Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Part II lyrics

[Produced by Havoc] [Intro] Word up son, word Yeah, to all the k**ers and a hundred dollar billers For real n***as who ain't got no feelings Check it out now [Verse 1: Prodigy] 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 wit 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 19 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 nothing really, a-yo Dun spark 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 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 [Hook] Son, they shook Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to d**h, scared to look, they shook Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to d**h, 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 [Verse 2: Havoc] 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 out of 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 [Hook] [Outro]