Tone $mee 123 - Shake N' Pop

Mannn
What the fuck y'all know about cookin grams
Wit a 36 in hand that u can move real fast
Y'all don't know shit about it, y'all need to get up out it
Been slangin fuh years n all dat 8-ballin ain't shit about it
U need a 9 to 5, u pushin them tiny dimes
I'm pushin big bolders man, get out my way let me Keep it live
My niggaz keep dem 9's n' dem Ak's so the streets is mine
U niggaz betta stay in n' bitch nigga don't think I'm blind
I see what y'all doin, how it be wit y'all crew n
Gettin money, that's cool, just don't try to get none Over here dude
Cuz contrary to u niggaz belief
It ain't enuf money out here for u and me

Cuz I Check These Spot's, Shake These Cops
Cook These Rocks, Stack These Knots
Shake, Shake Pop, Hit The Block
N
Boom, Boom

I Check These Spot's, Shake These Cops
Cook These Rocks, Stack These Knots
Shake, Shake Pop, Hit The Block
N
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom

I cook it up good, wit no soda in it
Wit dem signature bags so da customers know I did it
Coming straight to da spot, makin it hot
5-0 wit binoculars casing da block
They tryna, wait til we cop, so they stake n' watch
But they don't see shit, u know they what they got
They ain't got shit, might as well get back to da office
Sit down, eat anotha donut wit a coupla shots of Coffee
See, y'all hate me officer, cuz y'all can't catch me Officer
U wanna kill me Mr. Officer, but I ain't no fool
Mr. Officer

Cuz I Check These Spot's, Shake These Cops
Cook These Rocks, Stack These Knots
Shake, Shake Pop, Hit The Block
N
Boom, Boom

I Check These Spot's, Shake These Cops
Cook These Rocks, Stack These Knots
Shake, Shake Pop, Hit The Block
N
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom

U gettin money in da hood I'm gettin money wit u too, or fuck u
I might get shady n' send them soldiers to buck u
Cuz I don't trust u, u thinkin can't nobody touch u
A'ight, now they gotta rush u to emergency, emergency
Da currencies mine
u might not even make it past the Yellow tape n' white lines
But fuck emergency, just bodies bags straight to da morgue
N' if ya crew wanna get in it then we gon take em to war
We comin straight through da door, to get dem cakes In the wall
Wit dem A-k's in hour hand n' bitch we takin em all
Niggaz we ain't playin wit y'all, this fuh real da deal
Is to give it up or get killed, u can feel da steal
N' u can tell I'm ill, by the look on my face
But u gon know how ill when u get carried away
N' get buried da day u even think it's a joke
Muthafucka's don't play wit me, they know I tote

Cuz I Check These Spot's, Shake These Cops
Cook These Rocks, Stack These Knots
Shake, Shake Pop, Hit The Block
N
Boom, Boom

I Check These Spot's, Shake These Cops
Cook These Rocks, Stack These Knots
Shake, Shake Pop, Hit The Block
N
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom

Written by:
Antonio Smith

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