Gillie Da Kid - Ca**idy lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen I o by the name of Ca**idy Mr. Hip-hop And I put this song together for my city Feel me? Mayhem music, we forming history! [Chorus] We from the gutter Fell with nothing but thugs A bunch of convicted fellas That selling nothing but d** Feely, pistol banging, city of brotherly slugs Feely, pistol banging, city of brotherly slugs Move aside, home invasions, ain't no b**h and no blood And they high up serum, pills, liquor and d** Feely, pistol banging, city of brotherly slugs Feely, pistol banging, city of brotherly slugs I'm the n***a that get you stomped with I drink the liquor, you get starched for being with it Smoking, hiding in the stars, get! To impose, I up the dosage in the milligrams This night for real, Cypress Hill, I'mma k** a man! Monday still a pain as always It's always building dirty, shooters in my hallway The vic is all gray, bombed up and rigged for war I should of worked more in the bag, it's time to eat some more n******gs rather have their sh** strapped in the lead Break him off in pieces, leave him like Kit-Kat Finding where the woes be, rest where the pit's at Tying his whole head, he'll leave with a chain strapped Cheaters hate the D, n******gs can't hate the G 36, but some n******gs don't make it to 6 Now bake up a key, make it to B They be working with them boys, those n******gs safe as a key n******gs co*ky, n******gs feeling our swag Always K40's, k**ing n******gs with Macs Pretend they wanna bail, n******gs flexing with cash I airyed at your face 'till your face is a match Dead. What is f** n******gs talking 'bout? Feeling weed, the hardest, n******gs f**ing out k** beat for murder, we don't talk it out Homicide laws, feely n******gs spark it out Hey, listen, I'll pop that gap like I'm slightly retarded It's like my body here, but my upper flight is departed Think twice, get a coffin, you don't wanna be a target You just wanna make rap songs, you don't wanna get started Couple of rats to a shooter, put your heat to a market Hit your legs with a chopper, now you walk with a walker Oh, hell, now, feely in the building, you heard of us, we murderers Gillie Dale, 2 1 5, n***a, that's part of us I'm a baller, I was born a much man than Chris Steven They smiff and skid belly, new n***a in town with the birds, strip Kelly Before we break it down, there's a line in front of the Deli Before the show's over, a line in front of the tele Put 'em down, hit 'em up, hit 'em up f**, what these n******gs wanna do now? Run around with a double barrel, one shot, that's two down Homicide for the life for us, I holds my crew down f**ing informers, I hate them. We tight, n******gs, we shoot down Years with them fillie cats, we ain't with that silly rats North-West, South side, you don't need no city map Yes, entire rat game be ridding piggy-bank With the deuce, deuce, but this ain't pity-path Real n***a rather slugging than hugging You get money? I can't get none with you, then f** it! They just part of the struggle, they just part f the hustle Part of the game. You part of this? 'cause we start trouble They say he back on rapper about the d** he got But I'm a D boy from the block so f** it, ride or not Cooking up is what I do, a baller make a living On my spare time I'm cooking rats and loading pistols Try to rob me, n******gs tried and they died for it Ride around with no licence and a line on me Trapping hard, blowing wild in the meanwhile The work running on the market, on the speed dial I'm high on serum, we ride with the sheriff You call her wife, but the whole hood share her Big bears, feel it, they don't mean to scare you My young boys run the city, their area Heard you was scared to come back home n***a call OBH, we the backbone North fillie, south fillie, keep gats on Uptown a Frankfurt, my ... [Chorus] Put thirties in the system I can taste the lane when i kissed them Court refuses to dismiss him So we might as well cook in the streets and the kitchen Yeah, cubbling all smashed. 800 in the stash One point, I'm all in cash, but 80 on the dash So them lights started to flash Called the motor off the E-Way Gun in these tools, pocket full of blues A law abiding citizen, so, long story short That n***a made a move, so that n***a made the news Feely, pistol banging, city of brotherly slugs k** your brother, hit the funeral, give your mother a hug They gave your brother them slugs, they gave his a** a brick And he ain't bring back the dove The city of B, city of E's, city of me City of cash, shout out the roof, shout out to Rye, (what up?) The city that cuffing hard, the city wear shines Them n******gs don't ever doubt, the nines forever spout Outlined with chalk, city of Will Smith, city where I'm the king Gillie, that's real sh** f** all the haters, don't feel this Though it get realest, my n******gs is careless I'm some latter Ville pistol vein ya You got'cha mind made up, I bet the pistol will change it The Lone Ranger, I dare one of you n******gs to play tanto And get a feather put in your cat, n***a, pronto My team lean so you can't lead a purple 'round them Get them out of town, n***a, I run circles around them