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