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]