The Problem vs. The Hustla - Cassidy: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

The Problem vs. The Hustla

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Hip-Hop/Rap

The Problem vs. The Hustla was released on June 28, 2005 by J Records as a part of the album I'm a Hustla

Song Details

AlbumI'm a Hustla

Release DateJune 28, 2005

LabelJ Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM89

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Cassidy

Performer

DJ OnPoint

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Barry Reese

Composer

Shatek King

Composer

Vince DiCola

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Shatek

Producer

TP

Recording Engineer

Erk

Assistant Engineer

Chris Theis

Mixing Engineer

Brian Lodato

Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Ladies and gentleman

I'd like to welcome y'all here tonight

You all are about to witness one of the greatest battles

To ever go down in Hip-Hop

In this corner, I'd like to introduce

Cassidy, the problem

[Verse 2]

It's the problem, bitch

[Verse 3]

And in that corner

Cassidy, the hustla

[Verse 4]

It's the hustler, ask about me

[Verse 5]

Battlers, to the center of the ring

I want a nice clean battle

I don't want you spitting

None of that shit you was spitting last week, last month

I want it off the top of the head

I don't want your man ad-libbing your shit

I don't want your man ad-libbing your shit

Touch mics, let's go

[Verse 6]

I'm in the zone boy, and I got the chrome boy

I'll have blood gushing out your dome on your homeboy

I'm a threat, see, you should have left me alone, boy

I'm real to the chromosome

You a clone boy

Chicks get bone, I'm known for getting dome boy

Probably got your baby mom's number in my phone, boy

And if I hitting the clique up, dick sucks

Had your bitch in the telly throwin' her six up

Yeah we made her lick nuts then hop on the six bus

After this is over they gon' say it was fixed up

They gon' be like, he cheated, that's why he beated

I've been in wild battles and won, I'm undefeated

The punch lines that I put on the streets

Even made Freeway say, put on a beat

Only the strong prevail, I know but a shell

Make him yell like hoes when I perform hotel

[Verse 7]

Woah, woah, woah

Break it up, break it up

Battlers, back to your corners

[Verse 8]

Look kid, I told you this shit wasn't gonna be easy

[Verse 9]

It ain't gonna be hard

[Verse 10]

I told you this kid was a problem

He's not fuckin' with you though

[Verse 11]

He ain't no problem, man

[Verse 12]

I need you to get in there

Hit 'em with those punch-lines, those metaphors

You gotta make sure your flow, your delivery

You gotta make sure all that's on point

Hurt his feelings, bite his head off

[Verse 13]

Listen to this

All that lip will get you and your man bodied

I'm the man, you a bitch in a man's body

You a disgrace, who wrote your shit, Mase?

Your album wasn't nothing like the shit on the mix tapes

First you was hustling, bustin' them shells

Then you went commercial to get a couple of sells

That's what you got, a couple of sells

And you prolly wouldn't of sold loads if it wasn't for Kells

Well, you was crazy man, with the punch line flow

But now you the ladies man, where the punch lines go?

Yo, it don't get no better

You was smiling Chi-town stepping but ain't get no cheddar

If you a star, I'm a galaxy ****

One verse'll merk all your personalities, ****

You garbage, and ain't nothin' trash about me

I'm the hustler, motherfucker

Ask about me

Ask about me, pussy

[Verse 14]

Oh shit, break it up, break it up

Back to your corners

This is the last round

I want y'all both to spit eight bars a piece

No more than eight bars

Cassidy, the problem, I want you to go first

Then Cassidy, the hustla, I want you to go next

You ready?

Get in

[Verse 15]

I got shit on lock

Like I'm constipated, you will get abominated

I ain't lyricist of the year, but I was nominated

Where your strip at, you ain't hustling ****

That track would have been wack if it wasn't for Jigga

I am a ladies man, chicks loving a ****

But I still put a slug in the ****

Real funny, I went gold, but I get money on the road

And I own a hundred percent of my publishing ****

[Verse 16]

Ok, ok, ok, that's it, that's it

Cassidy the hustler, you ready?

It's your turn, eight bars

Let's go

[Verse 17]

You don't really want the drama ****

You'll take more shots in your face then Madonna, ****

You get ate, I'm like Dahmer ****

You don't battle, you make songs for the chicks like Mashonda, ****

The best is me, I got stripes like a referee

And coke comin' in on boats like a refugee

You should switch flows ****, your shit gold

When I drop, I'ma shit more than your shit sold, ****

[Verse 18]

That's it, that's it, that's it, it's over, it's over

We have a winner

The new heavyweight freestyle champion of the world

Cassidy, the hustla

[Verse 19]

Yeah, it is what it is, don't act surprise

[Verse 20]

Okay kid, what are you plannin' on doing after this victory?

[Verse 21]

I mean, you know, I'm gonna keep gettin money, keep hustlin'

Keep doin' what I do, and if you bastards doubt me

Written by: Barry Reese, Shatek King, Vince DiCola

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