Shakedown

Lyrics

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] 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 ya'll vests, whatever, whatever Its 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 [Verse 1: Cuban Link] Yo, it's the Bronx most wanted Word to Pun, it's one of the best that ever done it Better run it or I'ma pump a hundred in your stomach Never runnin', comin', I'm gunnin' 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 yayo Y'all phony pendejos will get KO'd so grab the yayo Make 'em lay low 'cause I'ma rock your cradle for that payroll Put the hot potato in front of the Glock And trade it out for play dough 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 be 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 2: Cuban Link] 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 3: Cuban Link] Yo, it's the Spanish casanova living lavish 24 Karat choker, far from marriage in Paris We talkin' 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 brawlin' till dark It's Cuban Link from the start 'til 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 junk Act funny if you want and be the 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 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 [Outro: Cuban Link & Swizz Beatz] 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, nigga, 2004 No more games being played, it's for real (Cuban, stop playing with these niggas) Swizz Beatz, oh no, they don't want no problems Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah CLK, yeah (I had to pull out the old school drums) We ain't even gotta talk no more Stop that shit and play that bitch from the top, man