Shakedown lyrics

Canibus]

One for the money, two for the show
Three for the first record-label with the dough
We on the road, represented by Loeb and Loeb
Platinum-sold, golden globe
I pose for Rolling Stones with swollen bones
Canibus Roc alone like Hov on his own
They know me now, ‘cause now they know
And they can’t wait for the f*cking album to blow
Broads in the background lounging with pounds of dro
Canibus, the cofounder of smoke
This real Hip-Hop, bang it down your block
Drop it like it’s hot, n*gga, call the cops

[Canibus]

Yea
Type of n*gga with the super-flow
You ain’t rocking, we gon’ stop thе show
You see shorty in the V.I.P
She want to drink, but the sh*t ain’t free
Typе of n*gga with the super-flow
You ain’t rocking, we gon’ stop the show
You see shorty in the V.I.P
She want to drink, but the sh*t ain’t free
[Canibus]
Yo
Sarge, my SupaFriendz dog’s in the yard
Don’t say a f*cking word to him; just nod
I came, I see
And I’ma bust him in the jaw, if you f*ck with me
M.C., C.D.C., A.T.L., E.B.E
Miccie D sign; he see me
Agreed, I see more depth than Imhotep
I see no death, that’s why I ain’t no hero yet
Translate the text, I throw scrolls you fetch
My style is not even something unknown yet
I’m a SupaFriend; come through in a stupid Benz
Look at my roof; you see blue-wind
That’s where the truth ends, but a new loop begins
I can’t believe what we do for ends
n*gga, nuck if you buck, pack if you tuck
I bust out of these cuffs, grab your ass up
Reach for the pipe, I’ma show you the light
You can X-ray my hand, and see me holding a mic

[Canibus]
When the Canibus is on the mic
Y’all n*ggas gonna get it tonight
You know we don’t play around
Just lay down, better stay down, this is A-town
[Canibus]
Fahrenheit negotiate price, I load the dice
DJ Mowf told me, ‘never bring gold to a heist’
The sun don’t compare, I’m twice as bright
The sink goes cold when I put your nose to my ice
Everything’s right, this is my life
My Matrix is empty; I reloaded it twice
Mothaf*cka we can fight, I’m a soldier for life
You can X-ray my hand, and see me holding a mic
Look at the hand in real-life, I be holding a pipe
For spite, holding you as hostage for your own life
Too broad for my own britches, spit ‘till a n*gga’s spit-less
The fifth’s twist, here, sip this
One million mixes, ten million disses
Two-dozen b*tches move into positions
Train not to miss one drop when I’m dripping
Listen, you should let me f*ck a remix, and don’t get it twisted, n*gga //

[Canibus]
I drink, I smoke
I’m supposed to stop, but I won’t
I drink, I smoke
I’m supposed to stop, but I won’t
I drink, I smoke
I’m supposed to stop, but I won’t
I drink, I smoke
I’m supposed to stop, but I won’t
[Canibus]
Yea
Keep smoking, n*gga
Yea
Keep toking, n*gga
Yea
Who the G.O.A.T., n*gga
Yea
No joking, n*gga
Uh
Can-I-Bus, oh-five, flow live
Yea