Get 'Em (feat. Swizz Beatz) - Dirty

[Cassidy]
 This the boy Cassidy man
 And I'm feeling like a red nose that we just let out the cage man
 I'm ready to bite one of you niggaz at any given moment
 GET 'EM!
 [Verse 1]
 My shit is the truth I get in the booth
 And start spitting like I'm missing a tooth
 You listening duke, I'm gripping the coupe, lifting the roof
 Sip the orange juice mixed with the goose
 Or shots of the yak I got gats that could lift up a moose
 Stay with a biscuit to shoot like I'm Bishop in Juice
 I get more bitches than Luke when I run the block
 Fiends scream "I Wanna Rock, I Wanna Rock Ock"
 I'm right in the curb white and the herb
 And I got a nice price on the birds you might could get served
 You come with the doe I come with the blow
 But if you don't come with the change I'm a come with them thangs
 Run up on you with the gun in the dickie
 The collar coat hold a hundred and fifty
 You wanna get busy come get me I'll bury you cats
 Cus I wife the knife and I marry my gat
 [Hook-Swizz Beats]
 Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
 Get 'em Cass
 Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
 Get 'em Cass
 Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
 Get 'em Cass
 Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
 Get 'em Cass
 [Verse 2]
 A yo my flow sick I need an antihistamine
 Both of my wrists gleam and my fist just as mean
 It's blue but it's see-through like Listerine
 I get the cream on the strip f**king with the fiends
 So go and get your team
 And I'll get 'em all smoked like a stick a nicotine or a nick of green
 And I don't talk to these hoes like I'm Mr. Bean
 I just let 'em mop me off get a Mr. Clean
 And I might pop her off if the chick is mean
 I got some stories I can tell I'll sell a chick a dream
 I'll let her sip a little liquor let her hit the green
 Then I'm a unbutton her blouse and unzip her jeans
 And merk that ass, hurt that ass
 Cass show you how to work that ass
 And I ain't with my boy Kells in the hotel no more
 I'm on the strip making sells fish scale galore
 Whore
 [Hook-Swizz Beats]
 Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
 Get 'em Cass
 Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
 Get 'em Cass
 Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
 Get 'em Cass
 Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
 Get 'em Cass
 [Verse 3]
 I'm still acting a fool packing a tool
 Went back to the dude before I was with the black and the jewels
 I don't feel right if I ain't strapped with the tool
 But give me a gat and I'm cool like the mac or the ooze
 And I'll clap at you dudes I ain't scrapping you dudes
 I'm kind of light and I ain't fighting I got ratchets to use
 I'll have cats like "Damn yo what happened to dude?"
 Listen homey if I'm hungry you'll get jacked for your food
 I'm back on the move, back on the grind
 I'm a natural born hustler I just happened to rhyme
 Who would of ever thought I'll be the cat to get signed
 But life hard to predict the shit happen sometimes
 Cats jacking my lines, taking my style
 But there ain't no perpetrators aloud
 If you die then you can't testify when I take it to trial
 You can hate it I just take it and smile
 Motherf**ker
 [Hook-Swizz Beats]
 Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
 Get 'em Cass
 Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
 Get 'em Cass
 Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
 Get 'em Cass
 Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em
 Sick 'em
 Get 'em Cass
 Get 'em Cass
 Get 'em Cass
 Sick 'em