Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt Ii lyrics

rate me

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 billaz

(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open)

for real niggas who ain't got no fellas

(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 it's 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

you're in the wrong place

cowards like you just get they're 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 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 player

don'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 cold

another 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 figure

meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation

if I die I couldn't 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 ain't no such things as halfway crooks

scared to death, scared to look

they shook

'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

scared to death, scared to look

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns

there's 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 ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

[Havoc]

For every rhyme I write, its 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 relation

Queensbridge niggas don't play

I don't got time for your petty thinking 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 dome

13 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 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 don't fake that kid you know I bring it to you live

stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line

criminal minds thirsty for recognition

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

I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar 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, on my people

react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up

when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin'

cause I'm creepin'

Chorus:

Son, they shook...

'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

scared to death and scared to look

(he's just a shook one)

they shook...

'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

scared to death and scared to look

(we live the live that of diamonds)

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, crooks..

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns

there's 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 ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah

To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas

To real brothers who ain't got no feelins

G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money

41st side (he's just a shook one)

keepin' it real (you know)

Queens get the money...

(Talk fades out)

Thanks to vince for these lyrics