Funkmaster Flex - Shook Ones, Pt2 [A Cappella]/Wu Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit - Mobb Deep lyrics

Word up son, word Yeah, to all the k**ers and the hundred dollar billers For real, n***as 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 bridge 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 You're all alone in these streets, cousin Every man for their 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'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 I'm only nineteen but my mind is older And when the things get for real My warm heart turns cold Another n***a deceased, another story gets told It ain't nuttin' really, ay yo dun, f** the Philly So I can get my mind off these yellow backed n***as 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