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Cuban, stop playing with these niggas man, monster, |
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I told these clown niggas, you know what it is, |
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BX, stand the fuck up, y'all niggas better pull y'all razors out, |
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Have y'all security wear y'all vests, whatever, whatever, |
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It's a shakedown, anything can get laid down in the way (New York City) |
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Get run over with trucks and all that, fuck em, ladies and gentlemen |
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They don't want no problems (3x) |
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(verse one) |
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Yo it's the Bronx most wanted, word to Pun, it's the best that ever done it, |
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Better run it, or I'ma pump a hundred in your stomach, never running, |
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Coming, I'm gunning for the love of money, |
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Rough, rugged and raw, fourth down, suggest you punt it, |
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So I'm on it like Tony Montana, slip on the banana, |
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Clip and cock the hammer to split open your bandana, |
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Living the life of glamour with a mansion in Havana, |
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Cameras and scanners cause I'm not trying to see the slammer, |
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I plan to make more pesos than Tony did with the yeyo, |
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Y'all phoney pendejos, will get K-Oed, so I suggest that you lay low, |
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Cause I'ma rock your cradle for that payroll, |
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Put the hot potato in the glock, and burn out your lucky charms out to playdough |
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Fatal blows, ain't no saving you from rocking that halo |
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Ain't no fucking with us, it's like drugs, you say no, |
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Laying it down, either ride a wave and then drown, |
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Misbehave and get found in the grave underground, shake em down |
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(Chorus) |
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Throw your hands in the air, this is a shakedown, |
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CLK up in here, I'm about to blaze rounds, |
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And we ain't going nowhere, we gon break ground, |
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Took what I can take now, I'm here to shut the place down, |
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Yeah we taking it there, and you'll get laid down, |
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Haters better beware, nobody safe now,* |
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We got em running they scared, about to breakdown |
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No way you'll escape now, nigga it's a shakedown |
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(verse two) |
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I'm on the road to the riches, focused on digits, no more hoping on wishes,* |
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Never mix business and pleasure, the code is dough over bitches, |
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Hands so vicious, know I'ma Blow like the motion picture, |
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Loading the clips up, fuck love, my slugs gon getcha, |
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Stuck to the scripture, hustled up from nothing to richer, |
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Me and my niggas apply the pressure like boa constrictors, |
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We not gon switch up, bubbling like coats in the winter, |
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They still in the sentra, rolling with the coke in the fender, |
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It's all an adventure, remember no retreat, no surrender, |
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You wanna enter my center, you gotta paga mi renta, |
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Puro Cubano del ochenta, all I need is a banger,* |
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To give you a muerte lenta like Emilio Ravenga,* |
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And I'll be gone till November, got plans to bank mills, |
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I can't stand still, gotta expand and branch bills, |
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That's the grand thrill, keep my hands on the steel, |
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Never ran, never will, real recognize real |
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(Chorus) |
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Throw your hands in the air, this is a shakedown, |
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CLK up in here, I'm about to blaze rounds, |
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And we ain't going nowhere, we gon break ground, |
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Took what I can take now, I'm here to shut the place down, |
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Yeah we taking it there, and you'll get laid down, |
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Haters better beware, nobody safe now,* |
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We got em running they scared, about to breakdown |
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No way you'll escape now, nigga it's a shakedown |
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(Verse three) |
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Yo it's the Spanish casanova living lavish, 24 Karat,* |
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Toke a fucking marriage, in Paris* |
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We talking parrots on my shoulders, hold up,* |
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They mad all over cause Cuban is taking over, |
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I thought I told ya I'm doper than Coke without the baking soda, |
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Drunk or sober, jump out the rover, fold you with a crowbar,* |
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Throw a rope around your neck and do what Sosa did to Omar, |
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So far, my repertoire get respect in no parts, |
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Like Joan of Arc in Quitona Park brawling till dark,* |
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It's Cuban Link from the start, till I come across God, |
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No holds barred, most niggas got balls but no heart, |
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Oh god, like Humphrey, smoking cigars living comfy, |
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Only in America, you gotta love this country, |
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I'm hungry, I want the bag of money from the chump,* |
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Act funny if you want and be that dummy in the trunk, |
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Who wanna run with the Don Dada, nigga come holla, |
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From the Bronx where they gun down punks for one dollar |
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(Chorus) |
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Throw your hands in the air, this is a shakedown, |
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CLK up in here, I'm about to blaze rounds, |
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And we ain't going nowhere, we gon break ground, |
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Took what I can take now, I'm here to shut the place down, |
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Yeah we taking it there, and you'll get laid down, |
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Haters better beware, nobody safe now, |
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We got em running they scared, about to breakdown |
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No way you'll escape now, nigga it's a shakedown |
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It's a Shakedown...and you'll get laid down...nobody safe now |
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About to break down, no way you'll escape now, nigga it's a Shakedown |
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Nobody safe up in this motherfucker, word up, |
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Too many years of blood, sweat and tears, |
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We bout to claim ours, you know how we do it, |
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Clk my nigga, word up, Swizz you know how the fuck we get down baby, |
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South boogie down all around New York, this how we do it for real, you heard, |
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We about to pop it off, no more games being played, (talk to em 6x) |
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It's for real (Cuban stop playing with these niggas), |
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Swizz Beatz, oh no they don't want no problems (they don't want no problems) |
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Yeah (7x) CLK yeah (I had to pull out the Ol' School drums) |