quietboy

Shook ones pt. II

[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
Youre in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get theyre 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 itll be your very last time breathin
Your simple words just dont move me
Youre minor, were major
You all up in the game and dont deserve to be a player
Dont make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight
My gunshotsll make you levitate
Im 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 aint nothin really
Hey, yo dun spark the phillie
So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
Why they still alive I dont know, go figure
Meanwhile back in queens the realness is foundation
If I die I couldnt 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 aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
They shook
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look

Livin the live that of diamonds and guns
Theres numerous ways you can choose to earn funds.
Some of em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones.
He aint a crook son, hes just a shook one.
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