Shook Ones, Part 2

Mobb Deep

(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 ain't 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 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 
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 dealings 
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)