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