Shook Ones, Pt2 [a Cappella]/wu Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit - Mobb Deep Lyrics - The Mix Tape, Vol. 1: 60 Minutes Of Funk - Funkmaster Flex

Word up son, word 

Yeah, to all the killers and the hundred dollar billers 

For real, niggas who ain't got no feelings, check it out now 

I got you stuck off the realness 

We be the infamous, you heard of us 

Official Queens bridge 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 with your nosebone 

You're all alone in these streets, cousin 

Every man for their self 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 playa 

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 older 

And when the things get for real 

My warm heart turns cold 

Another nigga deceased, another story gets told 

It ain't nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck 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 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