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Shook Lyrics

HA!HA!
(See I this shit)

You see what the problem is 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 their own skin
no matter how you try you could be Kim

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

Aint no Shook in Brooklyn
cross that Bridge ya goods in
like the 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 in a sticky sitiuation and GET OUT!
or die if they my niggas then im stickin with them
any rats we gonna kiss them my nigga did them Uh!

x2
Aint no Hands in Brooklyn
cross Bridge tuck ya goods in
niggas get shot 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 niggas scared of
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
a nigga out for every thing while he laid up GIMME THAT!

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

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

(Verse 4)

Order for all you broads
Richy, Caulk (Kim)
bitches I pay the cost , whole life I took care of my dogs until the indictment everbody aint stand tall, 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 cross that bridge tuck ya in
gangsta in my skirt straight eight in my purse all you bitches get murcked and 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 down im from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run!

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