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Shook Hands

HA!HA!
(See I love shit)

You see what the problem is these's bitches dont know me poke theses got damn 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 Quiet Storm
don't come 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 bum bitches conceited? please!
up careers they pleaded
face it bitch ya done there (echo you there)
back you had ya run there
as far as the bitches gettin busy I'm number 1
yeah!

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

(Verse 2)
make me put a hit out tikitack
these rappin' spit out
put your self in a sticky and GET OUT!
or die if they my niggas then im stickin with them
any rats we gonna kiss them like my did them Uh!

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

(Verse 3)
Never thought niggas would {aint this 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 in Brooklyn
cross Bridge tuck ya goods in
Niggas get shot, up & get bucked (yeah!)
you bitches aint got a dollar, go get fucked
for rent money, too much mileage is no good
I mean I fucked around, but you fucked the WHOLE
you still boostin' running round wit' credit Kim like Cleo about to set it off, and let it off (BLAWW!!)

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

(Verse 4)

Order marble for all you
Richy, Rich-McCaully (Kim)
bitches I pay the cost , whole life I 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 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 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 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
Aint no Hands in Brooklyn
croos that Bridge your goods in
get shot locked down wear im from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run!

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