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Shook Ones, Part I (Original Version)

Shook Ones, Part I (Original Version)

Mobb Deep

作詞 Kejuan Muchita/Albert Johnson

作曲 Kejuan Muchita/Albert Johnson

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Hold up, son, word Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas For real niggas who ain't got no feelin's Check it out now 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 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 could 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 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 Son, they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns There's 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 ain't a crook, son, he just a shook one For every rhyme I write, it's 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 get time for your petty thinkin' 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 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 jacks, 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 sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin' I'm buggin', think I'm how bizarre 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 all my peoples React mix to lyrics like Macs, I hit your dome up When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin' 'cause I'm creepin' Son, they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds But 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 Yeah, yeah, yeah To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas To real brothers who ain't got no dealings G-yeah, the whole, Queens get the money, 41st side
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