Shake Dat Azz
K-rab Lyrics

I got the hood popping
While your bitch bopping
She all up on my dick
Calling me big poppa
It's like a helicopter once the AK started singing
Loud banging swear to God that your ears ringing
And niggas they be talking
Like they really walking
But a wrong step will get you shot
So watch out Before I let it sang out South bound Where niggas don't be playing around
I'm from the Texas state where bitches tend to lay down
I make the hood dance with my gangsta bop
And if you really down Let the pistol pop
K1d I'm on my way out
Kill them niggas with them big mouths
Bitch I'm tired of you talking like you really raw
I'll beat you down like I'm beating on your daughters walls
And if you down put ur fist out middle finger out
That boy Don coming down like porno star
I'll shake shit down, shoot you down like the Wild Wild West
Six shots all around, leave you a piled up mess
I tend to flex did you expect any different, who's next
You getting popped, two times in the chest one in the head
I'm in them fast cars, loaded bullets in the clip
Whip equipped with all the shit necessary to hit
All I see is money flipped, hustling struggling tricks
Shit I'll bust a mothafucka take the money then split
In my eyes that's legit, I'm ready to live I spit
On the fuckers coming at me with the problems that they get
Acting like I give a shit, my killings like diseases gettin ready to transmit they gettin ready to commit
Murder in the 1st degree fuck what you heard a killer and emcee
Niggas can't see me as much as they wanna be me
I'm the realest nigga out ask around, ain't no biggie but to my knowledge I got the fuckn crown
WHAT NOW niggas fall to the ground when I call they name
Don't fuck around, cause niggas behind me is all the same
I bring shame to a G after they claim to be the same as me or worse more of a man than me
But I see the misery in they eyes try to survive In this harsh life we're in we're all left to die
And I'm New Yorks finest that you can't deny
Im still alive putting bullets through your thighs
I'll shake shit down, shoot you down like the Wild Wild West
Six shots all around, leave you a piled up mess
I tend to flex did you expect any different, who's next
You getting popped, two times in the chest one in the head
I'm in them fast cars, loaded bullets in the clip
Whip equipped with all the shit necessary to hit
All I see is money flipped, hustling struggling tricks
Shit I'll bust a mothafucka take the money then split