Shook Lyrics
HA!HA! (See I this shit)
You see what the problem is these's bitches dont know me theses got damn Ho's here we go agin its time to let it go we bout to phone it in you bitches aint comfortable in their own skin no matter how you try you never be Kim
(Verse 1) Take it back to Quiet Storm come without your firearm 4 alarm blaze I blaze bitches that 1-2 gauge put them in the box, in the grave broke, cut it or it how yall bum bitches please! washed up careers they face it bitch ya done (echo you done there) lean you had ya run there as far as the gettin busy I'm number 1 here yeah!
Aint no Hands in Brooklyn cross that Bridge tuck ya in the Queen of Harlem 'cept its BK way makin niggas eat every day
(Verse 2) Don't make me put a hit out these rappin' spit out put your self in a sitiuation and GET OUT! ride or die if they my niggas then im stickin with any rats we gonna kiss like my nigga did them Uh!
x2 Aint no Hands in Brooklyn that Bridge tuck ya goods in niggas get shot locked down I'm from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run
(Verse 3) Never thought niggas would tell {aint a bitch} ass niggas scared of jail FED C.O.'s me head in my cell my bid go easy recieve mail back at my best, tight dress nigga Its Sharks in the water come git your vest or get ate up A's to the S's we K'd up wipe a nigga out for every thing while he laid up THAT!
Aint no Shook Hands in cross that Bridge tuck ya in Niggas get shot, up & get bucked (yeah!) you broke aint got a dollar, go get fucked for your rent money, too mileage is no good I mean I fucked around, but you fucked the HOOD you bitches still boostin' running round wit' credit Kim like Cleo to set it off, and let it off (BLAWW!!)
Aint no Shook in Brooklyn cross Bridge tuck your goods in niggas get shot, locked down I'm from, stick ups turn to outs niggas you better run
(Verse 4)
Order for all you broads Richy, Rich-McCaully (Kim) bitches I pay the cost , whole life I took care of my dogs until the indictment everbody aint stand tall, thats when the bullshit start and the team apart and you find out the bitches is the one's with the heart HO ass niggas scared of a punk ass bid, still wind up gettin pocked thats what ya PUNK ASS get SNITCH!
Aint no Shook Hands in Brooklyn cross that bridge tuck ya in gangsta in my skirt straight eight in my purse all you bitches get murcked and peace lay in the dirt, all you clowns lay around the way wit dem hope you aint when them rounds get sprayed at them (BLAWW!) K-I-M its the way I am the way I play you Ho's weren't bread this way BK! BK
(chorus)x2 no Shook Hands in Brooklyn croos that tuck your goods in niggas get shot locked wear im from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run!
Run! run! run!------------{fin}