Pt. 1
(prodigy):
The most violent of the violent lest we give life to If these queensbridge kids don't you We bring drama of the worst kind of first time would be your last earth memories It's only your own I gave you warning..beware.. Of killa who don't care Unaware fools who be with in time It ain't a Hop on the words and In nineteenth hundred and ninety All shook is supposed to have fear Trying to get a of this pie we don't share Prepare for the 'cause I been there Try tah, keep a positive and walk a straight line don't work So niggaz is to do dirt And God .... So this wouldn't hurt If I to the lessons and the rules I learnt On the streets for nineteenth And not My first priority is to twenty one breathing beef Nobody would ever be So I grab the heat before Lost in this foul mind I keep straight thinking But I my eyes on the earth without blinking It's hard to be a man in this of the venom Any man try to He get in him Because..
(chorus / prodigy):
He a crook son..son, he just shook one..shook one...
We live the life of diamonds and guns And numerous ways that we choose to funds..earn funds... Some niggaz get shot, locked down and nuns hearts send straight up shook ones..shook ones... He ain't a son, he just a shook one..shook one...
(havoc):
For every I write Is 25 to To all my in the bridge Know what I'm 'bout, right no time for hesitation That only to incarceration You know me, there's no relation 'cause niggas don't play I don't got for the he say, she say I'm than dat Claiming that you packing But you scared to get Once you get upon the Change your and stop Thirteen years in the projects, my hard of living Wake up in the God I'm still living Sometimes I wonder, do I to live? Or I am to hell for all the shit I did No to dwell on that 'cause my reacts Front if you nigga Lay on ya I don't jax Kid, you know I bring it to ya Stay in a child's place, kid you outta Criminal thirsty for recognition mission I'm sipping e&j like got my mind flipping I'm buggin diggin ..... over Get loot kid You know my motherfucking Cause as as I'm alive I'ma live And I get it I'ma put it on my React to lyrics macs I hit... Your up When I roll up, get caught sleepin' I'm creepin' ...
...you a shook one
(chorus / prodigy):
We live the life of diamonds and guns And numerous ways that we choose to funds Some get shot, locked down and turned nuns Cowardly send straight up shook ones..shook ones... He ain't a son, he just a shook one..shook one...
We live the life of diamonds and guns And numerous ways that we to earn funds Some niggaz get shot, locked down and nuns Cowardly send straight up shook ones..shook ones... He ain't a 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
(intro)
up son, word Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred billas (yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', your eyes open) For real who ain't got no feelings (keep eyes 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 queensbridge murderers The mobb equipped with warfare, beware Of my family who got nuff shots to share For all of who wanna profile and pose Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your You all alone in these streets, Every man for theirself in land we be gunnin' And keep shook crews runnin' Like they to They come but they never come close to I can see it inside face You're in the wrong Cowards like you just get they're body laced up With bullet holes and Speak the wrong man and you will get touched You can put your whole against my team and I guarantee you it'll be very last time breathin' Your simple words just don't me minor, we're major You all up in the game and deserve to be a player Don't make me have to call name out Your crew is My make you levitate I'm nineteen but my mind is old And when the things get for my warm heart turns cold Another nigga deceased, another story told It nothin' really Hey, yo dun the phillie So I can get my off these yellowbacked niggas Why they alive I don't know, go figure Meanwhile in queens the realness is foundation If I die I choose a better location When the slugs you feel a burning sensation Getting to God in a tight situation Now, take these words home and think it Or the rhyme I write might be about you
Son, shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway to death, scared to look They 'cause ain't no such things as crooks Scared to death, scared to
Livin' the live that of and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn Some of 'em get shot, down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook He a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one
For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to Yo, it's a must the we trust safeguardin' my life Ain't no for hesitation That leads to incarceration You don't know me, there's no Queensbridge niggas don't I got time for your petty thinking mind Son, I'm bigga than claimin' that you pack heat But you're to hold And when the smoke clears be left with one in your 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 burn in for all the things I did No time to dwell on that my brain reacts if you want kid, lay on your back I don't that kid in a child's place, kid you out o' line Criminal thirsty for recognition I'm e&j, got my mind flippin' I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my Get loot kid, you know my function Cause long as I'm alive i'ma illegal And once I get on put on, on my people React mix to like macs I hit your dome up I roll up, don't be caught sleepin' Cause I'm
Son, shook... 'cause ain't no such things as crooks to death and scared to look (he's a shook one) shook... 'cause ain't no things as halfway crooks Scared to death and to look (we live the that of diamonds)
shook... 'cause ain't no things as halfway crooks to death and scared to look shook... 'cause ain't no such as halfway crooks, crooks..
the live that of diamonds and guns There's ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds But some of 'em get shot, locked and turn nuns Cowardly hearts end up shook ones...shook ones He ain't a crook son, he's just a one...shook one
Yeah, yeah, To all the villains and a hundred dollar To real brothers who ain't got no G-yeah, the bridge, queens get the money 41st side (he's a shook one) Keepin' it (you know) get the money...
(talk out)