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He block pop, so da strip fall.
Rocks got a fist full. Full of hot shit, dat hot shit I got a clip fo'
When I start sparkin', it be barkin' like pitbulls.
Matta fact rotweilers when I let dem shots holla.
Chicks on my cock, I'm still on the block holla.
S'Cops on da block, they still gon' cop holla.
I g-got sense, and dats why I got dollas.
I was told the rules, I'm old school, like my pop fatha.
I was showed da moves, schooled by the olda dudes.
How to show improve, so I move like a soldier move.
Real militant, I'm I'll still killin' it.
I got real Guys dats paralyzed and still feelin' it.
Yeah I'm still on feet and my toes.
Gettin' higher den da Presidental suite at da rose
Gettin' higher den a nose bleed, see to meh shows.
Fuck a mayback, I pull da back seats to da rolls.
Fuck a GT, I pull up in a CLS.
The guts soft like mh female breats.
Is it a D-12? Yes.
I cop da un-copable nigga, you can't stop the un-stopable nigga, I pop a shot thru you niggaz.
And I was like a pop to you niggaz. I gave you a flow. Adopted you niggaz. I did a lot fo' you niggaz.
And this da fuckin' thanks I get?
You my son, you should thank my dick.
You take my shit, flip it around, and now you think you sick?
I guess you think you Cas, but I think you trash.
And I spank dat ass. You ain't fuckin' with me.
You wouldn't even rap like dat if it wasn't fer me.
Wow! I been had my weight up.
How you gon' battle me with a style dat I made up?
Wow! When I'm home, it's envy.
I feelin' like the? Bob?, when he was on da fone with Jimmy.
Wow! What the fuck is goin' on out hea'?
What the fuck is niggaz doin' out hea'?
Niggaz drawn out hea'. Ya block hot? I put a drawin' out thea'.
My block hot, your shit warm out thea'.
So we goin' out thea'. Set up shop and get it on out thea'.
I'm on point like a thorn out hea'. Come to Philly, I'm a don out hea'.
Yeah youh know I'm a boss dawg. Nah, this ain't IZOD, it's LaCross dawg.
I floss dawg and I stay with my jewels on.
You prolly wouldn't see dis much ice in a hail storm.
It's nuttin to flash, but fuckin' with Cas will get you buck or buck –n- a half.
Cause' it's only a hand full of rappers dass touchin' da cash.
And most of dem are getting' fucked in they ass.
There's snakes up in the grass, but Cass gon' blast when da heat is on.
I walk with the shells, and I ain't got no Adidas on.
And I squeezed da John, even if da law watchin'.
I'm too hard. Da rap version of Bernard Hopkins. Nigga.