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Shakedown
Lyricist:Kasseem Dean, Felix Delgado
Cuban, stop playing with these niggas man, monster I told these clown niggas, you know what it is BX, stand the fuck up, y'all niggas better pull y'all razors out Have y'all security wear y'all vests, whatever, whatever It's a shakedown, anything can get laid down in the way (New York City)
Get run over with trucks and all that, fuck 'em, ladies and gentlemen They don't want no problems They don't want no problems They don't want no problems
Yo, it's the Bronx most wanted, word to Pun It's the best that ever done it Better run it, or I'ma pump a hundred in your stomach, never running Coming, I'm gunning for the love of money Rough, rugged and raw, fourth down, suggest you punt it
So, I'm on it like Tony Montana, slip on the banana Clip and cock the hammer to split open your bandana Living the life of glamor with a mansion in Havana Cameras and scanners 'cause I'm not trying to see the slammer
I plan to make more pesos than Tony did with the ye, yo Y'all phoney pendejos, will get K-Oed, so I suggest that you lay low 'Cause I'ma rock your cradle for that payroll Put the hot potato in the glock And burn out your lucky charms out to playdough
Fatal blows, ain't no saving you from rocking that halo Ain't no fucking with us, it's like drugs, you say no Laying it down, either ride a wave and then drown Misbehave and get found in the grave underground, shake 'em down
Throw your hands in the air, this is a shakedown CLK up in here, I'm about to blaze rounds And we ain't going nowhere, we gon' break ground Took what I can take now, I'm here to shut the place down
Yeah, we taking it there, and you'll get laid down Haters better beware, nobody safe now We got 'em running they scared, about to breakdown No way you'll escape now, nigga it's a shakedown
I'm on the road to the riches, focused on digits No more hoping on wishes Never mix business and pleasure, the code is dough over bitches Hands so vicious, know I'ma blow like the motion picture Loading the clips up, fuck love, my slugs gon' getcha
Stuck to the scripture, hustled up from nothing to richer Me and my niggas apply the pressure like boa constrictors We not gon' switch up, bubbling like coats in the winter They still in the sentra, rolling with the Coke in the fender
It's all an adventure, remember no retreat, no surrender You wanna enter my center, you gotta paga mi renta Puro Cubano del ochenta, all I need is a banger To give you a muerte lenta like Emilio Ravenga
And I'll be gone till November, got plans to bank mills I can't stand still, gotta expand and branch bills That's the grand thrill, keep my hands on the steel Never ran, never will, real recognize real Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Throw your hands in the air, this is a shakedown CLK up in here, I'm about to blaze rounds And we ain't going nowhere, we gon' break ground Took what I can take now, I'm here to shut the place dow
Yeah, we taking it there, and you'll get laid down Haters better beware, nobody safe now We got 'em running they scared, about to breakdown No way you'll escape now, nigga it's a shakedown
Yo, it's the Spanish Casanova living lavish, 24 Karat Toke a fucking marriage, in Paris We talking parrots on my shoulders, hold up They mad all over 'cause Cuban is taking over
I thought I told ya I'm doper than Coke without the baking soda Drunk or sober, jump out the rover, fold you with a crowbar Throw a rope around your neck and do what Sosa did to Omar So far, my repertoire get respect in no parts
Like Joan of Arc in Quitona Park brawling till dark It's Cuban Link from the start, till I come across God No holds barred, most niggas got balls but no heart Oh God, like Humphrey, smoking cigars living comfy Only in America, you gotta love this country
I'm hungry, I want the bag of money from the chump Act funny if you want and be that dummy in the trunk Who wanna run with the Don Dada, nigga come holla From the Bronx where they gun down punks for one dollar
Throw your hands in the air, this is a shakedown CLK up in here, I'm about to blaze rounds And we ain't going nowhere, we gon' break ground Took what I can take now, I'm here to shut the place down
Yeah, we taking it there, and you'll get laid down Haters better beware, nobody safe now We got 'em running they scared, about to breakdown No way you'll escape now, nigga it's a shakedown
It's a shakedown and you'll get laid down nobody safe now About to break down, no way you'll escape now, nigga it's a shakedown
Nobody safe up in this motherfucker, word up Too many years of blood, sweat and tears We bout to claim ours, you know how we do it CLK my nigga, word up, Swizz you know how the fuck we get down baby
South boogie down all around New York This how we do it for real, you heard We about to pop it off, no more games being played (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em, talk to 'em) (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
It's for real (Cuban stop playing with these niggas) Swizz Beatz, oh no they don't want no problems (They don't want no problems) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, CLK, yeah (I had to pull out the Ol' school drums)
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