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cassidy - can't fade me lyrics

[intro: nas]
yea, hehe. don quan
original god’s son, nas
that n-gga c-ss rules, whattup baby

[chorus: quan]
y’all n-ggas is crazy (to think)
y’all n-ggas can’t fade me (trick these)
from the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block
anyway i got to get it, i’m givin’ it all i got
y’all haters can’t hold me (no way)
and y’all don’t want what’s on me (pointed your way)
so when i get, i’m gon’ get it, in my life how i live it
and whips i be whippin’, smokin’ on that exquisite

[verse 1: nas]
in the crib, two bricks of c0ke, liquor and dope
pretty hawaiian b-tches who eat choch and deep throat
same n-ggas that get down, remember them
california style, yeah i went back again
but much wiser, ’cause these guys are
leave you up sh-ts creek and won’t lose sleep
so while we pack the heat, i got the heckler and koch
my man got the dot, five-oh block
it’s like the movie shottas n-ggas watch, but the american version
east coast, west coast, when we connect it’s curtains
’cause we ain’t scared to buck, step on the timbs and chucks
is gonna happen, gun clappin’, remember that?
now we on the southern part of the map
houston, party of the year, everybody there
texas, no guest list, only real players allowed
me and my dudes make out rounds, y’all must be crazy

[verse 2: quan]
uh, va game spittin’, platinum grill grinnin’
chrome rims spinnin’, with wood grain glistenin’
any amount we sippin’, p-ssion for thugs livin’
free, fresh and out of prison
flexin’ that new edition
good grain gettin’, sh-ttin’ lovin the feelin’
bobby womack singin’, marisa rings gleamin’
hat c-cked deucey, puffin’ the quarter loosely
poppin the bottle and tippin’ fifth of that to goosey
shinin’ for swill and halle, smokin for lil’ shawney
still reppin’ bad newz, and all my soldiers fallen
enjoy some better days, dispute burdens i carry
see cousin hookin’ money, for god momentary
floss every chance i get, spread love freely
still spittin’ gangsta sh-t, ’cause the streets need me
still got that mac-milli, for n-ggas actin’ silly
still pimpin’ gangsta pretty, reppin’ in every city

[verse 3: c-ssidy]
yeah, i pray every day for a better life
i think it’s gon’ get better but it’s like i’m never right
make it better christ, i’m on both of my knees
there’s no hope, that why i’m smokin’ the trees
d-mn, all for the cheese, i lost both of my mans
that’s why there’s toasters in both of my hands
d-mn, and i’ll sell c0ke and purp’ ‘fore i go to work
i go to the range more than i go to church
my whole mentality twisted, but this reality isn’t it
i ain’t tryin’ to be fatality listed
and yo brethren, gettin’ dough is like goin’ to heaven
and goin’ to jail, like goin’ to h-ll
but before i go in the grave, i’ll go in the cell
just send my son photo in the mail
oh well, but i got god on my side so i’m beatin’ the case
this life crazy but i’m keepin’ the faith

- cassidy lyrics

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