Mobb Deep - Shook Ones, Pt. II

[Intro]
Word up, son, word, yeah!
To all the killers and a hundred dollar billers,
For real, niggas who ain't got no feelings.
Check it out now!

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
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 19, but my mind is old,
When the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold,
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told,
It ain't nothing 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.

[Hook:]
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,
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.

[Verse 2: Havoc]
For every rhyme I write it's 25 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 goin' 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 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.
‘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 MAC's, I hit your dome up,
When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin', ‘cause I'm creepin'.

[Hook:]
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, 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.
Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns,
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds,
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:]
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!