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Shook Lyrics

HA!HA!
(See I this shit)

You see the problem is these's 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 never be Kim

(Verse 1)
Take it back to that Storm
come without your firearm
4 alarm I blaze bitches with that 1-2 gauge
put in the box, in the grave broke, cut it or weed it
how bum bitches conceited? please!
washed up they pleaded
face it bitch ya there (echo you done there)
lean back you had ya run
as far as the bitches gettin busy I'm 1 here
yeah!

Aint no Hands in Brooklyn
cross that Bridge tuck ya in
like the Queen of 'cept its BK way
makin niggas eat every day

(Verse 2)
Don't make me put a hit out
these rappin' always out
put your self in a sitiuation and GET OUT!
ride or die if my niggas then im stickin with them
any rats we gonna kiss them my nigga did them Uh!

x2
Aint no Shook in Brooklyn
cross that Bridge tuck ya in
get shot locked down wear I'm from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas 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 recieve mail
back at my best, skin tight nigga
Its Sharks in the water come git life vest
or get ate up A's to the S's we K'd up
wipe a nigga out for every while he laid up GIMME THAT!

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

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

(Verse 4)

marble for all you broads
Richy, Rich-McCaully (Kim)
bitches I pay the cost , whole life I took care of my 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 aint around when them rounds get sprayed at (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 Shook Hands in
croos that tuck your goods in
niggas get shot locked down wear im from stick ups turn to shoot outs you better run!

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