Shook Ones Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Hey, yo, 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 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 

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You're 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 playa 

Don't make me have to call your name out 

Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate 

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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 in a tight situation 

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 and scared to look 

They shook 

'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks 

Scared to death and scared to look 

Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns 

There's numerous ways you can choose to 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 

Throw you hands up, throw your hands up 

Throw you hands up, throw your hands up 

For every rhyme I write, it's 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 

Queens 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 

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 sippin', E&J, got my mind flippin' 

I'm buggin', think I'm how bizarre 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 mixed to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up 

When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin', 'cause I'm creepin' 

Son, 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 

Scared to death and scared to look 

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 

Livin' the live, that of diamonds and guns 

There's numerous ways you can choose to 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 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah