[Intro: Swizz Beatz]

Cuban, stop playing with these niggas, man

Monster, I told these clown niggas, you know what it is

BX, stand the fuck up, y'all niggas better pull y'all razors out

Have y'all security wear ya'll vests, whatever, whatever

Its a shakedown, anything can get laid down in the way

(New York City)

Get run over with trucks and all that, fuck em, ladies and gentlemen

They don't want no problems

[Verse 1: Cuban Link]

Yo, it's the Bronx most wanted

Word to Pun, it's one of the best that ever done it

Better run it or I'ma pump a hundred in your stomach

Never runnin', comin', I'm gunnin' for the love of money

Rough, rugged and raw, fourth down, suggest you punt it

So I'm on it like Tony Montana, slip on the banana

Clip and cock the hammer to split open your bandana

Living the life of glamour with a mansion in Havana

Cameras and scanners 'cause I'm not trying to see the slammer

I plan to make more pesos than Tony did with the yayo

Y'all phony pendejos will get KO'd so grab the yayo

Make 'em lay low 'cause I'ma rock your cradle for that payroll

Put the hot potato in front of the Glock

And trade it out for play dough

Fatal blows, ain't no saving you from rocking that halo

Ain't no fucking with us, it's like drugs, you say no

Laying it down, either ride a wave and then drown

Misbehave and be found in the grave underground

Shake 'em down

[Chorus]

Throw your hands in the air, this is a shakedown

CLK up in here, I'm about to blaze rounds

And we ain't going nowhere, we gon' break ground

Took what I can take now, I'm here to shut the place down

Yeah, we taking it there, and you'll get laid down

Haters better beware, nobody safe now

We got em running they scared, about to breakdown

No way you'll escape now, nigga, it's a shakedown

[Verse 2: Cuban Link]

I'm on the road to the riches, focused on digits

No more hoping on wishes, never mix business and pleasure

The code is dough over bitches, hands so vicious

Know I'ma blow like the motion picture

Loading the clips up, fuck love, my slugs gon' getcha

Stuck to the scripture, hustled up from nothing to richer

Me and my niggas apply the pressure like boa constrictors

We not gon' switch up, bubbling like coats in the winter

They still in the sentra, rolling with the coke in the fender

It's all an adventure, remember no retreat, no surrender

You wanna enter my center, you gotta paga mi renta

Puro Cubano del ochenta, all I need is a banger

To give you a muerte lenta like Emilio Ravenga

And I'll be gone till November, got plans to bank mills

I can't stand still, gotta expand and branch bills

That's the grand thrill, keep my hands on the steel

Never ran, never will, real recognize real

[Chorus]

Throw your hands in the air, this is a shakedown

CLK up in here, I'm about to blaze rounds

And we ain't going nowhere, we gon' break ground

Took what I can take now, I'm here to shut the place down

Yeah, we taking it there, and you'll get laid down

Haters better beware, nobody safe now

We got em running they scared, about to breakdown

No way you'll escape now, nigga, it's a shakedown

[Verse 3: Cuban Link]

Yo, it's the Spanish casanova living lavish

24 Karat choker, far from marriage in Paris

We talkin' parrots on my shoulders, hold up

They mad all over 'cause Cuban is taking over

I thought I told ya I'm doper than Coke without the baking soda

Drunk or sober, jump out the rover, fold you with a crowbar

Throw a rope around your neck and do what Sosa did to Omar

So far, my repertoire get respect in no parts

Like Joan of Arc in Quitona Park brawlin' till dark

It's Cuban Link from the start 'til I come across God

No holds barred, most niggas got balls but no heart

Oh God, like Humphrey, smoking cigars living comfy

Only in America, you gotta love this country

I'm hungry, I want the bag of money from the junk

Act funny if you want and be the dummy in the trunk

Who wanna run with the Don Dada, nigga, come holla

From the Bronx where they gun down punks for one dollar

[Chorus]

Throw your hands in the air, this is a shakedown

CLK up in here, I'm about to blaze rounds

And we ain't going nowhere, we gon' break ground

Took what I can take now, I'm here to shut the place down

Yeah, we taking it there, and you'll get laid down

Haters better beware, nobody safe now

We got em running they scared, about to breakdown

No way you'll escape now, nigga, it's a shakedown

Throw your hands in the air, this is a shakedown

CLK up in here, I'm about to blaze rounds

And we ain't going nowhere, we gon' break ground

Took what I can take now, I'm here to shut the place down

Yeah, we taking it there, and you'll get laid down

Haters better beware, nobody safe now

We got em running they scared, about to breakdown

No way you'll escape now, nigga, it's a shakedown

[Outro: Cuban Link & Swizz Beatz]

Nobody safe up in this motherfucker, word up

Too many years of blood, sweat and tears

We 'bout to claim ours, you know how we do it

CLK, my nigga, word up

Swizz, you know how the fuck we get down, baby

South Boogie Down all around New York

This how we do it for real, you heard

We about to pop it off, nigga, 2004

No more games being played, it's for real

(Cuban, stop playing with these niggas)

Swizz Beatz, oh no, they don't want no problems

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

CLK, yeah (I had to pull out the old school drums)

We ain't even gotta talk no more

Stop that shit and play that bitch from the top, man