Shook Ones Pt Ii Lyrics

Shook Ones Pt Ii lyrics

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 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)