You see what the problam is these's bitches don't know me poke theses got dam ho's here we go agin it's time to let it go we bout to own it in you bitches ain't comftable in your own skin
No matter how you try you could never be kim
[Verse 1:]
Take it back to the queit storm
Don't come with out your fire
Arm
Four alarm blaze I blaze bitches with that one, two gage
Put them in the box or the grave broke cut up and weave less
How ya'll bum bitches concited
Washed up carrers they pleaded
Face it bitch ya done there
Lean back you had ya run there
To far as bitches gettin busy I'm number one here
Yeah ain't no shook hands in brooklyn
Cross that bridge tuck ya goods in
Like the queen of harlem but it's Bk way
Makin sure niggas eat every
Day
Don't make me put a hit out tikitack
These rappin all ways spit out
Put your self in a sticky sitiuation and never get out
Ride or die if they my niggas then I'm stickin with them
Any rats we gonna kiss them like my nigga did them yeah
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no shook hands in brooklyn
Croos that bridge tuck your goods in
Niggas get shot locked down wear I'm from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run
[Verse 2:]
Never thought niggas would tell ain't thes a bitch ass niggas scared of jail
Fed co's givin me head in my cell
Makin my bid go easy recieve mail
Back at my best
Skin tight drees
Nigga it's sharks in the water come with ya life vest
Or get ate up
As's we k'ed up
Wipe a nigga out for every thing while hes laid up gimmie that
Ain't no shook hands in brooklyn niggas get shoot stabed up to get buck
You bumb bitches ain't got a dollor go get fucked
For your rent moneey
To much millage is no good
I mean I fucked around but you fucked the whole hood
You bitches still bostin running
Round with creadit kim like cleo bout to set it of a let if (blaw)
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no shook hands in brooklyn
Croos that bridge tuck your goods in
Niggas get shot locked down wear I'm from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run
[Verse 3:]
Order marbel floors before all you broads
Rich rich macarley carl
Bitch I paved the card
Whole life I took care of my dogs until the inditment ever body ain't stand tall that's when the bull shit start and the team fell a part and you find out it was the bitch with the heart ho as niggas scared of a punk as bid you still wind up gettin pooked that's what ya punk ass get (snitch)
Ain't no shook hands in brookly cross that bride 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 with them hope you ain't around when them rounds get spraided at them k.I.m it's the way I'm the way I play you hos wasent bread this way BK
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no shook hands in brooklyn
Croos that bridge tuck your goods in
Niggas get shot locked down wear I'm from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run