Shook Ones Part Ii Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Word up son, word 

Yeah, to all the killers and a 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 Queensbridge murderers 

The Mobb comes equipped for 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 nose bone 

You all alone in these streets, cousin 

Every man for they self in this land we be gunning 

And keep them shook crews running, 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 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 breathing 

Your simple words just don't move me, you're minor, we're major 

You're 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 older 

And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold 

Another nigga deceased, another story gets told 

It ain't nothing really 

Ayo Dun spark the philly 

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 and 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 

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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 

Living the live that of diamonds and guns 

There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds 

Some get shot, locked down and turn nuns 

Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones 

He ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one 

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For every rhyme I write it's 25 to life 

Yo it's a must, in gats we trust, safeguarding my life 

Ain't no time for hesitation, that only leads to incarceration 

You don't know me, there's no relation 

Queensbridge and we don't play, I don't got time 

For your petty thinking mind, son I'm bigger than those 

Claiming that you pack heat but you're scared to hold 

And once 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 outta line 

Criminal minds thirsty for recognition 

I'm sipping, E&J got my mind flipping 

I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling 

Get that loot kid, you know my function 

Cause long as I'm alive I'mma live illegal 

And once I get on I'mma put on all my people 

React quick, spit lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up 

When I roll up, don't be caught sleeping cause I'm creeping 

To all the villains and a hundred dollar billers 

To real brothers who ain't got no feelings 

G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money 

41st side, keeping it real, Queens get the money