Cashis Şarkı Sözleri
['lac Motion] Şarkı Sözleri
[Ca$his]
Screech out, yeah
That's what I'm talkin 'bout [bzzt]
Ca$his, Shady [bzzt]
Good lookin Em
We in the Cadillac Cartel and Snoop DeVilles
Ridin on Treys like Barksdale, I'm movin steel
Step out and see the new Car-mellos you would steal
But you ain't runnin around here cause dude is real
You dub for fifteen minutes sayin they shoot and steal
I would tell you more, but I think, you would squeal
I'm ridin at the wheel, lean back, poppin pills
I make a lil' side money plus I got a deal
I'm nine kids deep see why I got a deal
It's served so the government can't touch my scrill
Before I'm sittin in my big house on the hill, Dark Naughty, and H.B.
All gon' have a meal, I am the Bogish Boy that was in my uncle's will
You figure that out and see that I'm a "G" for real
If feel a man there's one thing that he gon' feel
Knock a nigga out while his gun on him still
[Ca$his]
Screech out, yeah
That's what I'm talkin 'bout [bzzt]
Ca$his, Shady [bzzt]
Good lookin Em
We in the Cadillac Cartel and Snoop DeVilles
Ridin on Treys like Barksdale, I'm movin steel
Step out and see the new Car-mellos you would steal
But you ain't runnin around here cause dude is real
You dub for fifteen minutes sayin they shoot and steal
I would tell you more, but I think, you would squeal
I'm ridin at the wheel, lean back, poppin pills
I make a lil' side money plus I got a deal
I'm nine kids deep see why I got a deal
It's served so the government can't touch my scrill
Before I'm sittin in my big house on the hill, Dark Naughty, and H.B.
All gon' have a meal, I am the Bogish Boy that was in my uncle's will
You figure that out and see that I'm a "G" for real
If feel a man there's one thing that he gon' feel
Knock a nigga out while his gun on him still
[Ms. Jenkins] Şarkı Sözleri
A lot of tears shed over what you been through,
A mothers pain pays, for what her kid do,
As Bryan life fades, in the rear view,
You a slave to hurt, but gotta see it through,
We was both banging, Bryan and I,
Different neighborhoods so we chose different sides,
Confrontation in the street, so we had to ride,
I wanted to fight, his pride felt I had to die,
He screamed 187, I say I never hide,
You know where Im at boy I aint hard to find,
A couple weeks went by, we passin time,
He seen me in the alley with his niggas, I
Was just dealin off carry, then I seen the nine,
Then I heard a shot, he just kept firen,
I started runnin, duckin, now Im hidin,
The whole time conscience of my own homicide in,
I got away click click in the nick of time,
His clip drop down, he start signifyin,
You a bitch Cash run with ya bitch ass,
Heard sirens, then I heard him hit the gas,
Right then, I knew your son wouldn't last,
I said to myself folk, I gotta kill his ass,
Roll through my apartment hit the building fast,
Gun outta my closet, hit the stick and dash
Put the strap in my pocket my mission I saw em,
Down the block sittin back sippin yack,
I walked up like, whats the business fam,
He started death in the eyes, then he shook his head,
The broad he was with shook as fuck,
Put the barrel to his head, buck buck buck,
He fell to the ground, grass covered in blood,
Ill probably go to hell for what I did to your son,
I walked off slowly, bugged, I aint run,
Its been five years, and though its never over,
He left me no choice, I offer you closure,
He left me no choice, I offer you closure.
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms Jenkins, I murdered your son,
Dear mama, if you getting this letter, Im dead,
Im sorry if you getting this letter,
Wait, Im sorry I didn't live a little better
My own selfish will wouldn't send you this letter,
See, I had my hat cocked on the wrong spot,
I threw the right sign up on the wrong block,
Blow blow blow Ramone shot,
Fuck cashis momma, ramone shot,
It started as a fight, on a distant night,
But evolved to homicide, pistols tight
We still, grieve over your brother,
Now you grieve over your son what the fuck
He squad me up, this my hood,
Some nigga named cashis from Chris's hood,
Hes supposed to came back with iron I aint scared,
Yes I am momma, I don't wanna be dead,
But I cant run, too late to try and change it,
Born as your son but dyin as a banger
When my name gets discussed for entertainment,
Never share this letter with a stranger, please,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms Jenkins, I murdered your son,
Dear Bryan, its cashis I cant sleep,
I had to bang you before you bang me,
Just like I blame you, You can blame me,
We both gave up our lives for banging,
We didn't know each other, but shared the same hate,
Your death is my life, so we share the same fate,
This aint what banging was for, killin for nothin,
Your death gave me karma, for the death of my woman,
Im tryin at make amends cause within Im cruel,
But outside Im hard, my friends don't know,
Im sorry I killed you, I know it don't mean shit,
We both coulda stopped, if we only seen shit,
Happens for a reason we don't even know,
When we leave hear, do you know where you goin,
I send my apologies through a song,
Maybe we can reconcile when Im gone.
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms Jenkins, I murdered your son
A mothers pain pays, for what her kid do,
As Bryan life fades, in the rear view,
You a slave to hurt, but gotta see it through,
We was both banging, Bryan and I,
Different neighborhoods so we chose different sides,
Confrontation in the street, so we had to ride,
I wanted to fight, his pride felt I had to die,
He screamed 187, I say I never hide,
You know where Im at boy I aint hard to find,
A couple weeks went by, we passin time,
He seen me in the alley with his niggas, I
Was just dealin off carry, then I seen the nine,
Then I heard a shot, he just kept firen,
I started runnin, duckin, now Im hidin,
The whole time conscience of my own homicide in,
I got away click click in the nick of time,
His clip drop down, he start signifyin,
You a bitch Cash run with ya bitch ass,
Heard sirens, then I heard him hit the gas,
Right then, I knew your son wouldn't last,
I said to myself folk, I gotta kill his ass,
Roll through my apartment hit the building fast,
Gun outta my closet, hit the stick and dash
Put the strap in my pocket my mission I saw em,
Down the block sittin back sippin yack,
I walked up like, whats the business fam,
He started death in the eyes, then he shook his head,
The broad he was with shook as fuck,
Put the barrel to his head, buck buck buck,
He fell to the ground, grass covered in blood,
Ill probably go to hell for what I did to your son,
I walked off slowly, bugged, I aint run,
Its been five years, and though its never over,
He left me no choice, I offer you closure,
He left me no choice, I offer you closure.
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms Jenkins, I murdered your son,
Dear mama, if you getting this letter, Im dead,
Im sorry if you getting this letter,
Wait, Im sorry I didn't live a little better
My own selfish will wouldn't send you this letter,
See, I had my hat cocked on the wrong spot,
I threw the right sign up on the wrong block,
Blow blow blow Ramone shot,
Fuck cashis momma, ramone shot,
It started as a fight, on a distant night,
But evolved to homicide, pistols tight
We still, grieve over your brother,
Now you grieve over your son what the fuck
He squad me up, this my hood,
Some nigga named cashis from Chris's hood,
Hes supposed to came back with iron I aint scared,
Yes I am momma, I don't wanna be dead,
But I cant run, too late to try and change it,
Born as your son but dyin as a banger
When my name gets discussed for entertainment,
Never share this letter with a stranger, please,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms Jenkins, I murdered your son,
Dear Bryan, its cashis I cant sleep,
I had to bang you before you bang me,
Just like I blame you, You can blame me,
We both gave up our lives for banging,
We didn't know each other, but shared the same hate,
Your death is my life, so we share the same fate,
This aint what banging was for, killin for nothin,
Your death gave me karma, for the death of my woman,
Im tryin at make amends cause within Im cruel,
But outside Im hard, my friends don't know,
Im sorry I killed you, I know it don't mean shit,
We both coulda stopped, if we only seen shit,
Happens for a reason we don't even know,
When we leave hear, do you know where you goin,
I send my apologies through a song,
Maybe we can reconcile when Im gone.
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms Jenkins, I murdered your son
[We Ride For Shady] Şarkı Sözleri
[Obie Trice:]
We run this shit, fo-five on the hip
Been ridin' for Shady....
[Cashis:]
Cashis 'n' O, Shady Records
The dream team...
[Verse 1: Cashis]
Sittin' in the back of the, all gray Accura
Gun to the passenger, for acting tough
Scatter wheel in the passin, Harder than assasin
Plus I'm on the draw-down, quick as fuck,
Last move 'fore I give all street shit up
Put a nigga in the ground, face down, feet up
This nigga here tried to cuff me for my Re-Up
When I went to his crib he called police up
Now you on your way to being pimp paplega
For sending messages through bitches like, 'You gon' see us'
Shady! Cash, king of the dope-fiends, plus
Can move a square mile by blocks 'till I'm creamed up
Take the bullet out of Obie head, put it in my pistol and use it
As ammunition on the niggas that hit, fam
I got to war on the regular, man
Cause I'm part of the dream team, you a regular man
Force rap, I don't see no competitors, and
You see things like me, when my metal run hand
I'm a state case boy with a federal plan
And huntin' them beats, beatin' the shit out skinheads
I'm the spirit of a G, bringin' lyrics to the street
I'm Cashis, a real dope boy on the beat
Slumped in the seat, tucked, clutchin' the heat
Basically, you niggas can't fuck with me
[Chorus: Cashis]
We run this shit, fo'-five on the hip,
'Bout to ride for Shady
Y'all niggas ain't hard, y'all niggas ain't real
Y'all niggas ain't crazy
Bring it on if you want, you don't know the homicides
That I've done lately
We run this shit, fo'-five on the hip
'Bout to ride for Shady
[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Yeah, Trice is back on the Alchy track
With Cashis, capitalising on this mic, in fact
We fuckin' with the captain of rap, my nigga with the Nike cap
Keep the cottonoid in quite exact
So I'm luring you cats into the second class act
Where maturing's the number uno asset, as yet
Who's the pastor, driver, O. Trice
The flow to die for and death blow survive
I echo through your external vibe
With internal experiences I've acquired
I'm probably the most honest Hip-Hopper alive
A victim, depicting images from my own eyes
Never livin' through holmes, why
Homie got his own set of stand-up cahoonas, stand-up guy
It's Cashis, O. Tri', rappers we blow by
This is as accurate as the masses will have it, no lie
(nigga!)
[Gettin' My Dough] Şarkı Sözleri
Some Time's I Talk To The Lord Some Times I Talk To The Devil Some Times I Smoke That Purple And It Takes Me To Another Level Some Time's I Think About Pussy But Then I Forget About Pussy I Keep On Hustlin' Cause I Dont Wanna Be No Pussy So Then I Think About Ballin' Been A Boss Since Stright Shot Callin' I Was Tought By The Best Of The G's And They Said Dont Ask Thire Opponet I Think About My Baby Mama All The Fights And Excess Drama Imma Slap The Taste Out Her Face And Spit On Her Just Like A Lama I Think About Mac's And Glock's And All Them Trifllin' Things Why Cant I Think Like Malcome And Martin Luther King, I Think About Shiny Things Like Platnium Pinky Rings Livin' Like A Rock Star Sniffin' A-1 Yola Cream I Think About Lambourgini's Big Booties In Lil' Bikini's If I Rap Or Flip This Dope Than I Won't Need 3 Wishes From No Geni So I Rep That Fair Game Thats The Way I Make My Change Fed Up Till Da Day I Die Aint A God Damn Than Gon Change
[Chorus:]
Im Ridin' Slow Gettin' My Dough And I High Than A Motherfucker Breakin' These Hoes In My Brand New Cloths And Im Higher Than A Mothefucker [x2]
Im In The Magnium With The 22' Taller Than Ur Daughter Said Her Girlfriend Wanna Ride With A Balla' Creep Real Slow Through The Hood What's Next The Ac Blowin' Real Chili On My Neck These 15 Shots Aint Good Fo' Ur Health In The Rear View Jus Lookin' At My Self I Pop One Feelin' Wierd On Some Slow Mo Cashis Picked Me Up In The All Black Lowlow Bitch Ass Niggas All Wanna Be Me With A Dingy Dumb Broad That I Met In The Oc Im Gettin' Brain She Doin' Her Thang She Wanna Look At The Boy And Play With My Chain Mr. Matic High On Some Space Shit Bitch I Got A Wife I Dont Want No Relationship So I Am What Iam And I Are What I Are Get Yo Fake Gucci Purse And Get Outta My Car Biitch!!
[Chorus x2]
[Ca$his:]
Blaze The Trail I Can Sell Anythang For Major Mail I The G'ist Nigga On The Seen Far As I Can Tell Live From Hell Popin' Pal Shake The Game Mackval'i Daily Makein' These Bitches Do What I Can Nail Indistrie Woos From You Nigga I Rebell Then Hit The Studio With Semi's And A Box Of Shell's I Take A Lot Of Thangs Chump Nigga Not A Ale Im Winning Big And I Aint Even Had My Record Sell Locked Up 55 Thou Post The Bail Got Fresh And Hit The Court Room Like Yea Im A General Blood By Doing Coom Bogish Boy Alumni Cashis That Dude Nigga's Be Bragin' Like Stands I Wont Do Imma Ship 2 Mill And Sell Em' All Smooth You Know The Bitches Love Me Em Sendin' Money So What I Think About Ur Fillings Towards Me Nutthin'
[Cours x2]
[Everything Is Shady] Şarkı Sözleri
Pussies
(More tired gunfire- scary!)
Fall in and get quoted yall
Yeah
It's Cashis
Welcome to the Shady game
G's up
Obie went plat
He back with another classic
50 went Diamond
Smashed twice bastards
D-12 multi back to back
Eminem the hardest sellin artist in rap
Stat quo the mixtape messiah
In the phantom
About to run the A
When we drop stanlanta
Bobby Creek
You know his motherfuckin' name nigga
Bobby Creek
He ain't no motherfuckin' game nigga
I'm Cashis
Mixtape was a classic
Ep is a classic
LP is that shit
Dark park
Money and all
But much more
Told me go all out
Serve em all homeboy
I'm a west nigga
A midwest nigga
I'm the best nigga
Cause we the best niggas
From street team to GM
To BP
This ain't a crime family
This rap shit is a dream team
(Somebody who sounds like he's holding his nose)
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
Kill the cash hard
Bout to smash frauds
Puttin' fast broads
Through the windport
I can handle narcs
When the candle sparks
You hit the ground
And I snatch the bandana
We ridin' out
It's shady game nigga
Hope ya bulletproof
Fat fuck lame nigga
Know who I'm talkin' to
Glad ya man did
You bout to get it too
Rest with your fam man
This a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see
The 7 4 k
Sell the of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope man
A west coast gangsta
Chi-town gold
Interstate runner
Watch me drive a brick through
And we ain't backin' down
Way past rappin' now
Right before my album drop
My homeboys'll clap you down
(Somebody who sounds like he's holding his nose)
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
A born winner
Similar to familiar
County hound comin' to burn your whole city up
I catch ya up in the club
Empty the 5th on ya
You all know it's pussy
By Vivica
I'm the realest nigga
Ya wanna mob with me
If you a dealer nigga
You can get blocks from me
I hand rocks and jeans
The cream
Glocks and things
To mark seven
Throw 6
Got with the team
Now I'm on the scene
Reachin' out
Bein' a celebrity bring me more bitches
In a position to watch by more nitches
And place at the end of the plots
I hold niggas
Figures
Urban peaces, greases
Last week to the point a police was shot
And if niggas wanna know what I been bout lately
Nigga take it how ya want it
Rap with Shady
(Somebody who sounds like he's holding his nose)
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
Everything is Shady's
Up from the west coast
And the midwest
Cashis
Boast boy
Block boys
We pioneerin' this
In the race to be legends
Cash
Tie die
(More tired gunfire- scary!)
Fall in and get quoted yall
Yeah
It's Cashis
Welcome to the Shady game
G's up
Obie went plat
He back with another classic
50 went Diamond
Smashed twice bastards
D-12 multi back to back
Eminem the hardest sellin artist in rap
Stat quo the mixtape messiah
In the phantom
About to run the A
When we drop stanlanta
Bobby Creek
You know his motherfuckin' name nigga
Bobby Creek
He ain't no motherfuckin' game nigga
I'm Cashis
Mixtape was a classic
Ep is a classic
LP is that shit
Dark park
Money and all
But much more
Told me go all out
Serve em all homeboy
I'm a west nigga
A midwest nigga
I'm the best nigga
Cause we the best niggas
From street team to GM
To BP
This ain't a crime family
This rap shit is a dream team
(Somebody who sounds like he's holding his nose)
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
Kill the cash hard
Bout to smash frauds
Puttin' fast broads
Through the windport
I can handle narcs
When the candle sparks
You hit the ground
And I snatch the bandana
We ridin' out
It's shady game nigga
Hope ya bulletproof
Fat fuck lame nigga
Know who I'm talkin' to
Glad ya man did
You bout to get it too
Rest with your fam man
This a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see
The 7 4 k
Sell the of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope man
A west coast gangsta
Chi-town gold
Interstate runner
Watch me drive a brick through
And we ain't backin' down
Way past rappin' now
Right before my album drop
My homeboys'll clap you down
(Somebody who sounds like he's holding his nose)
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
A born winner
Similar to familiar
County hound comin' to burn your whole city up
I catch ya up in the club
Empty the 5th on ya
You all know it's pussy
By Vivica
I'm the realest nigga
Ya wanna mob with me
If you a dealer nigga
You can get blocks from me
I hand rocks and jeans
The cream
Glocks and things
To mark seven
Throw 6
Got with the team
Now I'm on the scene
Reachin' out
Bein' a celebrity bring me more bitches
In a position to watch by more nitches
And place at the end of the plots
I hold niggas
Figures
Urban peaces, greases
Last week to the point a police was shot
And if niggas wanna know what I been bout lately
Nigga take it how ya want it
Rap with Shady
(Somebody who sounds like he's holding his nose)
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who be hatin'
From 06 through in...
Everything is shady's
Everything is Shady's
Up from the west coast
And the midwest
Cashis
Boast boy
Block boys
We pioneerin' this
In the race to be legends
Cash
Tie die
