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Shook Ones, Pt. II

Artist:Mobb Deep  Album:The Infamous 

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Word up son, word Yeah, to all the killas 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 theyself 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 ya 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) Now, take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you 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

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