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Shook Ones, Pt. II

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Shook Ones, Pt. II

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  • Price: $1.29
  • Release Date: 2/7/1995
  • Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
  • Country: USA
  • Explicitness: explicit
Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
(Yo I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin', 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)

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 'nough 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 they 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 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'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 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 yellow-backed 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 burnin' sensation
Gettin' 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, 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 (funds)
So 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

For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to life
Yo, it's a must, in 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 and we don't play
I don't got time for your petty-thinkin' mind
Son, I'm bigger 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 gonna 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 jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live
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', diggin' my ways out of holes by 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 all my peoples
React quick, spit lyrics like MAC's, 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, scared to look, they shook (he's just a shook one)
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look, they shook (we live the live that of diamonds)
'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 (funds)
So 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

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 Writer(s): Muchita Kejuan Waliek, Johnson Albert

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