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Shook Lyrics

HA!HA!
(See I this shit)

You see what the problem is these's bitches dont know me poke 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 own skin
no how you try you could never be Kim

(Verse 1)
Take it back to that Quiet
don't come without firearm
4 alarm I blaze bitches with 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 pleaded
face it bitch ya done there (echo you there)
back 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
like the of Harlem 'cept its BK way
makin sure niggas eat day

(Verse 2)
Don't make me put a hit out
these always spit out
put your self in a sitiuation and GET OUT!
ride or die if they my then im stickin with them
any rats we gonna them like my nigga did them Uh!

x2
Aint no Shook in Brooklyn
cross that Bridge ya goods in
get shot locked down wear I'm from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run

(Verse 3)
Never thought niggas would tell {aint this a bitch} ass scared of jail
FED C.O.'s me head in my cell
makin my bid go easy recieve
at my best, skin 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 out for every thing while he laid up GIMME THAT!

Aint no Shook Hands in
cross that Bridge tuck ya in
Niggas get shot, stabbed up & get (yeah!)
you broke bitches aint got a dollar, go get
for your rent money, too mileage is no good
I mean I around, but you fucked the WHOLE HOOD
you bitches still boostin' running round wit' Kim like Cleo about to set it off, and let it off (BLAWW!!)

Aint no Hands in Brooklyn
that Bridge tuck your goods in
niggas get shot, down wear I'm from,
stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you run

(Verse 4)

marble for all you broads
Richy, Rich-McCaully (Kim)
bitches I pay the cost , whole life I took care of my dogs the indictment everbody aint stand tall, thats when the bullshit start and the team fell 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 in Brooklyn cross that bridge tuck ya goods 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 around 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 Bridge tuck your goods in
niggas get shot locked down wear im from stick ups to shoot outs niggas you better run!

Run! run! run!------------{fin}