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Shook Hands

HA!HA!
(See I love shit)

You see what the problem is these's bitches dont 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 how you try you could never be Kim

(Verse 1)
Take it to that Quiet Storm
don't without your firearm
4 alarm blaze I blaze with that 1-2 gauge
put them in the box, in the grave broke, cut it or it
how yall bum bitches please!
up careers they 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 Shook in Brooklyn
that Bridge tuck ya goods in
like the 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!
or die if they my niggas then im stickin with them
any rats we gonna them like my nigga did them Uh!

x2
Aint no Shook in Brooklyn
that 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 would 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 tight dress
Its Sharks in the come git your life vest
or get ate up A's to the S's we K'd up
wipe a nigga out for every thing while he up GIMME THAT!

Aint no Shook in Brooklyn
cross that Bridge ya goods in
get shot, stabbed up & get bucked (yeah!)
you broke bitches aint got a dollar, go get
for your rent money, too much is no good
I mean I fucked around, but you fucked the WHOLE
you bitches boostin' running round wit' credit 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, locked down I'm from,
stick ups to shoot outs niggas you better run

(Verse 4)

Order for all you broads
Richy, Caulk (Kim)
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 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 Hands 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 when them rounds get sprayed at them (BLAWW!) its the way I am the way I play you Ho's weren't bread this way BK! BK

(chorus)x2
Aint no Shook 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}