Artist：ghostface killah

Songs Title：shakey dog

Yeah what's the deal What's the deal y'all

I need y'all niggaz to buckle up one time

Fasten your seatbelts I'm a take y'all on some real sh*t

This Theodore sh*t y'all niggaz know what time it is and sh*t

Y'nah mean It's real motherf**kin' sh*t you know

Yo making moves back and forth uptown

60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee

Wintertime bubble goose goose clouds of smoke

Music blastin' and the Arab V blunted

Whip smelling like fish from 125th

Throwin' ketchup on my fries hitting baseball spliffs

Back seat with my leg all stiff

Push the f**kin' seat up tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks

Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips

I'm ready for war got to call the Cuban guys

Got the Montana pulled in front of the store

Made my usual gun check safety off come on Frank

The moment is here take your f**kin' hood off and tell the driver to stay put

F**k them niggaz on the block they shook most of them won't look

They frontin' they no crooks and f**k up they own juks

Look out for Jackson 5-0 cause they on foot

Straight ahead is the doorway see that lady that lady with the shopping cart

She keep a shottie cocked in the hallway

Damn she look pretty old Ghost she work for Kevin she 'bout seventy seven

She paid her dues when she smoked his brother in law at his bosses' wedding

Flew to Venezuela quickly when the big fed stepped in

3 o'clock watch the kids third floor last door

You look paranoid that's why I can't juks with you

Why Why you behind me leery

Shakey Dog stutterin' when you got the bigger cooker on you

You is a crazy motherf**ker small Hoodie dude

Hilarious move you on some Curly Moe Larry sh*t

Straight parry sh*t Krispy Kreme coc*ine dead bodies jail time you gon' carry it

Matter of fact all the cash I'm a carry it

Stash it in jelly and break it down at the Marriott

This is the spot yo son your burner cocked

These f**kin' maricons on the couch watchin' Sanford and Son

Passin' they rum fried plantains and rice

Big round onions on a T-bone steak my stomach growling yo I want some

Hold on somebody's comin' get behind me knocked at the door

Act like you stickin' me up put the joint to my face

Push me in quickly when the b**ch open up

Remember you don't me blast him if he reach for his gun

Yo who goes there Tony Tony one second homie

No matter rain sleet or snow you know you suppose to phone me

Off came the latch Frank pushed me into the door

The door flew open dude had his mouth open

Frozen stood still with his heat bulgin'

Told him Freeze lay the f**k down and enjoy the moment

Frank snatched his gat slapped him axed him

Where's the cash coke and the crack Get the smoke and you fast

His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish big tittie b**ch holdin' the cannon

Ran in the kitchen threw a shot then kicking the four fifth

Broke a bone in her wrist and she dropped the heat

Give up the coke But the b**ch wouldn't listen

I'm on the floor like holy sh*t Watchin my man Frank get busy

He zoned out finished off my man's wiz

He let the pitbull out big head Bruno with the little shark's teeth chargin'

Foamin' out the mouth I'm scared

Frank screamin' blowin' shots in the air

Missin' his target off the Frigidare it grazed my ear

Killed that b******t pit ran to the bathroom butt first

Frank put two holes in the doorman's Sassoon

The coke's in the vacuum got to the bathroom faced his bad moves

The big one had the centipede stab wound

Frank shot the skinny dude laid him out

The bigger dude popped Frankie boy played him out

To be continued