Songtext Mobb deep - shook ones Soundtrack

Mobb deep - shook ones

Pt. 1

(Prodigy):

The most violent of the violent lest crimes we give life to

If these QueensBridge kids don't like you

We bring drama of the worst kind of enemies

Your first time would be your last earth memories
It's only your own fault

I gave you fair warning..beware..

Of killa kids who don't care

Unaware fools who be dealt with in time

It ain't a mystery

Hop on the words and rhyme

In nineteenth hundred and ninety square

All shook niggaz is supposed to have fear

Trying to get a piece of this pie we don't share

Prepare for the worst cuz I been there

Try tah, keep a positive mind and walk a straight line don't work

So niggaz is forced to do dirt

And God made ....
So this jerk wouldn't hurt

If I listen to the lessons and the rules I learnt

On the streets for nineteenth years

And not leaving

My first priority is to reach twenty one breathing

Forever beef

Nobody would ever be even

So I grab the heat before breathing

Lost in this foul mind state

I can't keep straight thinking

But I keep my eyes on the earth without blinking
It's hard to be a man in this land of the venom

Any man try to front

He get slugs in him
Because..

(
Chorus / Prodigy):

He ain't a crook son..son, he just shook one..shook one...

We live the life that of diamonds and guns

And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds..earn funds...

Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns

Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones..shook ones...

He ain't a crook son, he just a shook one..shook one...

(Havoc):

For every rhyme I write

Is 25 to life

To all my peoples in the Bridge
Know what I'm talking 'bout, right
Ain't no time for hesitation

That only leads to incarceration

You don't know me, there's no relation

Cuz Queens niggas don't play

I don't got time for the he say, she say
I'm bigga than dat

Claiming that you packing gats

But you scared to get locked

Once you get upon the Island
Change your ways and stop

Thirteen years in the projects, my hard times of living

Wake up in the morning

Thank God I'm still living

Sometimes I wonder, do I deserve to live?

Or I am going to hell for all the shit I did

No time to dwell on that

Cuz my brain reacts

Front if you want nigga

Lay on ya back

I don't fake jax

Kid, you know I bring it to ya live

Stay in a child's place, kid you outta line

Criminal mind thirsty for recognition mission
I'm strictly sipping E&J like got my mind flipping
I'm buggin diggin ..... over hustling

Get that loot kid

You know my motherfucking function

Cause as long as I'm alive
I'ma live illegal

And once I get it
I'ma put it on my people

React quick to lyrics

Like macs I hit...

Your dome up

When I roll up, don't get caught sleepin'
'Cause I'm creepin' ...

...You just a shook one

(
Chorus / Prodigy):

We live the life that of diamonds and guns

And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds

Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns

Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones..shook ones...

He ain't a crook son, he just a shook one..shook one...

We live the life that of diamonds and guns

And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds

Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns

Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones..shook ones...

He ain't a crook son..crook son, he just a shook one..shook one...

Yeah...

Pt II

Note: During the whole song you can hear talkings in the background

(Intro)

Word up son, word
yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', 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)
(just watch my back, I got this first, yo)
check it out now
(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda)

[Prodigy]

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 nigga 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

Chorus:

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...shook one

[Havoc]

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
son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat
but you're scared to hold
and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome
13 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 that kid
stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line
criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin'
get that loot kid, you know my function
cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people
react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin'
cause I'm creepin'

Chorus:

Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(he's just a shook one)
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(we live the live that of diamonds)

they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
they shook...
'cause ain't no suc