Shook Ones, Pt. 2

[Intro: Prodigy & Havoc] Word up, son, word Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billers Yo I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin', 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 Justwatchmy back, I got the front, yo Check it out now Word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's amurder [Verse 1: Prodigy, Prodigy & Havoc] 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 of 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 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 breathin' 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 nineteen, but my mind is older And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold Another nigga deceased, another story gets told It ain't nothin' really, ayo Dun, spark the Philly So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed niggas 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 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 [Chorus: Prodigy, Prodigy & Havoc] 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 life that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds (Funds) So some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones (Take it all) He ain't a crook, son, (Crook, son) he's just a shook one (Two four two) [Verse 2: Havoc] 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-thinkin' 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 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 jax, 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 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 (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' [Chorus: Prodigy, Prodigy & Havoc, Havoc] Son, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, scared to look (He's just a shook one), they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, scared to look, they shook (We live the life that of diamonds) '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 Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds So 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 [Outro] Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah To all the villains and a hundred dollar billers To real brothers who ain't got no feelings G-yeah, the whole Bridge Queens get the money 41st side, keepin' it real, you know Queens get the money It's all good, you know wha' I'm sayin', yeah, huh [Produced by Havoc]