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Shook Hands

HA!HA!
(See I love shit)

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

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

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

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

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

(Verse 3)
Never thought niggas would tell this a bitch} ass niggas scared of jail
FED C.O.'s givin me in my cell
my bid go easy recieve mail
back at my best, skin tight dress
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 while he laid up GIMME THAT!

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

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