Lyrics of 'Body Bags' by Cassidy

I got my hand on my damn cock
And i coped a gun so big it could probubly kill handcock
I aint a rat, me talkin to the damn cops
Is like lewis fericon eatin hamhocks

Imma gorilla but im slicker than a damn fox
Been cool since pre-school playin in the sand box
Imma hustla i used to hand tha gram na'
I can stand on the corner sellin gram after gram ha'

And no im not from japan ha'
It just look like its asian in me
Cuz i keep the hasian in me
I been in jail, i got a couple 100 dayz in me
But i still keep the ak and the razor wit me

I ball hard so other ballers is afraid to stick me
Cuz if i get fouled ill probubly shoot the teck
And you can be the next nigga ill shoot to def
I wild-out,but if i foul out ill shoot the ref

Im happy when im in the coupe' but the roof depressed
Cuz i always put them down the trunk is where i put them now
I got doe, ever since 0 put a pound in my hand
I been the man, you should put the crown on my dome

Im on the phone havin conference callz wit millionare "yeah" looked
What i accomplished ya'll
And i aint tryna take a life i got a contience ya'll
Plus the cops send you ^ north like the compass ya'll

I was 17 living out in yanker ya'll
Signed to ruffriders wit a flow that was bonkers ya'll
I can even lie, you can bmy, you can ask swiss too, sb and kiss too
You can ask dmx, the female pitt 2 and they'll let you know

All the battles i had to get threw
You can ask dragon sheek about how i had to eat
Thousands of muffuckaz, yup, man i had the streets
But aint no money in battlin'

And i had to eat
I can spit reckless but i had to make a hit record
And now i make hit record after hit record and i make
Chicks get naked like this check it

I juss lick my lips on some ll shit
And make em' laugh on some david chappelle shit
And they be on some lets go to the hotel shit
And i give em' hard dick on some just got out of jail shit

The innocent man, been in the can
And i neva made a statement never been on the stand
And its all about the benjamins man...real talk
And you dude cant walk in my timbalands man

And m y sneeks dont fit you the streets dont fuck wit you
And i sip champain
And i throw back shots

And smoke pot the color of a apple jacks box
I rap but i sold crack rocks
And had the block jumpin like the frogs on the honey smacks box
You digg em"....body bags!!!!!!!!!