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[Intro] Niggaz just love the cash Shake down niggaz say yea 1-9 niggaz love the cash H-A-R-D-R-O-C-K yo BK no, oh, oh, oh
[Bridge] You ain`t gotta love what I do, like what I do But you gon` respect what I do I don`t like nothin` about you, frontin` about you We gon` get money without you
[Verse 1] When shake down come through, who you gon` run to? Have my money or we gon hunt you Clak clak show you what the gun do My murder game like a Roy Jones one, two Now when the funds due who still gonna front you Son dude you might get slumped on a humble Might get a stealth torpedo to make you tumble Cause hazard to ya hustle Knew it wasn`t hard to touch you Especially when the bark, bark got a muzzle And make the sound muffled Chah - Chah {*silencer*} Brook-lyn muscle Is I, always prepared for scuffles You see I must do what I must do Niggaz screamin` fuck me, well nigga fuck you!
[Chorus] May I, keep a little something for the G`s And, make a few ends while I breeze through The late night shift on some late night shit On the gangstas roam May I, keep a little something for the G`s And, make a few ends while I breeze through The late night shift on some late night shit While ya momma ain`t home
[Verse 2] My mercedes sittin on AMG`s Squeeze three 80`s `til they empty Seen lately it`s a style to hate me But even when inside I`m cool like a A/C The nickel back sole in the park they paid me The PJ`s get shot up they blame me Ya bitch wanna real nigga, she gon` page me I`m the voice of Brooklyn, nigga you crazy Questions need to be answered Sexy rap niggaz needing a dancer, I`m cancer Kill you in a matter of days You`s a durag nigga that I battled ya ways It`s inclusive, or shake a slug off, I`m elusive Got new guns can`t wait to use it Although, I step all slow Get respect also, hold Tech`s I`m all-pro
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[Bridge]
[Verse 3] Now we official, I`ll address my issues Either comply or I twist you, simple Hardrock, been livin` on Hard Knock Hate a bitch nigga that car hop, no The dashboard in my BM, kinda confusing Head game on my BM, cause confusion I pump rock myself, like the infusion Shake down got pink but not an illusion
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