Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt Ii Lyrics
Note: during the whole song you can hear talkings in the background(intro)Word up son, wordYeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin, keep your eyes open)For real niggas who aint got no feelings(keep your eyes open)(no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this)(just watch my back, I got this first, yo)Check it out now(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out its a murda)[prodigy]I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamousYou heard of usOfficial queensbridge murderersThe mobb comes equipped with warfare, bewareOf my crime family who got nuff shots to shareFor all of those who wanna profile and poseRock you in your face, stab your brain wit your noseboneYou all alone in these streets, cousinEvery man for theirself in this land we be gunninAnd keep them shook crews runninLike they supposed toThey come around but they never come close toI can see it inside your faceYoure in the wrong placeCowards like you just get theyre whole body laced upWith bullet holes and suchSpeak the wrong words man and you will get touchedYou can put your whole army against my team andI guarantee you itll be your very last time breathinYour simple words just dont move meYoure minor, were majorYou all up in the game and dont deserve to be a playerDont make me have to call your name outYour crew is featherweightMy gunshotsll make you levitateIm only nineteen but my mind is oldAnd when the things get for real my warm heart turns coldAnother nigga deceased, another story gets toldIt aint nothin reallyHey, yo dun spark the phillieSo I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggasWhy they still alive I dont know, go figureMeanwhile back in queens the realness is foundationIf I die I couldnt choose a better locationWhen the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensationGetting closer to God in a tight situationNow, take these words home and think it throughOr the next rhyme I write might be about youChorus:Son, they shook...cause aint no such things as halfway crooksScared to death, scared to lookThey shookcause aint no such things as halfway crooksScared to death, scared to lookLivin the live that of diamonds and gunsTheres numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn fundsSome of em get shot, locked down and turn nunsCowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook onesHe aint a crook son, hes just a shook one...shook one[havoc]For every rhyme I write, its 25 to lifeYo, its a must the gats we trust safeguardin my lifeAint no time for hesitationThat only leads to incarcerationYou dont know me, theres no relationQueensbridge niggas dont playI dont got time for your petty thinking mindSon, Im bigga than those claimin that you pack heatBut youre scared to holdAnd when the smoke clears youll be left with one in your dome13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kidYou talk a good one but you dont want itSometimes I wonder do I deserve to liveOr am I going to burn in hell for all the things I didNo time to dwell on that cause my brain reactsFront if you want kid, lay on your backI dont fake that kidStay in a childs place, kid you out o lineCriminal minds thirsty for recognitionIm sippin e&j, got my mind flippinIm buggin think Im how bizar to hold my hustlinGet that loot kid, you know my functionCause long as Im alive ima live illegalAnd once I get on ima put on, on my peopleReact mix to lyrics like macs I hit your dome upWhen I roll up, dont be caught sleepinCause Im creepinChorus:Son, they shook...cause aint no such things as halfway crooksScared to death and scared to look(hes just a shook one)They shook...cause aint no such things as halfway crooksScared to death and scared to look(we live the live that of diamonds)They shook...cause aint no such things as halfway crooksScared to death and scared to lookThey shook...cause aint no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..Livin the live that of diamonds and gunsTheres numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn fundsBut some of em get shot, locked down and turn nunsCowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook onesHe aint a crook son, hes just a shook one...shook oneYeah, yeah, yeahTo all the villains and a hundred dollar billasTo real brothers who aint got no dealingsG-yeah, the whole bridge, queens get the money41st side (hes just a shook one)Keepin it real (you know)Queens get the money...(talk fades out)
