Can’t Fade Me Cassidy (Ft. FerQuan & Nas)

[Intro: Nas]
Yea, hehe. Don Quan
Original God's Son, Nas
That nigga Cass rules, whattup baby

[Chorus: Quan]
Y'all niggas is crazy (to think)
Y'all niggas can't fade me (trick these)
From the bottom to the top, from the booth to the block
Anyway I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got
Y'all haters can't hold me (no way)
And y'all don't want what's on me (pointed your way)
So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life how I live it
And whips I be whippin', smokin' on that exquisite

[Verse 1: Nas]
In the crib, two bricks of coke, liquor and dope
Pretty Hawaiian bitches who eat choch and deep throat
Same niggas that get down, remember them
California style, yeah I went back again
But much wiser, 'cause these guys are
Leave you up shits creek and won't lose sleep
So while we pack the heat, I got the Heckler and Koch
My man got the dot, five-oh block
It's like the movie Shottas niggas watch, but the American version
East coast, west coast, when we connect it's curtains
'Cause we ain't scared to buck, step on the Timbs and Chucks
Is gonna happen, gun clappin', remember that?
Now we on the southern part of the map
Houston, party of the year, everybody there
Texas, no guest list, only real players allowed
Me and my dudes make out rounds, y'all must be crazy