Shook Ones Part II lyrics

[Intro]

Word up son, word

Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billers

For real niggas who ain't got no feelings

Check it out now

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous

You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers

The Mobb comes equipped for 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 nose bone

You all alone in these streets, cousin

Every man for they self in this land we be gunning

And keep them shook crews running

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 touched

You can put your whole army against my team and

I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathing

Your simple words just don't move me

You're minor, we're major

You're 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 19 but my mind is older

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

Another nigga deceased, another story gets told

It ain't nothing really, a-yo Dun spark the philly

So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed niggas

Why they still alive I don't know, go figure

Meanwhile back in Queens the realness and 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

[Hook]

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

Living the live that of diamonds and guns

There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds

Some get shot, locked down and turn nuns

Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones

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

[Verse 2: Havoc]

For every rhyme I write it's 25 to life

Yo it's a must, in gats we trust, safeguarding my life

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

You don't know me, there's no relation

Queensbridge and we don't play, I don't got time

For your petty thinking mind, son I'm bigger than those

Claiming that you pack heat but you're scared to hold

And once the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome

Thirteen 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 jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live

Stay in a child's place, kid you out of line

Criminal minds thirsty for recognition

I'm sipping, E&J got my mind flipping

I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling

Get that loot kid, you know my function

Cause long as I'm alive I'mma live illegal

And once I get on I'mma put on all my people

React quick, spit lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up

When I roll up, don't be caught sleeping cause I'm creeping

[Hook]

[Outro]

To all the villains and a hundred dollar billers

To real brothers who ain't got no feelings

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

41st side, keeping it real, Queens get the money