Get 'em Lyrics - I'm A Hustla - Cassidy

[Cassidy] 

This the boy Cassidy man 

And I'm feeling like a red nose that we just let out the cage man 

I'm ready to bite one of you niggaz at any given moment 

GET 'EM! 

[Verse 1] 

My shit is the truth I get in the booth 

And start spitting like I'm missing a tooth 

You listening duke, I'm gripping the coupe, lifting the roof 

Sip the orange juice mixed with the goose 

Or shots of the yak I got gats that could lift up a moose 

Stay with a biscuit to shoot like I'm Bishop in Juice 

I get more bitches than Luke when I run the block 

Fiends scream "I Wanna Rock, I Wanna Rock Ock" 

I'm right in the curb white and the herb 

And I got a nice price on the birds you might could get served 

You come with the doe I come with the blow 

But if you don't come with the change I'm a come with them thangs 

Run up on you with the gun in the dickie 

The collar coat hold a hundred and fifty 

You wanna get busy come get me I'll bury you cats 

Cus I wife the knife and I marry my gat 

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[Hook-Swizz Beats] 

Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em 

Get 'em Cass 

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Get 'em Cass 

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Get 'em Cass 

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Get 'em Cass 

[Verse 2] 

A yo my flow sick I need an antihistamine 

Both of my wrists gleam and my fist just as mean 

It's blue but it's see-through like Listerine 

I get the cream on the strip f**king with the fiends 

So go and get your team 

And I'll get 'em all smoked like a stick a nicotine or a nick of green 

And I don't talk to these hoes like I'm Mr. Bean 

I just let 'em mop me off get a Mr. Clean 

And I might pop her off if the chick is mean 

I got some stories I can tell I'll sell a chick a dream 

I'll let her sip a little liquor let her hit the green 

Then I'm a unbutton her blouse and unzip her jeans 

And merk that ass, hurt that ass 

Cass show you how to work that ass 

Photos 

And I ain't with my boy Kells in the hotel no more 

I'm on the strip making sells fish scale galore 

Whore 

[Hook-Swizz Beats] 

Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em 

Get 'em Cass 

Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em 

Get 'em Cass 

Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em 

Get 'em Cass 

Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em 

Get 'em Cass 

[Verse 3] 

I'm still acting a fool packing a tool 

Went back to the dude before I was with the black and the jewels 

I don't feel right if I ain't strapped with the tool 

But give me a gat and I'm cool like the mac or the ooze 

And I'll clap at you dudes I ain't scrapping you dudes 

I'm kind of light and I ain't fighting I got ratchets to use 

I'll have cats like "Damn yo what happened to dude?" 

Listen homey if I'm hungry you'll get jacked for your food 

I'm back on the move, back on the grind 

I'm a natural born hustler I just happened to rhyme 

Who would of ever thought I'll be the cat to get signed 

But life hard to predict the shit happen sometimes 

Cats jacking my lines, taking my style 

But there ain't no perpetrators aloud 

If you die then you can't testify when I take it to trial 

You can hate it I just take it and smile 

Motherf**ker 

[Hook-Swizz Beats] 

Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em 

Get 'em Cass 

Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em 

Get 'em Cass 

Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em 

Get 'em Cass 

Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em 

Sick 'em 

Get 'em Cass 

Get 'em Cass 

Get 'em Cass 

Sick 'em