ShookOnes,Pt.II

Word up son word

Yeah to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas

For real niggas 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 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 ni**a 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

For every rhyme I write its 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

Queensbridge niggas don't play

I don't got time for your petty thinking mind