Cassidy - B-boy stance
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Chillin' in the club in my B-Boy stance
My hoodie on wit my gun in my pants

Hook
Swizz Beats:
Chillin' in the club in my B-Boy stance
My hoodie on wit my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
I said I'm chillin' in the club in my B-Boy stance
My hoodie on wit my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death

Verse 1
Cassidy:
I'm, fresh to death dressed to impress, yes
Fresh for real, dressed to kill
I'm the best for real I was blessed with skills
The FS in my necklace ill
I'ma threat for real
I come at niggas necks for real
Try'na build my success got me stressed for real
I done gained my respect cause I'm extra real
And I'm extra fly you just extra high
If it wasn't for them drugs you'd be extra shy
Knowin' if I throw them slugs you gon' testify
F the extra shit get a extra clip
I get some extra lip just expect to die alright
I'll put a hole in ya head cause I hold bread
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran an old head
Clappin' the pound we ain't pattin' 'em the gown
And I stay strapped, man I got my gat on me now
I'm just...

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Verse 2
Cassidy:
I get it poppin' on the block like a B-Boy
If you cop a couple of rocks you get a free boy
You can take a couple of shots to get a kilo
If you try to take what I got or stick me boy
See boy, try to fuck around wit' me boy
The risk like fuckin' a bitch with no C boy
I'm a G boy
Get smoked by the three boy
Coke by the key boy
Got dope and the E boy
Me boy, I'm 'bout to take the industry over
Like for war we was meant to be soldiers
I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be HOVA
Pretend to be Big
Pretend to be Pac
Pretend to be hot
But all that pretending gon' eventually stop
And the slugs gon' eventually pop
Cause all the real thugs in the box
Or the penitentiary ox
VIP lookin' like a penitentiary block
When I'm...

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Verse 3
Cassidy:
I'm fresh to death like a million bucks
My Benz got big rims and my ceilin' lift up
Depending on how I'm feeling might be willing the truck
Either way the chicks still on my nuts
Ya know I'm saying
And I ain't playing with them niggas that be feelin' they tough
I ain't a killa but you still'll get touched
I network sweatshirt with the hood
I be stealin' the snuff
And my lil' man fillin' the dutch
While chillin' the cut
All my lean chicks feelin' my stance
Chinese spring on the jeans chicks feelin' my pants
And I got the steal in my pants
Don't grind on me
I can't dance I got the 9 on me
Heckler and Cotch mami
Fresh from the box mami
Gotcha panani wet cause I'm fresh to the sox mami
Fresh from the block mami
So I makin' it fun
See lifes a bitch but I'm makin' her cum
And I'm...

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Writers: KASSEEM DEAN , BARRY REESE

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