Issue No 194 Cassidy Vs Freeway Lyrics
Cassidy vs. Freeway by Issue No. 194
(Intro)
[...]
(Cassidy)
I show you how this can taste
Trash bag, sticky teeth, man, pick a plate
I'm gettin' cake on the corner usually
And I'll put you to sleep like a borin' movie
I'm tired of niggas screamin' they drove a Dot 6 Range
Well, I need 6 o's, dot pocket change
I'mma stay in the shop, choppin' the king
Till it look like niggas play hockey on my chain
I run in yo spot with a stockin' on my face
Pop then pop by mistake, I'm sloppy with the .8
Listen man, I'll have you tied to the bed
You play dum-dum, till sum' inside of yo head
Off the side of the bridge off some Nino shit
I hold dice and pull medal on some casino shit
Niggas gamble with they life on some hero shit
And get a fuckin' scared face on some Pacino shit
Now I might not know it all, but be known this
When it's war, y'all crumble like the Read-O chips
I'll pass yo strip errday, I don't see no bricks, mane
I'm a pit, you a pussy, so we don't mix
Go 'head, spit bout yo jewels
I luv that they froze up
You gon' do the same thing when Cass' put them foes up
Take em all off and race off like I drove up
This year, Raw 16s, nigga, no cut
(Freeway)
Yo, you ain't fuckin' with Free for 2 reasons
My 2 kids, 2 mouths to feed
A broke kid's paws, shoot niggas out they trees
Brody niggas, y'all get pushed right off yo block
Freeway, when you see me, call the cops
Like I'm Pac, you ain't ready to die, then don't ride
All my niggas loadin' it down and don't cry
No weapon, broad-eye you ? and won't die
Hood niggas, Brother Samir and Lil Ant
Middle by the summit, man, you dead where you stand
You thought you was fuckin' with Free, why, you can't!
CNN, apostrophe ten, Tiger Woods, nigga, pop off yo tittie
Then I hop in the ding, Ying
T L TA 88, move yay from state to state
Stuff mixed fast, scrape the plate
No fist fight, T-Rex, scrape yo face
Like I got ten men and foreva to go
On with my man, it' fo'eva with O
Molecule in my hand, feel like I got fo'eva to blow
It's just some shit that I'm happy to know
Take down 4 cells, still get a stack for an o
Five for a half a bitch when you're brickin' a tuck (?)
I'm not dumb, no kids and no stunt
But believe me, I'mma gun, no hits and you fucked
In yo house Sunday like in that ?
Freeway, won't fuck her in a midnight tell(?)
Cuz believe me, you get chilly when you in that cell
I'm from P H I LL Y, hand jay read niggas, dot LL not
And it fast me to just let dotty ride
No young niggas that'll body cops
Stop! To think about what you facin' here
I'll end yo career and go buy you a pack of woods
And throw me the L(?) Freeway, I'm the hood
I weapon it well, last year this time free was under the jo
This year this time free run with the rock
AK snobs and Glocks, put the gat to yo mind, titties plug yo pops
Betta stack on a roll when we break yo pot
Betta crawl on a roll when we take yo drop
Got some coke all around me when we break yo strip
Matta' fact, take yo strip, make it flip
When you go round realize that the flow don't stop
Need money like Castro, dough don't stop
Nigga, you get what you ask for, bullet or bars
Hit a nigga from the hood and the nigga'll starve
Freeway still get at his nut
Pawn let young niggas from the hood parlay in my car
Take em with me when I'm cashin' em checks
So they can see clean money, came from spittin' the raw
That awful bundle, gotta stash the rest
(Cass')
Yo, when I get hard with rhymes, I shine like lipgloss
[complete the verses if you like classic rap]
[...]
(Cassidy)
I show you how this can taste
Trash bag, sticky teeth, man, pick a plate
I'm gettin' cake on the corner usually
And I'll put you to sleep like a borin' movie
I'm tired of niggas screamin' they drove a Dot 6 Range
Well, I need 6 o's, dot pocket change
I'mma stay in the shop, choppin' the king
Till it look like niggas play hockey on my chain
I run in yo spot with a stockin' on my face
Pop then pop by mistake, I'm sloppy with the .8
Listen man, I'll have you tied to the bed
You play dum-dum, till sum' inside of yo head
Off the side of the bridge off some Nino shit
I hold dice and pull medal on some casino shit
Niggas gamble with they life on some hero shit
And get a fuckin' scared face on some Pacino shit
Now I might not know it all, but be known this
When it's war, y'all crumble like the Read-O chips
I'll pass yo strip errday, I don't see no bricks, mane
I'm a pit, you a pussy, so we don't mix
Go 'head, spit bout yo jewels
I luv that they froze up
You gon' do the same thing when Cass' put them foes up
Take em all off and race off like I drove up
This year, Raw 16s, nigga, no cut
(Freeway)
Yo, you ain't fuckin' with Free for 2 reasons
My 2 kids, 2 mouths to feed
A broke kid's paws, shoot niggas out they trees
Brody niggas, y'all get pushed right off yo block
Freeway, when you see me, call the cops
Like I'm Pac, you ain't ready to die, then don't ride
All my niggas loadin' it down and don't cry
No weapon, broad-eye you ? and won't die
Hood niggas, Brother Samir and Lil Ant
Middle by the summit, man, you dead where you stand
You thought you was fuckin' with Free, why, you can't!
CNN, apostrophe ten, Tiger Woods, nigga, pop off yo tittie
Then I hop in the ding, Ying
T L TA 88, move yay from state to state
Stuff mixed fast, scrape the plate
No fist fight, T-Rex, scrape yo face
Like I got ten men and foreva to go
On with my man, it' fo'eva with O
Molecule in my hand, feel like I got fo'eva to blow
It's just some shit that I'm happy to know
Take down 4 cells, still get a stack for an o
Five for a half a bitch when you're brickin' a tuck (?)
I'm not dumb, no kids and no stunt
But believe me, I'mma gun, no hits and you fucked
In yo house Sunday like in that ?
Freeway, won't fuck her in a midnight tell(?)
Cuz believe me, you get chilly when you in that cell
I'm from P H I LL Y, hand jay read niggas, dot LL not
And it fast me to just let dotty ride
No young niggas that'll body cops
Stop! To think about what you facin' here
I'll end yo career and go buy you a pack of woods
And throw me the L(?) Freeway, I'm the hood
I weapon it well, last year this time free was under the jo
This year this time free run with the rock
AK snobs and Glocks, put the gat to yo mind, titties plug yo pops
Betta stack on a roll when we break yo pot
Betta crawl on a roll when we take yo drop
Got some coke all around me when we break yo strip
Matta' fact, take yo strip, make it flip
When you go round realize that the flow don't stop
Need money like Castro, dough don't stop
Nigga, you get what you ask for, bullet or bars
Hit a nigga from the hood and the nigga'll starve
Freeway still get at his nut
Pawn let young niggas from the hood parlay in my car
Take em with me when I'm cashin' em checks
So they can see clean money, came from spittin' the raw
That awful bundle, gotta stash the rest
(Cass')
Yo, when I get hard with rhymes, I shine like lipgloss
[complete the verses if you like classic rap]