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Shook Ones, Pt. II

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Hold up, son, word

Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas

For real niggas who ain't got no feelin's

Check it out nowI 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 shareFor all of those who wanna profile and pose

Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit your nose bone

You all alone in these streets, cousin

Every man for they self 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, you're in the wrong place

Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up

With bullet holes and such

Speak the wrong words, man and you will get touchedYou could put your whole army against my team

And I guarantee you, it'll be your very last time breathin'

Your simple words just don't move me, you're minor, we're major

You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a playerDon't make me have to call your name out

Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate

I'm only nineteen but my mind is old

And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns coldAnother nigga deceased, another story gets told

It ain't nothin' really, hey, yo, dun, spark the Phillie

So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas

Why they still alive? I don't know, go figureMeanwhile back in Queens, the realness is foundation

If I die, I couldn't choose a better location

When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burnin' sensation

Gettin' 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 youSon, they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to lookLivin' the live that of diamonds and guns

There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds

Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns

Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones

He ain't a crook, son, he just a shook oneFor every rhyme I write, it's 25 to life

Yo, it's a must, the gats we trust, safeguardin' my life

Ain't no time for hesitation, that only leads to incarceration

You don't know me, there's no relationQueensbridge niggas don't play

I don't get time for your petty thinkin' mind, son, I'm bigga than those Claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold

And when the smoke clears, you'll be left with one in your dome13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid

You talk a good one but you don't want it

Sometimes I wonder, do I deserve to live

Or am I goin' 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 don't fake jacks, kid, you know I bring it to you live

Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta lineCriminal minds, thirsty for recognition

I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin'

I'm buggin', think I'm how bizarre to hold my hustlin'

Get that loot, kid, you know my function'Cause long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal

And once I get on, I'ma put on all my peoples

React mix to lyrics like Macs, I hit your dome up

When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin' 'cause I'm creepin'Son, they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to lookThey shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooksLivin' the live that of diamonds and guns

There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds

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

Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook ones

He ain't a crook, son, he's just a shook oneYeah, yeah, yeah

To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas

To real brothers who ain't got no dealings

G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money, 41st side

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