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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 could be Kim

(Verse 1)
Take it back to that Quiet
don't come without your
4 alarm I blaze bitches with that 1-2 gauge
put them in the box, in the grave broke, cut it or it
how bum bitches conceited? please!
washed up they pleaded
face it bitch ya done (echo you done there)
back you had ya run there
as far as the bitches gettin I'm number 1 here
yeah!

Aint no Hands in Brooklyn
cross that Bridge ya goods in
the Queen of Harlem 'cept its BK way
makin sure eat every day

(Verse 2)
Don't make me put a hit out
these rappin' always out
put your self in a sticky 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 Shook Hands in
cross that Bridge ya goods in
niggas get shot locked down wear I'm from stick ups turn to shoot outs you better run

(Verse 3)
Never thought niggas tell {aint this a bitch} ass niggas scared of jail
FED C.O.'s me head in my cell
makin my bid go easy mail
back at my best, skin dress nigga
Its Sharks in the water git your life vest
or get ate up A's to the S's we K'd up
a nigga out for every thing while he laid up GIMME THAT!

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

Aint no Hands in Brooklyn
cross Bridge tuck your goods in
get shot, locked down wear I'm from,
stick ups turn to shoot outs 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 fell apart and you find out the bitches is the 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 get murcked and peace lay in the dirt, all you clowns lay around the way wit dem hope you aint around 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 Bridge your goods in
niggas get shot locked wear im from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run!

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