Pt. 1
(prodigy):
The violent of the violent lest crimes we give life to If these kids don't like you We bring drama of the worst of enemies Your first would be your last earth memories It's only own fault I gave you warning..beware.. Of killa kids who care Unaware fools who be dealt in time It a mystery Hop on the and rhyme In hundred and ninety square All shook is supposed to have fear to get a piece of this pie we don't share Prepare for the 'cause I been there Try tah, keep a positive mind and walk a line don't work So niggaz is to do dirt And God .... So this jerk hurt If I listen to the and the rules I learnt On the streets for nineteenth And not My first priority is to twenty one breathing Forever Nobody ever be even So I grab the before breathing Lost in this foul mind I can't straight thinking But I my eyes on the earth without blinking It's to be a man in this land of the venom Any man try to He get in him Because..
(chorus / prodigy):
He ain't a crook son..son, he shook one..shook one...
We the life that of diamonds and guns And numerous that we choose to earn funds..earn funds... Some get shot, locked down and turned nuns Cowardly send straight up shook ones..shook ones... He a crook son, he just a shook one..shook one...
(havoc):
For every rhyme I Is 25 to To all my peoples in the Know what I'm 'bout, right no time for hesitation That only to incarceration You don't me, there's no relation 'cause queens niggas play I don't got for the he say, she say I'm than dat Claiming you packing gats But you scared to get Once you get the island Change ways and stop years in the projects, my hard times of living Wake up in the God I'm still living Sometimes I wonder, do I deserve to Or I am to hell for all the shit I did No time to dwell on 'cause my reacts if you want nigga Lay on ya I don't jax Kid, you know I bring it to ya Stay in a child's place, kid you line mind thirsty for recognition mission I'm strictly e&j like got my mind flipping I'm diggin ..... over hustling Get loot kid You know my function as long as I'm alive I'ma illegal And I get it put it on my people React to lyrics macs I hit... Your up I roll up, don't get caught sleepin' 'cause I'm ...
...you a shook one
(chorus / prodigy):
We live the life that of diamonds and And ways that we choose to earn funds Some niggaz get shot, down and turned nuns hearts send straight up shook ones..shook ones... He a crook son, he just a shook one..shook one...
We live the life of diamonds and guns And numerous ways that we choose to funds Some niggaz get shot, locked down and nuns Cowardly hearts send straight up ones..shook ones... He ain't a crook son..crook son, he just a one..shook one...
Yeah...
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Pt ii
Note: during the whole you can hear talkings in the background
(intro)
Word up son, Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar (yo I got the thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open) For real niggas who ain't got no (keep your open) (no doubt, no son, I got this, I got this) (just watch my back, I got first, yo) it out now (word up, say it to them niggas, this out it's a murda)
I got you off the realness, we be the infamous You of us Official murderers The comes equipped with warfare, beware Of my family who got nuff shots to share For all of those who profile and pose Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' nosebone You all alone in streets, cousin Every man for theirself in this land we be And them shook crews runnin' Like they to come around but they never come close to I can see it your face You're in the wrong like you just get they're whole body laced up With holes and such Speak the wrong words man and you get touched You can put whole army against my team and I you it'll be your very last time breathin' Your simple words don't move me You're minor, major You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a make me have to call your name out Your crew is My gunshots'll you levitate I'm nineteen but my mind is old And when the things get for real my warm heart cold Another nigga deceased, another story told It ain't really Hey, yo dun spark the So I can get my mind off these niggas Why they still alive I know, go figure Meanwhile back in queens the realness is If I die I couldn't a better location the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation Getting to God in a tight situation Now, take these words home and think it Or the next I write might be about you
Son, shook... 'cause no such things as halfway crooks to death, scared to look They ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, scared to
Livin' the that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can to earn funds...earn funds Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn Cowardly hearts end straight up ones...shook ones He ain't a son, he's just a shook one...shook one
For every rhyme I write, 25 to life Yo, it's a must the gats we trust my life Ain't no time for That only leads to You know me, there's no relation Queensbridge niggas don't I don't got time for your petty thinking Son, I'm bigga those claimin' that you pack heat But you're scared to And when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in dome 13 in the projects, my mentality is what, kid You a good one but you don't want it Sometimes I do I deserve to live Or am I going to in hell for all the things I did No to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts Front if you want kid, lay on your I don't fake kid Stay in a place, kid you out o' line Criminal minds thirsty for I'm sippin' e&j, got my mind I'm buggin' I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin' Get loot kid, you know my function Cause long as I'm alive i'ma live And once I get on i'ma put on, on my React mix to like macs I hit your dome up I roll up, don't be caught sleepin' Cause I'm
Son, shook... ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to (he's just a one) shook... 'cause ain't no such things as crooks Scared to death and to look (we live the live of diamonds)
shook... 'cause ain't no such as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to shook... 'cause ain't no such things as crooks, crooks..
Livin' the live that of diamonds and There's numerous you can choose to earn funds...earn funds But some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn Cowardly hearts end straight up ones...shook ones He ain't a son, he's just a shook one...shook one
Yeah, yeah, To all the villains and a dollar billas To brothers who ain't got no dealings G-yeah, the bridge, queens get the money side (he's just a shook one) Keepin' it (you know) get the money...
(talk out)