Shook Ones, Part II

Note: during the whole song you can hear talkings in the background
 Word up son, word
 Yeah, to all the killers 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)
 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 wit' your nosebone
 You 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 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, 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
 He ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one... shook one
 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
 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 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 that kid
 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' think I'm how bizar 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 mix 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
 (he's just a shook one)
 They shook...
 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
 Scared to death and scared to look
 (we live the live that of diamonds)
 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, crooks.
 Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
 There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds... earn funds
 But 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... 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, queens get the money
 41st side (he's just a shook one)
 Keepin' it real (you know)
 Queens get the money...
 (talk fades out)