Pt. 1
(prodigy):
The most violent of the violent lest crimes we give life to
If these queensbridge kids dont like you
We bring drama of the worst kind of enemies
Your first time would be your last earth memories
Its only your own fault
I gave you fair warning..beware..
Of killa kids who dont care
Unaware fools who be dealt with in time
It aint 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 dont share
Prepare for the worst cuz I been there
Try tah, keep a positive mind and walk a straight line dont work
So niggaz is forced to do dirt
And God made ....
So this jerk wouldnt 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 cant keep straight thinking
But I keep my eyes on the earth without blinking
Its 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 aint 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 aint 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 Im talking bout, right
Aint no time for hesitation
That only leads to incarceration
You dont know me, theres no relation
Cuz queens niggas dont play
I dont got time for the he say, she say
Im 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 Im 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 dont fake jax
Kid, you know I bring it to ya live
Stay in a childs place, kid you outta line
Criminal mind thirsty for recognition mission
Im strictly sipping e&j like got my mind flipping
Im buggin diggin ..... over hustling
Get that loot kid
You know my motherfucking function
Cause as long as Im alive
Ima live illegal
And once I get it
Ima put it on my people
React quick to lyrics
Like macs I hit...
Your dome up
When I roll up, dont get caught sleepin
cause Im 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 aint 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 aint a crook son..crook son, he just a shook one..shook one...
Yeah...
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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 aint 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 its 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
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
Chorus:
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...earn funds
Some of em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
He aint a crook son, hes just a shook one...shook one
[havoc]
For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life
Yo, its a must the gats we trust safeguardin my life
Aint no time for hesitation
That only leads to incarceration
You dont know me, theres no relation
Queensbridge niggas dont play
I dont got time for your petty thinking mind
Son, Im bigga than those claimin that you pack heat
But youre scared to hold
And when the smoke clears youll be left with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
You talk a good one but you dont 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 dont fake that kid
Stay in a childs place, kid you out o line
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
Im sippin e&j, got my mind flippin
Im buggin think Im how bizar to hold my hustlin
Get that loot kid, you know my function
Cause long as Im alive ima live illegal
And once I get on ima put on, on my people
React mix to lyrics like macs I hit your dome up
When I roll up, dont be caught sleepin
Cause Im creepin
Chorus:
Son, they shook...
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
(hes just a shook one)
They shook...
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
(we live the live that of diamonds)
They shook...
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
They shook...
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..
Livin the live that of diamonds and guns
Theres numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
But some of em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
He aint a crook son, hes just a shook one...shook one
Yeah, yeah, yeah
To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas
To real brothers who aint got no dealings
G-yeah, the whole bridge, queens get the money
41st side (hes just a shook one)
Keepin it real (you know)
Queens get the money...
(talk fades out)
