New Jack City Lyrics - Cassidy

[Poster Boy] 

Poster Boy, Fosterville, Kay Slay the Drama King 

Fuck with the kid, gotta throw ya moms over the bridge 

RP put the hawk to ya over ya ribs 

Keep thinkin' that the god is chillin' 

I'm the reason custies is comin' to the Carter Buildin 

And it aint no tellin what I do 

They may find ya body on 16th smellin like a (*jew*) 

I'm the number one stunna when it comes to the east 

In the Jag with the .40 cal under the seat 

Nigga this is my block, Name a nigga who run me out 

Friday come, you and you have your money out 

Son, my gun'll bring a playboy bunny out 

Somebody gotta die, I'm a try ya hunny out 

Send her to ER with half her tummy out 

No C-section, no infants comin out 

She cant have babies again 

Me and Kay gettin money so its feelin like the eighties again 

Holla! 

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[Shells] 

Ayo, You boys is silly, i'm next since Pac and Biggie 

And I'm Bout Major Figgas like Dutch and Gillie 

Catch Shells all-star weekend down in Philly 

On my hip, pack heat like a bowl of chilly 

Look - I Clap milli's, act willy, you a chump 

Only kid in the hood with elevators in his truck 

See, I flash bucks, rock all black doors 

And my watch ice'd out like Jacobs store 

When you boys gon learn I got this game lock 

What you got for your deal, I spent on X-Box 

Keep frontin like you hungry, I'm a feed you a biscuit 

I got rock and roll bullets, leave limps like bizkit 

So hey, its ya life involved - act like it is 

My chain light gray like trash can lids 

If one of yall take my chain - none of yall live 

You like, "I aint do it Shells", One of yall did! 

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[Grafh] 

'Cause A lot of yall are fakin', one minute is asolama laken 

2 minutes later is where's my salamy bacon 

Niggaz swear the product the makin' requires rockin a aprin 

They liars cause its Betty Crocker they bakin 

Not that I'm sayin that I Cook, Cause I dont 

I keep it as raw as you seen it before it was put on the boat 

The hookers'll open they jaw for free 

Fuck being a gentleman, ya girlfriend open the door for me 

When a pimp walk the beat, you shut up one day 

The day the dick had ya mother next up one way 

I come up one way drunk pushin a porshe 

Make beef and i'm cookin the sauce - Gravy! 

I be lookin like a boss 

I pop at ya hood on ya snorkle til I have the fur lookin like a scarf 

Lookin like I robbed 'em 

Tell cops is easy to find like chinks in a nail shop 

Holla, cheah! 

[Cassidy] 

Ayo, get back get back for I click clack click clack 

Where that shit at? Get that 'for I bust shots! 

Get crunk if you want to, drunk if you want to 

Front if you want to, And get slumped with the gun too 

Gimme mine cause any time I could run through 

And put ya brains on the mini blinds in sun roof 

Try run dog, you can try hide man 

But when I bust the gun dog, you gon die man 

I drinkin rum dog and I'm gettin high man 

Say good bye man or a prayer - "Aman" 

Look It aint hard to get at you dudes 

I screw waitresses that'll slip shit in ya food 

I got yay for sale and I got crazy shells 

I got it locked from Illadelph to ATL 

The wait is over, I'm a take it over 

I'm a bubble like vinegar and baking soda 

Easy! 

[Jae Hood] 

Ayo, I'm a D-Block nigga - I don't respect wack rhymes 

If you had a gat in a clock, you couldn't kill time 

Yall cowards don't want beef, why even start? 

Yall like dicks in the pool - none of yall hard 

Come thru in the spit white 330 with a mean birdie 

Holdin my hammer cause she know its dirty 

You got questions, holla at me - I tell you whats what 

Lay you on ya back and yall chumps'll really see whats up 

On the real, yall niggaz better chill 

Think ya crew spittin flames - I'll put ya hot dogs on the grill 

It gotta be a conspiracy if niggaz aint feelin me 

Like a nigga with no eyes - yall not seein me 

Call me a director - I give clips to ya broad 

Bullets is like gum - How they stick in ya jaw 

Go 'head, call the narcs - I put a hole thru ya heart 

And leave you on the train tracks in a shopping cart 

This aint just beats and bars, Its things i'll do to you 

In Compton fuck, I'm tryin to get through to you 

The gauge'll open ya chest like vics 

How you went from being soft to hard - niggaz is dicks 

I don't wanna hear nothin bout ya coke and ya toast 

Liars get shot in they tongue - I'll put the mack to ya throat motherfucker!