Released on January 16, 2007

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[Intro]

Ayo, what up

This chef boy Izzr, Red Cafe

Shakedown capo

Trackmaster representer

Brooklyn banger, East side rider

And you know I'm here to rattle these niggas waves

They got their shoes off

Trying to surf in my waters, it's not gon' happen

Shakedown, my piranhas is biting


[Verse]

Haha

Yeah, ayo

The world's famous, 1-9 hustler

Iron Mike Tyson before he fought Buster

Chef boy Izzr, south beach villa

Shoes off

Thousand foot yacht, have a cruise off

Papi this brick suspect, it's too soft

I need it just as it come

Ma, you like that

Let me show you how it come

Brrrrrrrrrraaaap!!

I'm a Brooklyn Dodger

Like strippers with names like Sasha

Passion, twist 'em, pass 'em

That's what I call center of attraction

I'm like a Roman king

Right hand got a German Luger, left hand glass of Polar spring

Necklace long like Texas (?)

Slap, that talk, reckless on horns

I'm a trackmaster, track bully

Hoodie and skully, Shakedown nigga get gully

745 on cruise control

7 shot .45 make ya lose ya soul

They got my nigga Shyne locked up

I'm in the street, and I got my shine rocked up

Never know when I might pop up

Any given sunday

I'm "Equilibrium" when it comes to gunplay

Slap game like Joe Pesci

I lay it down flat like a old Pepsi, haha

I'm king of the ice like Gretsky

In the hood, I got greenery and Nestle, bitch

You just scenery, don't stress me

I'm, diggy down with a stack of green

I wanna cut, you wanna Vibe? Get the magazine, ha

Got a Range and got a Chevy

And I sleep with a 007 like Halle Berry

Gas like (?), twist white bitches

With a name like Betty

Hard Rock on the block, sling rock steady

Shakedown bring the nightmares like Freddy

Black machete

Still shine when I turn the lights down like Teddy

Madden '04, you might catch ya boy

When I'm on the (?), you can't catch ya boy

I'm in to win

Cafe got the juice, and it's in the gin

Now I'ma stack this cake like (?)

Bus-a-Bus, what up?

We winning again, I'm the best

No one better, name one

And I'll stab his ass like Jay did Un

Or I might shot a nigga on occasion

I'm the world famous, Hard Rock, real McCoy

Earrings look like Chips Ahoy

Bracelet look like handcuffs

Sprinkled with accumulated dandruff, wow

I break laws, run red lights

Take all bets on Tyson fights

Come on man, I'm a New Yorker

Magician, make a change, (?) ya

Listen, if the kitchen too hot stay the fuck out

Yeah you sold a few units, you (?) out


[Outro]

Ha, I'm here to take niggas day jobs baby

Chef boy Izzr, Red Cafe

Shakedown capo

1-9, throw it up

Brooklyn, throw it up

TM, throw it up

How we do, throw it up, ha

Pimp, pimp, pimp, yeah

Watch how I pimp right here