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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kool G Rap
Performer
RZA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
nathaniel richards
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah
Shake your funky ass, bitch
You know what I mean?
Yo
Yo, we divide cakes to rise the stakes
Me and my apes die for papes
Bust heat and hide from jake
Up in the skyscraper, on top of the world
Back is up against the wall, gun brawl
Kid, I end it for all y'all (Shake that cake, bitch)
Just tryna stop the dough from flowin'
Spotless rock glowin', shots are blowin'
Pop the C-lock, roll the waistline, the Glock is showin'
We keep it thugged out, who not knowin', get your knot blown in
Yo, yo
Bob Digital and Kool G Rap, we set the booby trap
African wiz with the gat inside her doobie wrap
Derelict rhyme crabs, you rappin' for a Scooby snack
Foul-tongued bitch, you bound to lick my booty crack
Verbal pellets spray, TEC sound makes for amex
Every slap on my snare drum, son, could break necks
You get yanked up and spanked up, your face shanked up
Who the fuck raise your rank up? I'll blow your tank up
Pop the lock on a cop handcuff, puff a Dutch of dust
Buster jump up and snuff out the judge
Fuck a cell block, blacktop capsule, the mailbox
Cherry-bone birds stash Glock in the nail shop
On the strip, took a sip, twist the L top
The God juice, I feel like a third rail shock
The gold crossbone, do-rag, universal flag
Blast at the turbo charge and purple herbal drag
Known for the W, carry a double-two in the shoe
Iron snub rubber noose in the bubble goose
Bullets soaked in oil, hot heat will flame broil
Wu-Tang slang I bang makes your brain coil
Shaolin gods, we known to stack cakes
Desert Queen projects, son, they bake cakes
Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina sons, they known to take cakes
Yo, we have the Wu-Tang, we let two's bang
That's how we do things, that's how we move things
Shoes paid with two in the brain
Keep the ice blue in the Range
Me and the RZ' quick with two of them dames
Got my dick blew in the Range
My **** keep it true to the game
It ain't no tellin' what I do to you lames
If my mood change, choose to aim
Do you and your dudes the same
Go against grain and lose a thing
Who claim life in the thug lane, but life is real
Lead come out of pipes of steel
Rob, kill, or heist for mills
Spill as you let out and slice your grill
**** don't think twice to peel
Just open shop and dice to grill
Send a text out, bust crib route
To the brick house, steppin' on new terrain, bring the clique out
These streets don't wanna see you eat, let a clip out
These **** slip out, make they blood drip out, do it now
Yo, we divide the cakes to rise the stakes
Me and my apes die for papes
Bust heat and hide from jake
Up in the skyscraper, on top of the world
Back is up against the wall, gun brawl
Kid, I end it for all y'all
Just tryna stop the dough from flowin'
Spotless rock glowin', shots we're blowin'
Pop the C-lock, roll the waistline, the Glock is showin'
We keep it thugged out, who not knowin', get your knot blown in
We said Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina, son, you known to take cakes
Desert Queen project wizzes, they bake cakes
Shaolin gods, we known to stack cakes
Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina sons, they known to take cakes
Desert Queen project cats, they bake cakes
Shaolin gods, we known to stack cakes
Desert Queen project cats, they bake cakes
Shaolin gods is known to stack cakes
Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
Cold Medina son is bound to take cakes
Written by: nathaniel richards