[{"id":40238896,"name":"6 Minutes","trackName":"6 Minutes","artistName":"Cassidy Lil Wayne Fabolous","albumName":"I’m a Hustla","duration":386.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler\nAnd I brought two of my niggas with me\nAnd we about to shut the industry down\nAyo Weezy, let's get it poppin'\n\nHit me, fuck that shit, this the South Side\nGot a fat dick when your mouth wide\nI'm from the take-it-outside, no, do it right ya\nNo, how 'bout later on? Yeah, when everybody home\nLook, you fuckin' with Weezy F. Baby, please say the baby\nRidin' with your bitch, got keys on the lady\nTriple gold D's, Vogue tires on the whip\nYoung Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than a whip, yeah\n\nHigher than a angel or hotter than the devil\nThe pot or a kettle or the metal\nLet 'em burn like Usher but worser\nIf it's any beef, I come run like Mercer\nWord up, Eagle Street, I'm throwin' my curb up\nWe take your ice cream and turn you into sherbet\n\nI got flow, I'm like, \"Sure, but\"\nIf it's 'bout dough, I'm like, \"Sure 'nough\"\nI'm from the Bird bunch\nBirdman, J.R., you niggas bird lunch\nI see your lips movin', but I ain't heard much\nYou see the wrist movin'? It look like pure punch\nI hear the player hatin', but I don't endorse such\nI got the Escalade, guts like a tour bus\nI got the styrofoam poured up with syrup\n\nAnd in the tires is where the package is gone\nMeyers spin a Goodyear with these Firestones\nI spit like Myers poems, poem and chromers\nFor the buyer's chromosomes, I got Somas\nI got Vicodins, Valiums, I ain't stoppin'\nGot powder, heroin, X, Oxycontin\nAnd that's how we rockin'\nHow can you hear that bop unless I'm beboppin'?\n\nYeah, skip when you hear that click\nCash Money, nigga, I'm that shit\nWeezy Baby, uh\n\nThat's what I'm talkin' 'bout\nNow Fag, spit at these niggas\nAnd let 'em know why they ain't fuckin' with you\n\nYou goddamn right, I'm feelin' myself\nA chauffeur? No, sir, I'm wheelin' myself\nLookin' for a chick chillin' for self\nSo I can show her the suicides and talk her into killin' herself\nI'm havin' problems dealin' with wealth\nBut you wouldn't understand it until you get a million yourself\n\nYou niggas must've got a deal for your health\nYour CD is posin' food, it just chill on the shelf\nI spend big, at any time, I can start splurgin'\nThe twin SIGs open chests like a heart surgeon\nAnd I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue-collar crook\nBut I keep a stack thick as few college books\nI got a new polished look\nAnd twenty dime bitches to show y'all niggas how my two dollars look\nThe boy got at least six digits on\nSo the gun's gotta be at least midget long\n\nThe money is like ten bridges long\nI throw bread around just to turn pigeons on\n\nI got some good smoke just for puffers\nThe two-gram twenties make the hustlers suffer\n\nPlus it's fluffer than a cotton ball\nI've gotten calls wantin' me to put the pot in malls\nBut nowadays, you can't put it past 'em\nI got a Dan Marino arm, I'm 'bout to throw some bullets past 'em\nAnd the niggas in the hood keep quotin' my lines\nI don't jump ship, I keep floatin' in mine\n\nLong as I keep totin', I'm fine\n\nI'ma have these dick suckin' niggas deep-throatin' the nine\nI jumped in the England shift Benz and whipped\nIt's Terminator 2 chrome, the engine's dipped\nI'm readin' scripts, no, not the penmanship\nThe box office shit, I'll box off this bitch\n\nJessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst\nAnd still make a mil' on the first of months\nThese dudes be the first to front\n'Til their family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front\nI'm in a top position, I can make you a proposition\nI'm in the hardtop waitin' on the drop edition\n\nThe hell with the patience\nI'ma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations\n\nYeah, it is what it is\nMy niggas just killed y'all, and I'ma close the casket\n\nI'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me, y'all\nI work hard for the fame, the game stressin' me, y'all\nAll they do is complain, what they expect from me, y'all?\nFrom the hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me, y'all\n\nAnd even overseas, they acceptin' me, y'all\n\nAll the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me, y'all\nI get a lot of dirty money, so expect me to ball\nBut I'm savin' all my checks, I'm investin' 'em all\nThey say what goes up is gon' definitely fall\nEven the stars, but success is my destiny, y'all\n\nLook, I cook tracks, I got the recipe, y'all\nYou can't name another cat that could mess with me, y'all\nAt the shows, all the hoes be molestin' me, y'all\nI got broads cryin', tryin' to get next to me, y'all\nI got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex with me, y'all\nScreamin', \"Cass, you don't know how sexy you are\"\nAnd I'm happy I'm alive, God blessin' me, y'all\nAnd all the problems that arrive is God testin' me, y'all\n\nSo I pray every day, but I ain't prayin' too much\n'Cause I be sinnin' every day, so I ain't prayin' enough\nAnd we all could be beat, and I ain't sayin' I'm tough\nBut if it's beef, I don't speak, I ain't sayin', \"What's up?\"\nIf it's beef when we meet, then I'm sprayin' shit up\nBrrat-brrat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that's that\n\n'Cause that cat you embracin' with love\n\nMight clap that gat 'cause he got hate in his blood\nKeep your friends at a distance and your enemies close\n'Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most\nSome cats'll hang themself if you give 'em a rope\n\nBurn the bridge and don't give 'em a boat\nLet 'em sink, sometime you gotta give 'em some time and let 'em think\nBut sometime you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink\nYou can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink\nI'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink\n'Cause soon as your eyes shut, them niggas'll ride up\n\nAnd the guys that you trusted be gettin' you tied up\nWe all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave\nThat's why even if it's petty, I'll be ready to squeeze\nBut for the cheddar, the cheese, the guap, or mula\nI'll pop the Ruger, send that hot shit through ya\n\nLike booyah, that's the sound when the pound bustin'\nOoh, ahh, you'll be layin' on the ground sufferin'\nClown, it's nothin' to pull out and blast you\nI try to only resort to violence if I have to\nBut man, niggas out here ain't playin' fair\nSo before the odds even, I'm leavin' 'em layin' there\nAnd I ain't even playin', believe what I'm sayin' here\n'Cause before the shit get further, your clique get murdered\nAnd thrown in a hole in the grass\nFor tryin' to play that thug role, I'll stomp a mudhole in your ass\n\nAnd this Cass, nigga, I'm that sick\nFull Surface, nigga, I'm that shit, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.00] Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler\n[00:04.61] And I brought two of my niggas with me\n[00:06.72] And we about to shut the industry down\n[00:09.02] Ayo Weezy, let's get it poppin'\n[00:11.10] Hit me, fuck that shit, this the South Side\n[00:13.69] Got a fat dick when your mouth wide\n[00:15.96] I'm from the take-it-outside, no, do it right ya\n[00:18.96] No, how 'bout later on? Yeah, when everybody home\n[00:21.74] Look, you fuckin' with Weezy F. Baby, please say the baby\n[00:25.71] Ridin' with your bitch, got keys on the lady\n[00:28.57] Triple gold D's, Vogue tires on the whip\n[00:30.91] Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than a whip, yeah\n[00:34.82] Higher than a angel or hotter than the devil\n[00:37.64] The pot or a kettle or the metal\n[00:40.14] Let 'em burn like Usher but worser\n[00:42.51] If it's any beef, I come run like Mercer\n[00:45.55] Word up, Eagle Street, I'm throwin' my curb up\n[00:48.48] We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbet\n[00:51.43] I got flow, I'm like, \"Sure, but\"\n[00:53.36] If it's 'bout dough, I'm like, \"Sure 'nough\"\n[00:55.55] I'm from the Bird bunch\n[00:57.19] Birdman, J.R., you niggas bird lunch\n[00:59.82] I see your lips movin', but I ain't heard much\n[01:02.76] You see the wrist movin'? It look like pure punch\n[01:05.57] I hear the player hatin', but I don't endorse such\n[01:08.36] I got the Escalade, guts like a tour bus\n[01:11.16] I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup\n[01:13.90] And in the tires is where the package is gone\n[01:16.28] Meyers spin a Goodyear with these Firestones\n[01:19.13] I spit like Myers poems, poem and chromers\n[01:22.30] For the buyer's chromosomes, I got Somas\n[01:25.37] I got Vicodins, Valiums, I ain't stoppin'\n[01:28.05] Got powder, heroin, X, Oxycontin\n[01:31.02] And that's how we rockin'\n[01:32.90] How can you hear that bop unless I'm beboppin'?\n[01:36.75] Yeah, skip when you hear that click\n[01:38.91] Cash Money, nigga, I'm that shit\n[01:40.97] Weezy Baby, uh\n[01:42.41] That's what I'm talkin' 'bout\n[01:44.06] Now Fag, spit at these niggas\n[01:46.08] And let 'em know why they ain't fuckin' with you\n[01:47.99] You goddamn right, I'm feelin' myself\n[01:50.47] A chauffeur? No, sir, I'm wheelin' myself\n[01:53.00] Lookin' for a chick chillin' for self\n[01:55.03] So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killin' herself\n[01:58.91] I'm havin' problems dealin' with wealth\n[02:00.81] But you wouldn't understand it until you get a million yourself\n[02:04.98] You niggas must've got a deal for your health\n[02:07.00] Your CD is posin' food, it just chill on the shelf\n[02:10.35] I spend big, at any time, I can start splurgin'\n[02:13.46] The twin SIGs open chests like a heart surgeon\n[02:16.45] And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue-collar crook\n[02:19.25] But I keep a stack thick as few college books\n[02:22.08] I got a new polished look\n[02:23.63] And twenty dime bitches to show y'all niggas how my two dollars look\n[02:27.52] The boy got at least six digits on\n[02:30.14] So the gun's gotta be at least midget long\n[02:33.19] The money is like ten bridges long\n[02:35.73] I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on\n[02:38.90] I got some good smoke just for puffers\n[02:41.32] The two-gram twenties make the hustlers suffer\n[02:44.33] Plus it's fluffer than a cotton ball\n[02:46.68] I've gotten calls wantin' me to put the pot in malls\n[02:49.47] But nowadays, you can't put it past 'em\n[02:51.75] I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm 'bout to throw some bullets past 'em\n[02:55.39] And the niggas in the hood keep quotin' my lines\n[02:58.33] I don't jump ship, I keep floatin' in mine\n[03:01.17] Long as I keep totin', I'm fine\n[03:03.46] I'ma have these dick suckin' niggas deep-throatin' the nine\n[03:06.85] I jumped in the England shift Benz and whipped\n[03:09.63] It's Terminator 2 chrome, the engine's dipped\n[03:12.25] I'm readin' scripts, no, not the penmanship\n[03:15.24] The box office shit, I'll box off this bitch\n[03:18.60] Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst\n[03:20.96] And still make a mil' on the first of months\n[03:23.77] These dudes be the first to front\n[03:25.61] 'Til their family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front\n[03:29.18] I'm in a top position, I can make you a proposition\n[03:32.75] I'm in the hardtop waitin' on the drop edition\n[03:35.81] The hell with the patience\n[03:37.43] I'ma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations\n[03:41.31] Yeah, it is what it is\n[03:43.17] My niggas just killed y'all, and I'ma close the casket\n[03:45.89] I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me, y'all\n[03:49.19] I work hard for the fame, the game stressin' me, y'all\n[03:52.09] All they do is complain, what they expect from me, y'all?\n[03:54.82] From the hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me, y'all\n[03:57.73] And even overseas, they acceptin' me, y'all\n[04:00.48] All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me, y'all\n[04:03.25] I get a lot of dirty money, so expect me to ball\n[04:06.24] But I'm savin' all my checks, I'm investin' 'em all\n[04:08.70] They say what goes up is gon' definitely fall\n[04:11.69] Even the stars, but success is my destiny, y'all\n[04:14.62] Look, I cook tracks, I got the recipe, y'all\n[04:17.48] You can't name another cat that could mess with me, y'all\n[04:20.25] At the shows, all the hoes be molestin' me, y'all\n[04:23.02] I got broads cryin', tryin' to get next to me, y'all\n[04:25.81] I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex with me, y'all\n[04:28.72] Screamin', \"Cass, you don't know how sexy you are\"\n[04:31.69] And I'm happy I'm alive, God blessin' me, y'all\n[04:34.37] And all the problems that arrive is God testin' me, y'all\n[04:37.35] So I pray every day, but I ain't prayin' too much\n[04:39.94] 'Cause I be sinnin' every day, so I ain't prayin' enough\n[04:42.91] And we all could be beat, and I ain't sayin' I'm tough\n[04:45.65] But if it's beef, I don't speak, I ain't sayin', \"What's up?\"\n[04:48.50] If it's beef when we meet, then I'm sprayin' shit up\n[04:51.48] Brrat-brrat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that's that\n[04:54.66] 'Cause that cat you embracin' with love\n[04:57.08] Might clap that gat 'cause he got hate in his blood\n[04:59.94] Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close\n[05:02.48] 'Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most\n[05:05.52] Some cats'll hang themself if you give 'em a rope\n[05:08.35] Burn the bridge and don't give 'em a boat\n[05:10.56] Let 'em sink, sometime you gotta give 'em some time and let 'em think\n[05:14.02] But sometime you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink\n[05:16.95] You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink\n[05:19.95] I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink\n[05:22.43] 'Cause soon as your eyes shut, them niggas'll ride up\n[05:25.39] And the guys that you trusted be gettin' you tied up\n[05:28.04] We all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave\n[05:30.99] That's why even if it's petty, I'll be ready to squeeze\n[05:33.92] But for the cheddar, the cheese, the guap, or mula\n[05:36.94] I'll pop the Ruger, send that hot shit through ya\n[05:40.08] Like booyah, that's the sound when the pound bustin'\n[05:43.05] Ooh, ahh, you'll be layin' on the ground sufferin'\n[05:45.83] Clown, it's nothin' to pull out and blast you\n[05:48.23] I try to only resort to violence if I have to\n[05:51.38] But man, niggas out here ain't playin' fair\n[05:53.65] So before the odds even, I'm leavin' 'em layin' there\n[05:56.75] And I ain't even playin', believe what I'm sayin' here\n[05:59.37] 'Cause before the shit get further, your clique get murdered\n[06:02.32] And thrown in a hole in the grass\n[06:04.11] For tryin' to play that thug role, I'll stomp a mudhole in your ass\n[06:08.31] And this Cass, nigga, I'm that sick\n[06:10.64] Full Surface, nigga, I'm that shit, bitch\n[06:26.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 6 Minutes\n  artist: Cassidy Lil Wayne Fabolous\n  album: I’m a Hustla\n  duration_ms: 386000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler\n  start_ms: 1000\n  end_ms: 4610\n- text: And I brought two of my niggas 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386460\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler\n  And I brought two of my niggas with me\n  And we about to shut the industry down\n  Ayo Weezy, let's get it poppin'\n\n  Hit me, fuck that shit, this the South Side\n  Got a fat dick when your mouth wide\n  I'm from the take-it-outside, no, do it right ya\n  No, how 'bout later on? Yeah, when everybody home\n  Look, you fuckin' with Weezy F. Baby, please say the baby\n  Ridin' with your bitch, got keys on the lady\n  Triple gold D's, Vogue tires on the whip\n  Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than a whip, yeah\n\n  Higher than a angel or hotter than the devil\n  The pot or a kettle or the metal\n  Let 'em burn like Usher but worser\n  If it's any beef, I come run like Mercer\n  Word up, Eagle Street, I'm throwin' my curb up\n  We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbet\n\n  I got flow, I'm like, \"Sure, but\"\n  If it's 'bout dough, I'm like, \"Sure 'nough\"\n  I'm from the Bird bunch\n  Birdman, J.R., you niggas bird lunch\n  I see your lips movin', but I ain't heard much\n  You see the wrist movin'? It look like pure punch\n  I hear the player hatin', but I don't endorse such\n  I got the Escalade, guts like a tour bus\n  I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup\n\n  And in the tires is where the package is gone\n  Meyers spin a Goodyear with these Firestones\n  I spit like Myers poems, poem and chromers\n  For the buyer's chromosomes, I got Somas\n  I got Vicodins, Valiums, I ain't stoppin'\n  Got powder, heroin, X, Oxycontin\n  And that's how we rockin'\n  How can you hear that bop unless I'm beboppin'?\n\n  Yeah, skip when you hear that click\n  Cash Money, nigga, I'm that shit\n  Weezy Baby, uh\n\n  That's what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  Now Fag, spit at these niggas\n  And let 'em know why they ain't fuckin' with you\n\n  You goddamn right, I'm feelin' myself\n  A chauffeur? No, sir, I'm wheelin' myself\n  Lookin' for a chick chillin' for self\n  So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killin' herself\n  I'm havin' problems dealin' with wealth\n  But you wouldn't understand it until you get a million yourself\n\n  You niggas must've got a deal for your health\n  Your CD is posin' food, it just chill on the shelf\n  I spend big, at any time, I can start splurgin'\n  The twin SIGs open chests like a heart surgeon\n  And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue-collar crook\n  But I keep a stack thick as few college books\n  I got a new polished look\n  And twenty dime bitches to show y'all niggas how my two dollars look\n  The boy got at least six digits on\n  So the gun's gotta be at least midget long\n\n  The money is like ten bridges long\n  I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on\n\n  I got some good smoke just for puffers\n  The two-gram twenties make the hustlers suffer\n\n  Plus it's fluffer than a cotton ball\n  I've gotten calls wantin' me to 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I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me, y'all\n  I work hard for the fame, the game stressin' me, y'all\n  All they do is complain, what they expect from me, y'all?\n  From the hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me, y'all\n\n  And even overseas, they acceptin' me, y'all\n\n  All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me, y'all\n  I get a lot of dirty money, so expect me to ball\n  But I'm savin' all my checks, I'm investin' 'em all\n  They say what goes up is gon' definitely fall\n  Even the stars, but success is my destiny, y'all\n\n  Look, I cook tracks, I got the recipe, y'all\n  You can't name another cat that could mess with me, y'all\n  At the shows, all the hoes be molestin' me, y'all\n  I got broads cryin', tryin' to get next to me, y'all\n  I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex with me, y'all\n  Screamin', \"Cass, you don't know how sexy you are\"\n  And I'm happy I'm alive, God blessin' me, y'all\n  And all the problems that arrive is God testin' me, y'all\n\n  So I pray every day, but I ain't prayin' too much\n  'Cause I be sinnin' every day, so I ain't prayin' enough\n  And we all could be beat, and I ain't sayin' I'm tough\n  But if it's beef, I don't speak, I ain't sayin', \"What's up?\"\n  If it's beef when we meet, then I'm sprayin' shit up\n  Brrat-brrat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that's that\n\n  'Cause that cat you embracin' with love\n\n  Might clap that gat 'cause he got hate in his blood\n  Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close\n  'Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most\n  Some cats'll hang themself if you give 'em a rope\n\n  Burn the bridge and don't give 'em a boat\n  Let 'em sink, sometime you gotta give 'em some time and let 'em think\n  But sometime you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink\n  You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink\n  I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink\n  'Cause soon as your eyes shut, them niggas'll ride up\n\n  And the 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Side\n[00:13.68] Got a fat dick when your mouth wide\n[00:15.98] I'm from the take-it-outside, no, do it right ya\n[00:18.96] No, how 'bout later on? Yeah, when everybody home\n[00:21.73] Look, you fuckin' with Weezy F. Baby, please say the baby\n[00:25.73] Ridin' with your bitch, got keys on the lady\n[00:28.54] Triple gold D's, Vogue tires on the whip\n[00:30.97] Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than a whip, yeah\n[00:34.85] Higher than a angel or hotter than the devil\n[00:37.69] The pot or a kettle or the metal\n[00:40.19] Let 'em burn like Usher but worser\n[00:42.53] If it's any beef, I come run like Mercer\n[00:45.56] Word up, Eagle Street, I'm throwin' my curb up\n[00:48.40] We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbet\n[00:51.47] I got flow, I'm like, \"Sure, but\"\n[00:53.38] If it's 'bout dough, I'm like, \"Sure 'nough\"\n[00:55.51] I'm from the Bird bunch\n[00:57.17] Birdman, J.R., you niggas bird lunch\n[00:59.80] I see your lips movin', but I ain't heard much\n[01:02.75] You see the wrist movin'? It look like pure punch\n[01:05.54] I hear the player hatin', but I don't endorse such\n[01:08.35] I got the Escalade, guts like a tour bus\n[01:11.17] I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup\n[01:13.97] And in the tires is where the package is gone\n[01:16.24] Meyers spin a Goodyear with these Firestones\n[01:19.17] I spit like Myers poems, poem and chromers\n[01:22.37] For the buyer's chromosomes, I got Somas\n[01:25.38] I got Vicodins, Valiums, I ain't stoppin'\n[01:28.03] Got powder, heroin, X, Oxycontin\n[01:31.03] And that's how we rockin'\n[01:32.98] How can you hear that bop unless I'm beboppin'?\n[01:36.76] Yeah, skip when you hear that click\n[01:38.92] Cash Money, nigga, I'm that shit\n[01:40.97] Weezy Baby, uh\n[01:42.42] That's what I'm talkin' 'bout\n[01:44.06] Now Fag, spit at these niggas\n[01:46.00] And let 'em know why they ain't fuckin' with you\n[01:47.97] You goddamn right, I'm feelin' myself\n[01:50.43] A chauffeur? No, sir, I'm wheelin' myself\n[01:53.06] Lookin' for a chick chillin' for self\n[01:55.06] So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killin' herself\n[01:58.91] I'm havin' problems dealin' with wealth\n[02:00.89] But you wouldn't understand it until you get a million yourself\n[02:04.93] You niggas must've got a deal for your health\n[02:07.02] Your CD is posin' food, it just chill on the shelf\n[02:10.17] I spend big, at any time, I can start splurgin'\n[02:13.42] The twin SIGs open chests like a heart surgeon\n[02:16.43] And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue-collar crook\n[02:19.24] But I keep a stack thick as few college books\n[02:22.03] I got a new polished look\n[02:23.70] And twenty dime bitches to show y'all niggas how my two dollars look\n[02:27.59] The boy got at least six digits on\n[02:30.20] So the gun's gotta be at least midget long\n[02:33.17] The money is like ten bridges long\n[02:35.76] I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on\n[02:38.93] I got some good smoke just for puffers\n[02:41.34] The two-gram twenties make the hustlers suffer\n[02:44.34] Plus it's fluffer than a cotton ball\n[02:46.62] I've gotten calls wantin' me to put the pot in malls\n[02:49.47] But nowadays, you can't put it past 'em\n[02:51.78] I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm 'bout to throw some bullets past 'em\n[02:55.30] And the niggas in the hood keep quotin' my lines\n[02:58.34] I don't jump ship, I keep floatin' in mine\n[03:01.10] Long as I keep totin', I'm fine\n[03:03.47] I'ma have these dick suckin' niggas deep-throatin' the nine\n[03:06.86] I jumped in the England shift Benz and whipped\n[03:09.67] It's Terminator 2 chrome, the engine's dipped\n[03:12.27] I'm readin' scripts, no, not the penmanship\n[03:15.23] The box office shit, I'll box off this bitch\n[03:18.60] Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst\n[03:20.93] And still make a mil' on the first of months\n[03:23.70] These dudes be the first to front\n[03:25.62] 'Til their family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front\n[03:29.13] I'm in a top position, I can make you a proposition\n[03:32.74] I'm in the hardtop waitin' on the drop edition\n[03:35.84] The hell with the patience\n[03:37.41] I'ma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations\n[03:41.36] Yeah, it is what it is\n[03:43.18] My niggas just killed y'all, and I'ma close the casket\n[03:45.86] I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me, y'all\n[03:49.19] I work hard for the fame, the game stressin' me, y'all\n[03:52.07] All they do is complain, what they expect from me, y'all?\n[03:54.85] From the hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me, y'all\n[03:57.78] And even overseas, they acceptin' me, y'all\n[04:00.44] All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me, y'all\n[04:03.22] I get a lot of dirty money, so expect me to ball\n[04:06.22] But I'm savin' all my checks, I'm investin' 'em all\n[04:08.78] They say what goes up is gon' definitely fall\n[04:11.67] Even the stars, but success is my destiny, y'all\n[04:14.64] Look, I cook tracks, I got the recipe, y'all\n[04:17.46] You can't name another cat that could mess with me, y'all\n[04:20.26] At the shows, all the hoes be molestin' me, y'all\n[04:23.04] I got broads cryin', tryin' to get next to me, y'all\n[04:25.81] I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex with me, y'all\n[04:28.76] Screamin', \"Cass, you don't know how sexy you are\"\n[04:31.61] And I'm happy I'm alive, God blessin' me, y'all\n[04:34.38] And all the problems that arrive is God testin' me, y'all\n[04:37.33] So I pray every day, but I ain't prayin' too much\n[04:39.98] 'Cause I be sinnin' every day, so I ain't prayin' enough\n[04:42.91] And we all could be beat, and I ain't sayin' I'm tough\n[04:45.64] But if it's beef, I don't speak, I ain't sayin', \"What's up?\"\n[04:48.52] If it's beef when we meet, then I'm sprayin' shit up\n[04:51.41] Brrat-brrat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that's that\n[04:54.66] 'Cause that cat you embracin' with love\n[04:57.06] Might clap that gat 'cause he got hate in his blood\n[04:59.95] Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close\n[05:02.42] 'Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most\n[05:05.57] Some cats'll hang themself if you give 'em a rope\n[05:08.33] Burn the bridge and don't give 'em a boat\n[05:10.50] Let 'em sink, sometime you gotta give 'em some time and let 'em think\n[05:14.03] But sometime you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink\n[05:16.92] You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink\n[05:19.97] I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink\n[05:22.49] 'Cause soon as your eyes shut, them niggas'll ride up\n[05:25.40] And the guys that you trusted be gettin' you tied up\n[05:28.01] We all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave\n[05:30.92] That's why even if it's petty, I'll be ready to squeeze\n[05:33.92] But for the cheddar, the cheese, the guap, or mula\n[05:36.90] I'll pop the Ruger, send that hot shit through ya\n[05:40.09] Like booyah, that's the sound when the pound bustin'\n[05:43.06] Ooh, ahh, you'll be layin' on the ground sufferin'\n[05:45.86] Clown, it's nothin' to pull out and blast you\n[05:48.24] I try to only resort to violence if I have to\n[05:51.31] But man, niggas out here ain't playin' fair\n[05:53.67] So before the odds even, I'm leavin' 'em layin' there\n[05:56.71] And I ain't even playin', believe what I'm sayin' here\n[05:59.32] 'Cause before the shit get further, your clique get murdered\n[06:02.34] And thrown in a hole in the grass\n[06:04.14] For tryin' to play that thug role, I'll stomp a mudhole in your ass\n[06:08.31] And this Cass, nigga, I'm that sick\n[06:10.65] Full Surface, nigga, I'm that shit, bitch\n[06:26.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 6 Minutes\n  artist: Cassidy ft Lil' Wayne & Fabolous\n  album: I'm A Hustla\n  duration_ms: 387000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler\n  start_ms: 1030\n  end_ms: 4670\n- text: And I brought two of my 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386470\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler\n  And I brought two of my niggas with me\n  And we about to shut the industry down\n  Ayo Weezy, let's get it poppin'\n\n  Hit me, fuck that shit, this the South Side\n  Got a fat dick when your mouth wide\n  I'm from the take-it-outside, no, do it right ya\n  No, how 'bout later on? Yeah, when everybody home\n  Look, you fuckin' with Weezy F. Baby, please say the baby\n  Ridin' with your bitch, got keys on the lady\n  Triple gold D's, Vogue tires on the whip\n  Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than a whip, yeah\n\n  Higher than a angel or hotter than the devil\n  The pot or a kettle or the metal\n  Let 'em burn like Usher but worser\n  If it's any beef, I come run like Mercer\n  Word up, Eagle Street, I'm throwin' my curb up\n  We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbet\n\n  I got flow, I'm like, \"Sure, but\"\n  If it's 'bout dough, I'm like, \"Sure 'nough\"\n  I'm from the Bird bunch\n  Birdman, J.R., you niggas bird lunch\n  I see your lips movin', but I ain't heard much\n  You see the wrist movin'? It look like pure punch\n  I hear the player hatin', but I don't endorse such\n  I got the Escalade, guts like a tour bus\n  I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup\n\n  And in the tires is where the package is gone\n  Meyers spin a Goodyear with these Firestones\n  I spit like Myers poems, poem and chromers\n  For the buyer's chromosomes, I got Somas\n  I got Vicodins, Valiums, I ain't stoppin'\n  Got powder, heroin, X, Oxycontin\n  And that's how we rockin'\n  How can you hear that bop unless I'm beboppin'?\n\n  Yeah, skip when you hear that click\n  Cash Money, nigga, I'm that shit\n  Weezy Baby, uh\n\n  That's what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  Now Fag, spit at these niggas\n  And let 'em know why they ain't fuckin' with you\n\n  You goddamn right, I'm feelin' myself\n  A chauffeur? No, sir, I'm wheelin' myself\n  Lookin' for a chick chillin' for self\n  So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killin' herself\n  I'm havin' problems dealin' with wealth\n  But you wouldn't understand it until you get a million yourself\n\n  You niggas must've got a deal for your health\n  Your CD is posin' food, it just chill on the shelf\n  I spend big, at any time, I can start splurgin'\n  The twin SIGs open chests like a heart surgeon\n  And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue-collar crook\n  But I keep a stack thick as few college books\n  I got a new polished look\n  And twenty dime bitches to show y'all niggas how my two dollars look\n  The boy got at least six digits on\n  So the gun's gotta be at least midget long\n\n  The money is like ten bridges long\n  I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on\n\n  I got some good smoke just for puffers\n  The two-gram twenties make the hustlers suffer\n\n  Plus it's fluffer than a cotton ball\n  I've gotten calls wantin' me to put the pot in malls\n  But nowadays, you can't put it past 'em\n  I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm 'bout to throw some bullets past 'em\n  And the niggas in the hood keep quotin' my lines\n  I don't jump ship, I keep floatin' in mine\n\n  Long as I keep totin', I'm fine\n\n  I'ma have these dick suckin' niggas deep-throatin' the nine\n  I jumped in the England shift Benz and whipped\n  It's Terminator 2 chrome, the engine's dipped\n  I'm readin' scripts, no, not the penmanship\n  The box office shit, I'll box off this bitch\n\n  Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst\n  And still make a mil' on the first of months\n  These dudes be the first to front\n  'Til their family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front\n  I'm in a top position, I can make you a proposition\n  I'm in the hardtop waitin' on the drop edition\n\n  The hell with the patience\n  I'ma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations\n\n  Yeah, it is what it is\n  My niggas just killed y'all, and I'ma close the casket\n\n  I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me, y'all\n  I work hard for the fame, the game stressin' me, y'all\n  All they do is complain, what they expect from me, y'all?\n  From the hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me, y'all\n\n  And even overseas, they acceptin' me, y'all\n\n  All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me, y'all\n  I get a lot of dirty money, so expect me to ball\n  But I'm savin' all my checks, I'm investin' 'em all\n  They say what goes up is gon' definitely fall\n  Even the stars, but success is my destiny, y'all\n\n  Look, I cook tracks, I got the recipe, y'all\n  You can't name another cat that could mess with me, y'all\n  At the shows, all the hoes be molestin' me, y'all\n  I got broads cryin', tryin' to get next to me, y'all\n  I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex with me, y'all\n  Screamin', \"Cass, you don't know how sexy you are\"\n  And I'm happy I'm alive, God blessin' me, y'all\n  And all the problems that arrive is God testin' me, y'all\n\n  So I pray every day, but I ain't prayin' too much\n  'Cause I be sinnin' every day, so I ain't prayin' enough\n  And we all could be beat, and I ain't sayin' I'm tough\n  But if it's beef, I don't speak, I ain't sayin', \"What's up?\"\n  If it's beef when we meet, then I'm sprayin' shit up\n  Brrat-brrat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that's that\n\n  'Cause that cat you embracin' with love\n\n  Might clap that gat 'cause he got hate in his blood\n  Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close\n  'Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most\n  Some cats'll hang themself if you give 'em a rope\n\n  Burn the bridge and don't give 'em a boat\n  Let 'em sink, sometime you gotta give 'em some time and let 'em think\n  But sometime you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink\n  You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink\n  I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink\n  'Cause soon as your eyes shut, them niggas'll ride up\n\n  And the guys that you trusted be gettin' you tied up\n  We all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave\n  That's why even if it's petty, I'll be ready to squeeze\n  But for the cheddar, the cheese, the guap, or mula\n  I'll pop the Ruger, send that hot shit through ya\n\n  Like booyah, that's the sound when the pound bustin'\n  Ooh, ahh, you'll be layin' on the ground sufferin'\n  Clown, it's nothin' to pull out and blast you\n  I try to only resort to violence if I have to\n  But man, niggas out here ain't playin' fair\n  So before the odds even, I'm leavin' 'em layin' there\n  And I ain't even playin', believe what I'm sayin' here\n  'Cause before the shit get further, your clique get murdered\n  And thrown in a hole in the grass\n  For tryin' to play that thug role, I'll stomp a mudhole in your ass\n\n  And this Cass, nigga, I'm that sick\n  Full Surface, nigga, I'm that shit, bitch\n"},{"id":27618890,"name":"6 Minutes","trackName":"6 Minutes","artistName":"Cassidy feat. 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pound bustin'\n[05:43.06] Ooh, ahh, you'll be layin' on the ground sufferin'\n[05:45.86] Clown, it's nothin' to pull out and blast you\n[05:48.24] I try to only resort to violence if I have to\n[05:51.31] But man, niggas out here ain't playin' fair\n[05:53.67] So before the odds even, I'm leavin' 'em layin' there\n[05:56.71] And I ain't even playin', believe what I'm sayin' here\n[05:59.32] 'Cause before the shit get further, your clique get murdered\n[06:02.34] And thrown in a hole in the grass\n[06:04.14] For tryin' to play that thug role, I'll stomp a mudhole in your ass\n[06:08.31] And this Cass, nigga, I'm that sick\n[06:10.65] Full Surface, nigga, I'm that shit, bitch\n[06:26.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 6 Minutes\n  artist: Cassidy feat. 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shows, all the hoes be molestin' me, y'all\n  start_ms: 260260\n  end_ms: 263040\n- text: I got broads cryin', tryin' to get next to me, y'all\n  start_ms: 263040\n  end_ms: 265810\n- text: I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex with me, y'all\n  start_ms: 265810\n  end_ms: 268760\n- text: Screamin', \"Cass, you don't know how sexy you are\"\n  start_ms: 268760\n  end_ms: 271610\n- text: And I'm happy I'm alive, God blessin' me, y'all\n  start_ms: 271610\n  end_ms: 274380\n- text: And all the problems that arrive is God testin' me, y'all\n  start_ms: 274380\n  end_ms: 277330\n- text: So I pray every day, but I ain't prayin' too much\n  start_ms: 277330\n  end_ms: 279980\n- text: '''Cause I be sinnin'' every day, so I ain''t prayin'' enough'\n  start_ms: 279980\n  end_ms: 282910\n- text: And we all could be beat, and I ain't sayin' I'm tough\n  start_ms: 282910\n  end_ms: 285640\n- text: But if it's beef, I don't speak, I ain't sayin', \"What's up?\"\n  start_ms: 285640\n  end_ms: 288520\n- text: If it's beef when we meet, then I'm sprayin' shit up\n  start_ms: 288520\n  end_ms: 291410\n- text: Brrat-brrat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that's that\n  start_ms: 291410\n  end_ms: 294660\n- text: '''Cause that cat you embracin'' with love'\n  start_ms: 294660\n  end_ms: 297060\n- text: Might clap that gat 'cause he got hate in his blood\n  start_ms: 297060\n  end_ms: 299950\n- text: Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close\n  start_ms: 299950\n  end_ms: 302420\n- text: '''Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most'\n  start_ms: 302420\n  end_ms: 305570\n- text: Some cats'll hang themself if you give 'em a rope\n  start_ms: 305570\n  end_ms: 308330\n- text: Burn the bridge and don't give 'em a boat\n  start_ms: 308330\n  end_ms: 310500\n- text: Let 'em sink, sometime you gotta give 'em some time and let 'em think\n  start_ms: 310500\n  end_ms: 314030\n- text: But sometime you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink\n  start_ms: 314030\n  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386470\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler\n  And I brought two of my niggas with me\n  And we about to shut the industry down\n  Ayo Weezy, let's get it poppin'\n\n  Hit me, fuck that shit, this the South Side\n  Got a fat dick when your mouth wide\n  I'm from the take-it-outside, no, do it right ya\n  No, how 'bout later on? Yeah, when everybody home\n  Look, you fuckin' with Weezy F. Baby, please say the baby\n  Ridin' with your bitch, got keys on the lady\n  Triple gold D's, Vogue tires on the whip\n  Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than a whip, yeah\n\n  Higher than a angel or hotter than the devil\n  The pot or a kettle or the metal\n  Let 'em burn like Usher but worser\n  If it's any beef, I come run like Mercer\n  Word up, Eagle Street, I'm throwin' my curb up\n  We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbet\n\n  I got flow, I'm like, \"Sure, but\"\n  If it's 'bout dough, I'm like, \"Sure 'nough\"\n  I'm from the Bird bunch\n  Birdman, J.R., you niggas bird lunch\n  I see your lips movin', but I ain't heard much\n  You see the wrist movin'? It look like pure punch\n  I hear the player hatin', but I don't endorse such\n  I got the Escalade, guts like a tour bus\n  I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup\n\n  And in the tires is where the package is gone\n  Meyers spin a Goodyear with these Firestones\n  I spit like Myers poems, poem and chromers\n  For the buyer's chromosomes, I got Somas\n  I got Vicodins, Valiums, I ain't stoppin'\n  Got powder, heroin, X, Oxycontin\n  And that's how we rockin'\n  How can you hear that bop unless I'm beboppin'?\n\n  Yeah, skip when you hear that click\n  Cash Money, nigga, I'm that shit\n  Weezy Baby, uh\n\n  That's what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  Now Fag, spit at these niggas\n  And let 'em know why they ain't fuckin' with you\n\n  You goddamn right, I'm feelin' myself\n  A chauffeur? No, sir, I'm wheelin' myself\n  Lookin' for a chick chillin' for self\n  So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killin' herself\n  I'm havin' problems dealin' with wealth\n  But you wouldn't understand it until you get a million yourself\n\n  You niggas must've got a deal for your health\n  Your CD is posin' food, it just chill on the shelf\n  I spend big, at any time, I can start splurgin'\n  The twin SIGs open chests like a heart surgeon\n  And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue-collar crook\n  But I keep a stack thick as few college books\n  I got a new polished look\n  And twenty dime bitches to show y'all niggas how my two dollars look\n  The boy got at least six digits on\n  So the gun's gotta be at least midget long\n\n  The money is like ten bridges long\n  I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on\n\n  I got some good smoke just for puffers\n  The two-gram twenties make the hustlers suffer\n\n  Plus it's fluffer than a cotton ball\n  I've gotten calls wantin' me to 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I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me, y'all\n  I work hard for the fame, the game stressin' me, y'all\n  All they do is complain, what they expect from me, y'all?\n  From the hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me, y'all\n\n  And even overseas, they acceptin' me, y'all\n\n  All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me, y'all\n  I get a lot of dirty money, so expect me to ball\n  But I'm savin' all my checks, I'm investin' 'em all\n  They say what goes up is gon' definitely fall\n  Even the stars, but success is my destiny, y'all\n\n  Look, I cook tracks, I got the recipe, y'all\n  You can't name another cat that could mess with me, y'all\n  At the shows, all the hoes be molestin' me, y'all\n  I got broads cryin', tryin' to get next to me, y'all\n  I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex with me, y'all\n  Screamin', \"Cass, you don't know how sexy you are\"\n  And I'm happy I'm alive, God blessin' me, y'all\n  And all the problems that arrive is God testin' me, y'all\n\n  So I pray every day, but I ain't prayin' too much\n  'Cause I be sinnin' every day, so I ain't prayin' enough\n  And we all could be beat, and I ain't sayin' I'm tough\n  But if it's beef, I don't speak, I ain't sayin', \"What's up?\"\n  If it's beef when we meet, then I'm sprayin' shit up\n  Brrat-brrat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that's that\n\n  'Cause that cat you embracin' with love\n\n  Might clap that gat 'cause he got hate in his blood\n  Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close\n  'Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most\n  Some cats'll hang themself if you give 'em a rope\n\n  Burn the bridge and don't give 'em a boat\n  Let 'em sink, sometime you gotta give 'em some time and let 'em think\n  But sometime you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink\n  You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink\n  I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink\n  'Cause soon as your eyes shut, them niggas'll ride up\n\n  And the 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Baby, please say the baby\nRidin' with your bitch, got keys on the lady\nTriple gold D's, Vogue tires on the whip\nYoung Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than a whip, yeah\n\nHigher than a angel or hotter than the devil\nThe pot or a kettle or the metal\nLet 'em burn like Usher but worser\nIf it's any beef, I come run like Mercer\nWord up, Eagle Street, I'm throwin' my curb up\nWe take your ice cream and turn you into sherbet\n\nI got flow, I'm like, \"Sure, but\"\nIf it's 'bout dough, I'm like, \"Sure 'nough\"\nI'm from the Bird bunch\nBirdman, J.R., you niggas bird lunch\nI see your lips movin', but I ain't heard much\nYou see the wrist movin'? 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It look like pure punch\n[01:05.54] I hear the player hatin', but I don't endorse such\n[01:08.35] I got the Escalade, guts like a tour bus\n[01:11.17] I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup\n[01:13.97] And in the tires is where the package is gone\n[01:16.24] Meyers spin a Goodyear with these Firestones\n[01:19.17] I spit like Myers poems, poem and chromers\n[01:22.37] For the buyer's chromosomes, I got Somas\n[01:25.38] I got Vicodins, Valiums, I ain't stoppin'\n[01:28.03] Got powder, heroin, X, Oxycontin\n[01:31.03] And that's how we rockin'\n[01:32.98] How can you hear that bop unless I'm beboppin'?\n[01:36.76] Yeah, skip when you hear that click\n[01:38.92] Cash Money, nigga, I'm that shit\n[01:40.97] Weezy Baby, uh\n[01:42.42] That's what I'm talkin' 'bout\n[01:44.06] Now Fag, spit at these niggas\n[01:46.00] And let 'em know why they ain't fuckin' with you\n[01:47.97] You goddamn right, I'm feelin' myself\n[01:50.43] A chauffeur? No, sir, I'm wheelin' myself\n[01:53.06] Lookin' for a chick chillin' for self\n[01:55.06] So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killin' herself\n[01:58.91] I'm havin' problems dealin' with wealth\n[02:00.89] But you wouldn't understand it until you get a million yourself\n[02:04.93] You niggas must've got a deal for your health\n[02:07.02] Your CD is posin' food, it just chill on the shelf\n[02:10.17] I spend big, at any time, I can start splurgin'\n[02:13.42] The twin SIGs open chests like a heart surgeon\n[02:16.43] And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue-collar crook\n[02:19.24] But I keep a stack thick as few college books\n[02:22.03] I got a new polished look\n[02:23.70] And twenty dime bitches to show y'all niggas how my two dollars look\n[02:27.59] The boy got at least six digits on\n[02:30.20] So the gun's gotta be at least midget long\n[02:33.17] The money is like ten bridges long\n[02:35.76] I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on\n[02:38.93] I got some good smoke just for puffers\n[02:41.34] The two-gram twenties make the hustlers suffer\n[02:44.34] Plus it's fluffer than a cotton ball\n[02:46.62] I've gotten calls wantin' me to put the pot in malls\n[02:49.47] But nowadays, you can't put it past 'em\n[02:51.78] I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm 'bout to throw some bullets past 'em\n[02:55.30] And the niggas in the hood keep quotin' my lines\n[02:58.34] I don't jump ship, I keep floatin' in mine\n[03:01.10] Long as I keep totin', I'm fine\n[03:03.47] I'ma have these dick suckin' niggas deep-throatin' the nine\n[03:06.86] I jumped in the England shift Benz and whipped\n[03:09.67] It's Terminator 2 chrome, the engine's dipped\n[03:12.27] I'm readin' scripts, no, not the penmanship\n[03:15.23] The box office shit, I'll box off this bitch\n[03:18.60] Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst\n[03:20.93] And still make a mil' on the first of months\n[03:23.70] These dudes be the first to front\n[03:25.62] 'Til their family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front\n[03:29.13] I'm in a top position, I can make you a proposition\n[03:32.74] I'm in the hardtop waitin' on the drop edition\n[03:35.84] The hell with the patience\n[03:37.41] I'ma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations\n[03:41.36] Yeah, it is what it is\n[03:43.18] My niggas just killed y'all, and I'ma close the casket\n[03:45.86] I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me, y'all\n[03:49.19] I work hard for the fame, the game stressin' me, y'all\n[03:52.07] All they do is complain, what they expect from me, y'all?\n[03:54.85] From the hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me, y'all\n[03:57.78] And even overseas, they acceptin' me, y'all\n[04:00.44] All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me, y'all\n[04:03.22] I get a lot of dirty money, so expect me to ball\n[04:06.22] But I'm savin' all my checks, I'm investin' 'em all\n[04:08.78] They say what goes up is gon' definitely fall\n[04:11.67] Even the stars, but success is my destiny, y'all\n[04:14.64] Look, I cook tracks, I got the recipe, y'all\n[04:17.46] You can't name another cat that could mess with me, y'all\n[04:20.26] At the shows, all the hoes be molestin' me, y'all\n[04:23.04] I got broads cryin', tryin' to get next to me, y'all\n[04:25.81] I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex with me, y'all\n[04:28.76] Screamin', \"Cass, you don't know how sexy you are\"\n[04:31.61] And I'm happy I'm alive, God blessin' me, y'all\n[04:34.38] And all the problems that arrive is God testin' me, y'all\n[04:37.33] So I pray every day, but I ain't prayin' too much\n[04:39.98] 'Cause I be sinnin' every day, so I ain't prayin' enough\n[04:42.91] And we all could be beat, and I ain't sayin' I'm tough\n[04:45.64] But if it's beef, I don't speak, I ain't sayin', \"What's up?\"\n[04:48.52] If it's beef when we meet, then I'm sprayin' shit up\n[04:51.41] Brrat-brrat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that's that\n[04:54.66] 'Cause that cat you embracin' with love\n[04:57.06] Might clap that gat 'cause he got hate in his blood\n[04:59.95] Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close\n[05:02.42] 'Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most\n[05:05.57] Some cats'll hang themself if you give 'em a rope\n[05:08.33] Burn the bridge and don't give 'em a boat\n[05:10.50] Let 'em sink, sometime you gotta give 'em some time and let 'em think\n[05:14.03] But sometime you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink\n[05:16.92] You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink\n[05:19.97] I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink\n[05:22.49] 'Cause soon as your eyes shut, them niggas'll ride up\n[05:25.40] And the guys that you trusted be gettin' you tied up\n[05:28.01] We all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave\n[05:30.92] That's why even if it's petty, I'll be ready to squeeze\n[05:33.92] But for the cheddar, the cheese, the guap, or mula\n[05:36.90] I'll pop the Ruger, send that hot shit through ya\n[05:40.09] Like booyah, that's the sound when the pound bustin'\n[05:43.06] Ooh, ahh, you'll be layin' on the ground sufferin'\n[05:45.86] Clown, it's nothin' to pull out and blast you\n[05:48.24] I try to only resort to violence if I have to\n[05:51.31] But man, niggas out here ain't playin' fair\n[05:53.67] So before the odds even, I'm leavin' 'em layin' there\n[05:56.71] And I ain't even playin', believe what I'm sayin' here\n[05:59.32] 'Cause before the shit get further, your clique get murdered\n[06:02.34] And thrown in a hole in the grass\n[06:04.14] For tryin' to play that thug role, I'll stomp a mudhole in your ass\n[06:08.31] And this Cass, nigga, I'm that sick\n[06:10.65] Full Surface, nigga, I'm that shit, bitch\n[06:26.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 6 Minutes (feat. 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Baby, please say the baby\n  start_ms: 21730\n  end_ms: 25730\n- text: Ridin' with your bitch, got keys on the lady\n  start_ms: 25730\n  end_ms: 28540\n- text: Triple gold D's, Vogue tires on the whip\n  start_ms: 28540\n  end_ms: 30970\n- text: Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than a whip, yeah\n  start_ms: 30970\n  end_ms: 34850\n- text: Higher than a angel or hotter than the devil\n  start_ms: 34850\n  end_ms: 37690\n- text: The pot or a kettle or the metal\n  start_ms: 37690\n  end_ms: 40190\n- text: Let 'em burn like Usher but worser\n  start_ms: 40190\n  end_ms: 42530\n- text: If it's any beef, I come run like Mercer\n  start_ms: 42530\n  end_ms: 45560\n- text: Word up, Eagle Street, I'm throwin' my curb up\n  start_ms: 45560\n  end_ms: 48400\n- text: We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbet\n  start_ms: 48400\n  end_ms: 51470\n- text: I got flow, I'm like, \"Sure, but\"\n  start_ms: 51470\n  end_ms: 53380\n- text: If it's 'bout dough, I'm like, \"Sure 'nough\"\n  start_ms: 53380\n  end_ms: 55510\n- text: I'm from the Bird bunch\n  start_ms: 55510\n  end_ms: 57170\n- text: Birdman, J.R., you niggas bird lunch\n  start_ms: 57170\n  end_ms: 59800\n- text: I see your lips movin', but I ain't heard much\n  start_ms: 59800\n  end_ms: 62750\n- text: You see the wrist movin'? It look like pure punch\n  start_ms: 62750\n  end_ms: 65540\n- text: I hear the player hatin', but I don't endorse such\n  start_ms: 65540\n  end_ms: 68350\n- text: I got the Escalade, guts like a tour bus\n  start_ms: 68350\n  end_ms: 71170\n- text: I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 73970\n- text: And in the tires is where the package is gone\n  start_ms: 73970\n  end_ms: 76240\n- text: Meyers spin a Goodyear with these Firestones\n  start_ms: 76240\n  end_ms: 79170\n- text: I spit like Myers poems, poem and chromers\n  start_ms: 79170\n  end_ms: 82370\n- text: For the buyer's chromosomes, I got Somas\n  start_ms: 82370\n  end_ms: 85380\n- text: I got Vicodins, Valiums, I ain't stoppin'\n  start_ms: 85380\n  end_ms: 88030\n- text: Got powder, heroin, X, Oxycontin\n  start_ms: 88030\n  end_ms: 91030\n- text: And that's how we rockin'\n  start_ms: 91030\n  end_ms: 92980\n- text: How can you hear that bop unless I'm beboppin'?\n  start_ms: 92980\n  end_ms: 96760\n- text: Yeah, skip when you hear that click\n  start_ms: 96760\n  end_ms: 98920\n- text: Cash Money, nigga, I'm that shit\n  start_ms: 98920\n  end_ms: 100970\n- text: Weezy Baby, uh\n  start_ms: 100970\n  end_ms: 102420\n- text: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  start_ms: 102420\n  end_ms: 104060\n- text: Now Fag, spit at these niggas\n  start_ms: 104060\n  end_ms: 106000\n- text: And let 'em know why they ain't fuckin' with you\n  start_ms: 106000\n  end_ms: 107970\n- text: You goddamn right, I'm feelin' myself\n  start_ms: 107970\n  end_ms: 110430\n- text: A chauffeur? No, sir, I'm wheelin' myself\n  start_ms: 110430\n  end_ms: 113060\n- text: Lookin' for a chick chillin' for self\n  start_ms: 113060\n  end_ms: 115060\n- text: So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killin' herself\n  start_ms: 115060\n  end_ms: 118910\n- text: I'm havin' problems dealin' with wealth\n  start_ms: 118910\n  end_ms: 120890\n- text: But you wouldn't understand it until you get a million yourself\n  start_ms: 120890\n  end_ms: 124930\n- text: You niggas must've got a deal for your health\n  start_ms: 124930\n  end_ms: 127020\n- text: Your CD is posin' food, it just chill on the shelf\n  start_ms: 127020\n  end_ms: 130170\n- text: I spend big, at any time, I can start splurgin'\n  start_ms: 130170\n  end_ms: 133420\n- text: The twin SIGs open chests like a heart surgeon\n  start_ms: 133420\n  end_ms: 136430\n- text: And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue-collar crook\n  start_ms: 136430\n  end_ms: 139240\n- text: But I keep a stack thick as few college books\n  start_ms: 139240\n  end_ms: 142030\n- text: I got a new polished look\n  start_ms: 142030\n  end_ms: 143700\n- text: And twenty dime bitches to show y'all niggas how my two dollars look\n  start_ms: 143700\n  end_ms: 147590\n- text: The boy got at least six digits on\n  start_ms: 147590\n  end_ms: 150200\n- text: So the gun's gotta be at least midget long\n  start_ms: 150200\n  end_ms: 153170\n- text: The money is like ten bridges long\n  start_ms: 153170\n  end_ms: 155760\n- text: I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on\n  start_ms: 155760\n  end_ms: 158930\n- text: I got some good smoke just for puffers\n  start_ms: 158930\n  end_ms: 161340\n- text: The two-gram twenties make the hustlers suffer\n  start_ms: 161340\n  end_ms: 164340\n- text: Plus it's fluffer than a cotton ball\n  start_ms: 164340\n  end_ms: 166620\n- text: I've gotten calls wantin' me to put the pot in malls\n  start_ms: 166620\n  end_ms: 169470\n- text: But nowadays, you can't put it past 'em\n  start_ms: 169470\n  end_ms: 171780\n- text: I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm 'bout to throw some bullets past 'em\n  start_ms: 171780\n  end_ms: 175300\n- text: And the niggas in the hood keep quotin' my lines\n  start_ms: 175300\n  end_ms: 178340\n- text: I don't jump ship, I keep floatin' in mine\n  start_ms: 178340\n  end_ms: 181100\n- text: Long as I keep totin', I'm fine\n  start_ms: 181100\n  end_ms: 183470\n- text: I'ma have these dick suckin' niggas deep-throatin' the nine\n  start_ms: 183470\n  end_ms: 186860\n- text: I jumped in the England shift Benz and whipped\n  start_ms: 186860\n  end_ms: 189670\n- text: It's Terminator 2 chrome, the engine's dipped\n  start_ms: 189670\n  end_ms: 192270\n- text: I'm readin' scripts, no, not the penmanship\n  start_ms: 192270\n  end_ms: 195230\n- text: The box office shit, I'll box off this bitch\n  start_ms: 195230\n  end_ms: 198600\n- text: Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst\n  start_ms: 198600\n  end_ms: 200930\n- text: And still make a mil' on the first of months\n  start_ms: 200930\n  end_ms: 203700\n- text: These dudes be the first to front\n  start_ms: 203700\n  end_ms: 205620\n- text: '''Til their family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front'\n  start_ms: 205620\n  end_ms: 209130\n- text: I'm in a top position, I can make you a proposition\n  start_ms: 209130\n  end_ms: 212740\n- text: I'm in the hardtop waitin' on the drop edition\n  start_ms: 212740\n  end_ms: 215840\n- text: The hell with the patience\n  start_ms: 215840\n  end_ms: 217410\n- text: I'ma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations\n  start_ms: 217410\n  end_ms: 221360\n- text: Yeah, it is what it is\n  start_ms: 221360\n  end_ms: 223180\n- text: My niggas just killed y'all, and I'ma close the casket\n  start_ms: 223180\n  end_ms: 225860\n- text: I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me, y'all\n  start_ms: 225860\n  end_ms: 229190\n- text: I work hard for the fame, the game stressin' me, y'all\n  start_ms: 229190\n  end_ms: 232070\n- 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shows, all the hoes be molestin' me, y'all\n  start_ms: 260260\n  end_ms: 263040\n- text: I got broads cryin', tryin' to get next to me, y'all\n  start_ms: 263040\n  end_ms: 265810\n- text: I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex with me, y'all\n  start_ms: 265810\n  end_ms: 268760\n- text: Screamin', \"Cass, you don't know how sexy you are\"\n  start_ms: 268760\n  end_ms: 271610\n- text: And I'm happy I'm alive, God blessin' me, y'all\n  start_ms: 271610\n  end_ms: 274380\n- text: And all the problems that arrive is God testin' me, y'all\n  start_ms: 274380\n  end_ms: 277330\n- text: So I pray every day, but I ain't prayin' too much\n  start_ms: 277330\n  end_ms: 279980\n- text: '''Cause I be sinnin'' every day, so I ain''t prayin'' enough'\n  start_ms: 279980\n  end_ms: 282910\n- text: And we all could be beat, and I ain't sayin' I'm tough\n  start_ms: 282910\n  end_ms: 285640\n- text: But if it's beef, I don't speak, I ain't sayin', \"What's up?\"\n  start_ms: 285640\n  end_ms: 288520\n- text: If it's beef when we meet, then I'm sprayin' shit up\n  start_ms: 288520\n  end_ms: 291410\n- text: Brrat-brrat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that's that\n  start_ms: 291410\n  end_ms: 294660\n- text: '''Cause that cat you embracin'' with love'\n  start_ms: 294660\n  end_ms: 297060\n- text: Might clap that gat 'cause he got hate in his blood\n  start_ms: 297060\n  end_ms: 299950\n- text: Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close\n  start_ms: 299950\n  end_ms: 302420\n- text: '''Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most'\n  start_ms: 302420\n  end_ms: 305570\n- text: Some cats'll hang themself if you give 'em a rope\n  start_ms: 305570\n  end_ms: 308330\n- text: Burn the bridge and don't give 'em a boat\n  start_ms: 308330\n  end_ms: 310500\n- text: Let 'em sink, sometime you gotta give 'em some time and let 'em think\n  start_ms: 310500\n  end_ms: 314030\n- text: But sometime you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink\n  start_ms: 314030\n  end_ms: 316920\n- text: You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink\n  start_ms: 316920\n  end_ms: 319970\n- text: I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink\n  start_ms: 319970\n  end_ms: 322490\n- text: '''Cause soon as your eyes shut, them niggas''ll ride up'\n  start_ms: 322490\n  end_ms: 325400\n- text: And the guys that you trusted be gettin' you tied up\n  start_ms: 325400\n  end_ms: 328010\n- text: We all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave\n  start_ms: 328010\n  end_ms: 330920\n- text: That's why even if it's petty, I'll be ready to squeeze\n  start_ms: 330920\n  end_ms: 333920\n- text: But for the cheddar, the cheese, the guap, or mula\n  start_ms: 333920\n  end_ms: 336900\n- text: I'll pop the Ruger, send that hot shit through ya\n  start_ms: 336900\n  end_ms: 340090\n- text: Like booyah, that's the sound when the pound bustin'\n  start_ms: 340090\n  end_ms: 343060\n- text: Ooh, ahh, you'll be layin' on the ground sufferin'\n  start_ms: 343060\n  end_ms: 345860\n- text: Clown, it's nothin' to pull out and blast you\n  start_ms: 345860\n  end_ms: 348240\n- text: I try to only resort to violence if I have to\n  start_ms: 348240\n  end_ms: 351310\n- text: But man, niggas out here ain't playin' fair\n  start_ms: 351310\n  end_ms: 353670\n- text: So before the odds even, I'm leavin' 'em layin' there\n  start_ms: 353670\n  end_ms: 356710\n- text: And I ain't even playin', believe what I'm sayin' here\n  start_ms: 356710\n  end_ms: 359320\n- text: '''Cause before the shit get further, your clique get murdered'\n  start_ms: 359320\n  end_ms: 362340\n- text: And thrown in a hole in the grass\n  start_ms: 362340\n  end_ms: 364140\n- text: For tryin' to play that thug role, I'll stomp a mudhole in your ass\n  start_ms: 364140\n  end_ms: 368310\n- text: And this Cass, nigga, I'm that sick\n  start_ms: 368310\n  end_ms: 370650\n- text: Full Surface, nigga, I'm that shit, bitch\n  start_ms: 370650\n  end_ms: 386470\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 386470\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler\n  And I brought two of my niggas with me\n  And we about to shut the industry down\n  Ayo Weezy, let's get it poppin'\n\n  Hit me, fuck that shit, this the South Side\n  Got a fat dick when your mouth wide\n  I'm from the take-it-outside, no, do it right ya\n  No, how 'bout later on? Yeah, when everybody home\n  Look, you fuckin' with Weezy F. Baby, please say the baby\n  Ridin' with your bitch, got keys on the lady\n  Triple gold D's, Vogue tires on the whip\n  Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than a whip, yeah\n\n  Higher than a angel or hotter than the devil\n  The pot or a kettle or the metal\n  Let 'em burn like Usher but worser\n  If it's any beef, I come run like Mercer\n  Word up, Eagle Street, I'm throwin' my curb up\n  We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbet\n\n  I got flow, I'm like, \"Sure, but\"\n  If it's 'bout dough, I'm like, \"Sure 'nough\"\n  I'm from the Bird bunch\n  Birdman, J.R., you niggas bird lunch\n  I see your lips movin', but I ain't heard much\n  You see the wrist movin'? It look like pure punch\n  I hear the player hatin', but I don't endorse such\n  I got the Escalade, guts like a tour bus\n  I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup\n\n  And in the tires is where the package is gone\n  Meyers spin a Goodyear with these Firestones\n  I spit like Myers poems, poem and chromers\n  For the buyer's chromosomes, I got Somas\n  I got Vicodins, Valiums, I ain't stoppin'\n  Got powder, heroin, X, Oxycontin\n  And that's how we rockin'\n  How can you hear that bop unless I'm beboppin'?\n\n  Yeah, skip when you hear that click\n  Cash Money, nigga, I'm that shit\n  Weezy Baby, uh\n\n  That's what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  Now Fag, spit at these niggas\n  And let 'em know why they ain't fuckin' with you\n\n  You goddamn right, I'm feelin' myself\n  A chauffeur? No, sir, I'm wheelin' myself\n  Lookin' for a chick chillin' for self\n  So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killin' herself\n  I'm havin' problems dealin' with wealth\n  But you wouldn't understand it until you get a million yourself\n\n  You niggas must've got a deal for your health\n  Your CD is posin' food, it just chill on the shelf\n  I spend big, at any time, I can start splurgin'\n  The twin SIGs open chests like a heart surgeon\n  And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue-collar crook\n  But I keep a stack thick as few college books\n  I got a new polished look\n  And twenty dime bitches to show y'all niggas how my two dollars look\n  The boy got at least six digits on\n  So the gun's gotta be at least midget long\n\n  The money is like ten bridges long\n  I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on\n\n  I got some good smoke just for puffers\n  The two-gram twenties make the hustlers suffer\n\n  Plus it's fluffer than a cotton ball\n  I've gotten calls wantin' me to put the pot in malls\n  But nowadays, you can't put it past 'em\n  I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm 'bout to throw some bullets past 'em\n  And the niggas in the hood keep quotin' my lines\n  I don't jump ship, I keep floatin' in mine\n\n  Long as I keep totin', I'm fine\n\n  I'ma have these dick suckin' niggas deep-throatin' the nine\n  I jumped in the England shift Benz and whipped\n  It's Terminator 2 chrome, the engine's dipped\n  I'm readin' scripts, no, not the penmanship\n  The box office shit, I'll box off this bitch\n\n  Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst\n  And still make a mil' on the first of months\n  These dudes be the first to front\n  'Til their family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front\n  I'm in a top position, I can make you a proposition\n  I'm in the hardtop waitin' on the drop edition\n\n  The hell with the patience\n  I'ma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations\n\n  Yeah, it is what it is\n  My niggas just killed y'all, and I'ma close the casket\n\n  I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me, y'all\n  I work hard for the fame, the game stressin' me, y'all\n  All they do is complain, what they expect from me, y'all?\n  From the hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me, y'all\n\n  And even overseas, they acceptin' me, y'all\n\n  All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me, y'all\n  I get a lot of dirty money, so expect me to ball\n  But I'm savin' all my checks, I'm investin' 'em all\n  They say what goes up is gon' definitely fall\n  Even the stars, but success is my destiny, y'all\n\n  Look, I cook tracks, I got the recipe, y'all\n  You can't name another cat that could mess with me, y'all\n  At the shows, all the hoes be molestin' me, y'all\n  I got broads cryin', tryin' to get next to me, y'all\n  I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex with me, y'all\n  Screamin', \"Cass, you don't know how sexy you are\"\n  And I'm happy I'm alive, God blessin' me, y'all\n  And all the problems that arrive is God testin' me, y'all\n\n  So I pray every day, but I ain't prayin' too much\n  'Cause I be sinnin' every day, so I ain't prayin' enough\n  And we all could be beat, and I ain't sayin' I'm tough\n  But if it's beef, I don't speak, I ain't sayin', \"What's up?\"\n  If it's beef when we meet, then I'm sprayin' shit up\n  Brrat-brrat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that's that\n\n  'Cause that cat you embracin' with love\n\n  Might clap that gat 'cause he got hate in his blood\n  Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close\n  'Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most\n  Some cats'll hang themself if you give 'em a rope\n\n  Burn the bridge and don't give 'em a boat\n  Let 'em sink, sometime you gotta give 'em some time and let 'em think\n  But sometime you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink\n  You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink\n  I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink\n  'Cause soon as your eyes shut, them niggas'll ride up\n\n  And the guys that you trusted be gettin' you tied up\n  We all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave\n  That's why even if it's petty, I'll be ready to squeeze\n  But for the cheddar, the cheese, the guap, or mula\n  I'll pop the Ruger, send that hot shit through ya\n\n  Like booyah, that's the sound when the pound bustin'\n  Ooh, ahh, you'll be layin' on the ground sufferin'\n  Clown, it's nothin' to pull out and blast you\n  I try to only resort to violence if I have to\n  But man, niggas out here ain't playin' fair\n  So before the odds even, I'm leavin' 'em layin' there\n  And I ain't even playin', believe what I'm sayin' here\n  'Cause before the shit get further, your clique get murdered\n  And thrown in a hole in the grass\n  For tryin' to play that thug role, I'll stomp a mudhole in your ass\n\n  And this Cass, nigga, I'm that sick\n  Full Surface, nigga, I'm that shit, bitch\n"}]