آهنگ: Mobb Deep. Shook Ones Pt Ii.

Note: during the whole song you can hear talkings in the background

(intro)

Word up son, word

Yeah, 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 infamous

You heard of us

Official queensbridge murderers

The mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware

Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share

For all of those who wanna profile and pose

Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit your nosebone

You all alone in these streets, cousin

Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin

And keep them shook crews runnin

Like they supposed to

They come around but they never come close to

I can see it inside your face

Youre in the wrong place

Cowards like you just get theyre whole body laced up

With bullet holes and such

Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched

You can put your whole army against my team and

I guarantee you itll be your very last time breathin

Your simple words just dont move me

Youre minor, were major

You all up in the game and dont deserve to be a player

Dont make me have to call your name out

Your crew is featherweight

My gunshotsll make you levitate

Im only nineteen but my mind is old

And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold

Another nigga deceased, another story gets told

It aint nothin really

Hey, yo dun spark the phillie

So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas

Why they still alive I dont know, go figure

Meanwhile back in queens the realness is foundation

If I die I couldnt choose a better location

When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation

Getting closer to God in a tight situation

Now, take these words home and think it through

Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Chorus:

Son, they shook...

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death, scared to look

They shook

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death, scared to look

Livin the live that of diamonds and guns

Theres numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds

Some of em get shot, locked down and turn nuns

Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones

He aint a crook son, hes just a shook one...shook one

[havoc]

For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life

Yo, its a must the gats we trust safeguardin my life

Aint no time for hesitation

That only leads to incarceration

You dont know me, theres no relation

Queensbridge niggas dont play

I dont got time for your petty thinking mind

Son, Im bigga than those claimin that you pack heat

But youre scared to hold

And when the smoke clears youll be left with one in your dome

13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid

You talk a good one but you dont want it

Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live

Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did

No time to dwell on that cause my brain reacts

Front if you want kid, lay on your back

I dont fake that kid

Stay in a childs place, kid you out o line

Criminal minds thirsty for recognition

Im sippin e&j, got my mind flippin

Im buggin think Im how bizar to hold my hustlin

Get that loot kid, you know my function

Cause long as Im alive ima live illegal

And once I get on ima put on, on my people

React mix to lyrics like macs I hit your dome up

When I roll up, dont be caught sleepin

Cause Im creepin

Chorus:

Son, they shook...

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

(hes just a shook one)

They shook...

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

(we live the live that of diamonds)

They shook...

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

They shook...

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..

Livin the live that of diamonds and guns

Theres numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds

But some of em get shot, locked down and turn nuns

Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones

He aint a crook son, hes just a shook one...shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah

To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas

To real brothers who aint got no dealings

G-yeah, the whole bridge, queens get the money

41st side (hes just a shook one)

Keepin it real (you know)

Queens get the money...

(talk fades out)