Lyrics Shakedown - Cuban Link

Shakedown

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