Mobb Deep – Shook Ones, Pt. II

Download another hot old mp3 free audio song lyrics by Mobb Deep and this amazing music is titled “Shook Ones, Pt. II”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an old album which is titled ‘The Infamous’ and it was released in the year 1995.

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Lyrics

Word up son, word

Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas

(Yo I got the phone thing, know I’m sayin’? Keep your eyes open)

For real niggas who ain’t got no feelings

(No doubt son, keep your eyes open)

(I got this, I got this)

(Just watch my back, I got your front, yo)

Check it out now

(Word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it’s a murda)

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 gunning

And keep them shook crews running, 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 breathing

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 old

And 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 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 and 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

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

Living 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

For every rhyme I write it’s 25 to life

Yo it’s a must, in gats we trust, safeguarding 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 thinking mind, son, I’m bigger than those

Claiming that you pack heat but you’re scared to hold

And once 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 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 outta line

Criminal minds thirsty for recognition

I’m sipping, E&J got my mind flipping

I’m bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling

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 people

React quick, spit lyrics like MACs, I hit your dome up

When I roll up, don’t be caught sleeping ’cause I’m creeping

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

(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

Living 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

Yeah, yeah, yeah

To all the villains and a hundred dollar billers

To real brothers who ain’t got no feelings, yeah

The whole Bridge, Queens get the money

41st side, keepin’ it real, you know

Queens get the money