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)
Название песни: Shook Ones Pt Ii
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