Ca$his

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• Titre : County Hound ( Intro)
• Album : The County Hound EP
• Année : 2007

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• Titre : That Nigga A Gangsta (prod. by
• Album : The County Hound EP
• Année : 2007

Paroles :

[Intro: Ca$his]
Shady Records own, bogus boy
Ca$his, it's Ca$his nigga, ah-ha ha
I'm here, right back on y'all, nigga
Blocc Boyz, what the bid'ness is, nigga
Seven-fo', let's go!

[Ca$his:]
In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy
I'm tryna get with the bid'ness so where the bitches be
When I flick the Vogues, I'ma get the hoes
In a seven-fo' Lincoln black, two do's
Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca$his
If a nigga look wrong you gon' let him have it
Say, what's your name? What kind of set you claim?
I'm seven-fo' now; tell me, do you bang?
We ain't ask about your mayne, cause he ain't here with us
And we both know that we about to fuck
You see my limo tint, but they can't see you bitch
Go and pull out my dick, and put your mouth on it
If you don't do it now, you'll never get the chance
If you ain't puttin out bitch, make other plans
I still keep my money in a rubber band
with the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand

[Chorus x2: Ca$his]
You see them niggaz runnin, you see my spinnin drum and
You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta
Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds
And e'ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta

[Ca$his:]
Seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin 'caine
And a sip of purp', I'm hurtin on my drank
I've been doin work, you know about my gang
You want me you can find me wherever that you hang
I got a bigger dick, plus I'm fly as shit
You've seen me with your bitch, cause I got benefits
I'm a militant, AWOL lyricist
Your face menstruates when I clap-clap, period
I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack nigga
Shady Records in your mouth, take that nigga
Em I never leave, forever got your back
And e'ry soldier in my squad feel like that
Gangsta disciple, you motherfuckers know
You should've killed me, a long time ago
I'm a regular ev-ery day psycho
Hat to the right on sight wherever I go

[Chorus]

[Ca$his:]
I've been provin this, for a long time
And e'ry line that I write, is all mine
See me walkin a straight line in daytime
But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times
Livin life, in the California sunshine
But I'm the only star out, in the nighttime
Flagged up, knowin suckers ain't gon' like - I'm
makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine
Took the West over, I'm the real king
You don't believe me, fuck you, kill me
I don't fear none of y'all, meet a real G
Come against me, pussy nigga you will see
When you awake, and you still sleep
You dead you lil' pussy boy, feel me
You said you was gon' muh'fuckin kill me?
But you bled, guess you ain't that real, G
Screech

[Chorus]

[Outro: Ca$his]
That nigga a gangsta nigga
You stupid ass niggaz don't know what a spinnin drum is?
That's a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you
Your face, your back, your chest
It don't matter to me nigga, and that's real
I got guns nigga, I got money nigga
I got riders, what the fuck you gon' do to me?
I got guns nigga, I got money nigga
I got riders, what the fuck you gon' do to me?
Nuttin, Shady Records own, bogus boy
Ca$his, King Mathers!
It's brought to you, by the great King Mathers
I'm out, let's go! [echoes]

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• Titre : Gun Rule (prod. by Eminem)
• Album : The County Hound EP
• Année : 2007

Paroles :

Walkin, with a semi cocked,
Flick down any block,
Get cash plenty drop or getting shot,
Went to war with the cops, you reach for what I got,
Treat you like Singapore, swing a sword, you are chopped,
Picture me pistol fling, look at me, look at me,
And realize aint none a yall as hood as me.
that's on everything, take six to ya frame,
You son caught strays, he gon die any day,
Try and act brave, tell the law my name,
I bet your family wont live to see another day,
There is no other way, you hearing what I say,
I got paper now, I can fight the case,

Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule,

Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule,

Like Iraq, C-4 in back packs,
You can pull straps but you cant match that,
Thought you was hard as shit bitch,
Why you let em snitch?
Put the gun in ya hand now we can settle it,
Put it up to his head, I cant do it for ya,
You be the trigger man, kill your own brother,
See how it feels when he drops and he bleeds,
I handed you heat, it was your option to squeeze,
Drop to your knees, look at me and believe,
There's only one way to get out of this thing,
Barrel aimed at your face, cocked back fired straight,
Now release neither one of us to catch a murder case

Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule,

Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule,

Flyin down the 5, flicked out getting high,
Jump off from Lincoln, roll through Anaheim,
Rush of a homicide, races through my mind
I commit any crime, any where any time,
Stick niggas for their shine yeah,
You been on the grind yeah,
Take the jury off and pass it to me its mine,
Cohort, Me and my cohorts on codeine,
Conspiring, rioting, robbin niggas for more cream.
Step on work, eighth by eighth,
Six points off a quarter nigga stretch that cake,
I aint chillin on the corner, ya phone and ya order,
For 8 balls and up, I aint holdin nothing shorter, yeah.

Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule,

Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule

Ca$his de son vrai nom Ramone Johnson nait en 1980 dans les banlieue malfamé de Los Angeles intégrand la EP gang les plus horrible des années 90 il fit c'est premier pas dans la musique avec Lil'wayne et Plies avec son Groupe Ca$h Money se groupe commence en 1993 et se fini dans les années 2000 par une grande dispute entre Lil'wayne et Ca$his pour une histoire de création de label au nom du groupe proposé par Lil'wayne CA$his refusa et le groupe se sépara.
Ca$his lui du régler des compte avec sa ex bande la EP mais malheuresement eux aussi ne l'avait pas oublier Le
principal lider Ms Jenkins ordonna a sa bande d'assinné ses parents.Une fois les parents de Ca$his mort,Ca$his voulu se vanger il la fait en se déffendant en lançant un couteau qui rattéri dans le crane de ms jenkins ca$his fut condanner a 20 de prison pour se geste de soit disant ligitime défence. Mais un beau jour au bout de 5 ans de prison un certain Eminem paya sa cotion car il entandit des chant de blouse ke ca$his chantait il le fait connaître au grand publique internatinale dans l'album The RE-UP surtout avec la chanson "you don't know"
Puis en 2007 Eminem sort le premier album De Ca$his "The county hound EP (cette album fait réfférence a toute sa vie) puis Eminem fait de Ca$his un membre de sa bande La Shady record désormais qui résident a San francisco.

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• Titre : Ms. Jenkins
• Album : The County Hound EP
• Année : 2007

Paroles :

A lot of tears shed over what you been through,
A mothers pain pays, for what her kid do,
As Bryan life fades, in the rear view,
You a slave to hurt, but gotta see it through,
We was both banging, Bryan and I,
Different neighborhoods so we chose different sides,
Confrontation in the street, so we had to ride,
I wanted to fight, his pride felt I had to die,
He screamed 187, I say I never hide,
You know where Im at boy I aint hard to find,
A couple weeks went by, we passin time,
He seen me in the alley with his niggas, I
Was just dealin off carry, then I seen the nine,
Then I heard a shot, he just kept firen,
I started runnin, duckin, now Im hidin,
The whole time conscience of my own homicide in,
I got away click click in the nick of time,
His clip drop down, he start signifyin,
You a bitch Cash run with ya bitch ass,
Heard sirens, then I heard him hit the gas,
Right then, I knew your son wouldn't last,
I said to myself folk, I gotta kill his ass,
Roll through my apartment hit the building fast,
Gun outta my closet, hit the stick and dash
Put the strap in my pocket my mission I saw em,
Down the block sittin back sippin yack,
I walked up like, whats the business fam,
He started death in the eyes, then he shook his head,
The broad he was with shook as fuck,
Put the barrel to his head, buck buck buck,
He fell to the ground, grass covered in blood,
Ill probably go to hell for what I did to your son,
I walked off slowly, bugged, I aint run,
Its been five years, and though its never over,
He left me no choice, I offer you closure,
He left me no choice, I offer you closure.

Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son,

Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms Jenkins, I murdered your son,

Dear mama, if you getting this letter, Im dead,
Im sorry if you getting this letter,
Wait, Im sorry I didn't live a little better
My own selfish will wouldn't send you this letter,
See, I had my hat cocked on the wrong spot,
I threw the right sign up on the wrong block,
Blow blow blow Ramone shot,
Fuck cashis momma, ramone shot,
It started as a fight, on a distant night,
But evolved to homicide, pistols tight
We still, grieve over your brother,
Now you grieve over your son what the fuck
He squad me up, this my hood,
Some nigga named cashis from Chris's hood,
Hes supposed to came back with iron I aint scared,
Yes I am momma, I don't wanna be dead,
But I cant run, too late to try and change it,
Born as your son but dyin as a banger
When my name gets discussed for entertainment,
Never share this letter with a stranger, please,

Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son,

Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms Jenkins, I murdered your son,

Dear Bryan, its cashis I cant sleep,
I had to bang you before you bang me,
Just like I blame you, You can blame me,
We both gave up our lives for banging,
We didn't know each other, but shared the same hate,
Your death is my life, so we share the same fate,
This aint what banging was for, killin for nothin,
Your death gave me karma, for the death of my woman,
Im tryin at make amends cause within Im cruel,
But outside Im hard, my friends don't know,
Im sorry I killed you, I know it don't mean shit,
We both coulda stopped, if we only seen shit,
Happens for a reason we don't even know,
When we leave hear, do you know where you goin,
I send my apologies through a song,
Maybe we can reconcile when Im gone.

Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son,

Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love,
Hi, Im Cashis, I murdered your son,
Im closing the chapter on what has begun,
Dear Ms Jenkins, I murdered your son