11 Minute Freestyle on Hot 97 by Cassidy Lyrics

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They said I ain't a threat, but now I record and send the check
N I stash half the cash n' spend the rest
N I would a been broke like y'all if I didn't invest
We both got ice n' cars but I ain't in debt
A lot of vets need a give rhyming a rest
Y'all sound like has-beens, n' I ain't impressed
I'm dying to bet, you fellers know "I ain't the best"
Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct
They call me doc, I'll give your dog shots but, I ain't the vet
N I got dough so, I ain't upset, ayo
I do the drop on, Michael J's and the top gone
At least I got the butter like microwave popcorn
Stop drawing it's gon' be hard to move me
Swizz tha Monster, he could star in a horror movie
I usually, I click fast, and bang ya bitch ass
N ain't nothing change, I got cane for the quick cash
But change I whip pass, aim n' Blid-ast!
The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash!
Slang the stid-ash, I'm tryna' stack money high
Gimme money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in a one-25, on 25's
Them 20's on the five, my coochie rate sky rocketed
Look Ock I'm a pimp, that's why I popped ya chick
Sis' got the it, know she tryna' cop me it
Now she start giving up dough to go shoppin' with
Popping ish might get you to deserve it
But it happened, be happy she ain't get you murdered
I'm a straight cannon, n' I'm getting the cake can
N' I be out the state tanning, eating on baked salmon
I'm straight scrambling, tryna' sell a gram of Ye
But ya strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it, pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred hours
Selling other niggas coke n' only gone get a hundred dollars
You could probably get some money if you come an holla'
Cause I got haze, n' I cop K's
So my block made heavy money
My weed fluffy, n' got red hair like Peggy Bundy
I got 20's come cop from the house
Cause the green you got garbage like Oscar the Grouch
I got more change then you got in my couch
Next cat that scream my name gon' get shot in the mouth
I got the yay on the stroll in my whole notebook of raps
Every bar raw when I write it's like cooking crack
I gotta mean street team that be pushing packs
I'm getting gravy like the 80's, I took it back
I'm watching niggas on the block get shook and rat
Seen niggas serve the wrong fiend, get booked for that
I watch niggas try to floss n' get took for that
So between the draw of jeans where I put the gat

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “11 Minute Freestyle on Hot 97”

• Produced: J-Kwon, 50 Cent, JAY-Z
• Written: Cassidy
• Release Date: July 7, 1997

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[Beat 1: Public Service Announcement]

They said I ain't a threat, but now I record and send the check
N I stash half the cash n' spend the rest
N I would a been broke like y'all if I didn't invest
We both got ice n' cars but I ain't in debt
A lot of vets need a give rhyming a rest
Y'all sound like has-beens, n' I ain't impressed
I'm dying to bet, you fellers know "I ain't the best"
Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct
They call me doc, I'll give your dog shots but, I ain't the vet
N I got dough so, I ain't upset, ayo
I do the drop on, Michael J's and the top gone
At least I got the butter like microwave popcorn
Stop drawing it's gon' be hard to move me
Swizz tha Monster, he could star in a horror movie
I usually, I click fast, and bang ya bitch ass
N ain't nothing change, I got cane for the quick cash
But change I whip pass, aim n' Blid-ast!
The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash!
Slang the stid-ash, I'm tryna' stack money high
Gimme money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in a one-25, on 25's
Them 20's on the five, my coochie rate sky rocketed
Look Ock I'm a pimp, that's why I popped ya chick
Sis' got the it, know she tryna' cop me it
Now she start giving up dough to go shoppin' with
Popping ish might get you to deserve it
But it happened, be happy she ain't get you murdered
I'm a straight cannon, n' I'm getting the cake can
N' I be out the state tanning, eating on baked salmon
I'm straight scrambling, tryna' sell a gram of Ye
But ya strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it, pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred hours
Selling other niggas coke n' only gone get a hundred dollars
You could probably get some money if you come an holla'
Cause I got haze, n' I cop K's
So my block made heavy money
My weed fluffy, n' got red hair like Peggy Bundy
I got 20's come cop from the house
Cause the green you got garbage like Oscar the Grouch
I got more change then you got in my couch
Next cat that scream my name gon' get shot in the mouth
I got the yay on the stroll in my whole notebook of raps
Every bar raw when I write it's like cooking crack
I gotta mean street team that be pushing packs
I'm getting gravy like the 80's, I took it back
I'm watching niggas on the block get shook and rat
Seen niggas serve the wrong fiend, get booked for that
I watch niggas try to floss n' get took for that
So between the draw of jeans where I put the gat

[Beat 2: Problem Child]

Meek keep the piece, n' you know Mook 'll clap
Last cat that slept on Cass, he took a nap
You cats will go night night for the right price
So I suggest you know respect if you like life
Cause the white high how I made loochie
Them big rocks got 'em like Chris Rock when he played Pookie
The strip poppin', I ride for cash
N' you softer then a toddler ass

You could ask any cat that was on the strip with me
If I flipped the key, n' I had Christmas tree
Man, Cass sold more bags then Lipton Tea
N' I had chicks trick for me, cause I'm a pimp
My watch, I gotta squint at my wrist to see
What time it is, n' my hip where the llama is
I'll look at y'all cats cheques like, where the commas is
Fishtanks in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow, but my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my self, you niggas ass
You did it in the past, but now you niggas trash
N' my flow pathetic, yea I'm so poetic
Even though I don't get my credit, but its copasetic
Everything I spit is so sick like my throat infected
I'm the illest nigga out, n' I ain't sold a record
But you know I'm gunna blow cause I'm so connected
Swizz going to produce, Jay gon' promote the record
Who hard as me what, I did a song with R but
I ain't on no RnB stuff
I ain't no pretender, y'all remember the free stuff
N' that'll happen to a nigga actin' like he tough
I spit toxic waste so talk slick n'
Get ya faced sliced up a like chocolate cake

[Beat 3: Tipsy]

Rest in peace to B.I.G, P.A.C., Aaliyah, Left E.Y.E
New York, Game you don't stop, Big Pun, n' you won't stop
I said, Rest in peace to B.I.G, P.A.C., Aaliyah, Left E.Y.E
Freaky Tah, you already know Big L, the whole click yo
My name Cassidy, I'm on the heezy man
I get so slick and greezy man
All my strips pop like a greasy pan
Cut your dough short like, "Easy man."
Believe me, you need to come see me man
My coke make smokers have a seizure man
A chick'll see my hand, and leave her man
You need a keys to a Beamer, like I'm Beenie Man
You see me man, I'm a handsome boy
I make a brawl on my car lot dance it more
I be glances at y'all with ya Goofy's on
Box, Pink Pather's, Snoopy's on
I just put up all my jury on
All my diamonds, n' my ruby's on, shinin' off the light
It look like I got a Coogi on
The roof of the coupe is gone, and Snoop is on
You dudes is simply dumbies
Y'all on the block with empty tummies, n' trying to get this money
I just got a watch, niggas tryna get this from me
Oh the coupe dropped it, shit a nigga clumsy
Chickens want me, N' ain't tryna hear no
Yea I'm trying to pop, but I'm not trying to head though
Come over here yo, come on don't be scared yo
I'll I'm trying to do is get brain like the scarecrow
On Wizard of Oz, look I don't be lying
A lot of y'all need courage like the cowardly lion
All this powder I'm buying, I can make a brick road
And my nickels the size of Swizz's nose
But that's gettin' old, we gone bring it up to date
N' niggas know that I spit shit for yo