Shook Ones, Pt. II

Word up, son, word

Yeah, to all the killers and the hundred dollar billers

For real **** 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 'nough shots to share

For all 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 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 their whole body laced up

With bullet holes and such

Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched

You could 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 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

When the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold

Another **** deceased, another story gets told

It ain't nothin' really, hey yo, dunn, spark the Philly

So I can get my mind off these yellow back ****

Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure

Meanwhile, back in Queens, the realness, the foundation

If I die, I couldn't chose 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 and scared to look

They shook, 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

Living the life, that are 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 just a shook one

For every rhyme I write, it's twenty-five 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-thinking mind, son, I'm bigger than those

Claimin' that you pack heat, but you're scared to hold

And once the smoke clears, you'll be get 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 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 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 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 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 life, that are 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