ain’t came from this sh-t, man
talking like these battle rappers can’t swap with the best
well, jump your -ss in the ring then!
the money there n-gga, the names is there n-gga
come on, i triple dog dare you
that’s how they used to say it back in the day right
i triple dog dare you n-gga (hahahahaha!)
arsonal, jersey

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