Hey, yo, to all the And the hundred dollar For real, who ain't got no feelings it out now
I got you stuck off the We be the infamous, you of us Official Queens murderers The comes equipped with warfare
of my crime family Who got shots to share For all of those who wanna and pose you in your face Stab brain with your nosebone
You're all alone in streets, cousin man for theirself in this land we be gunnin' And them shook crews runnin' Like they to They come around but they come close to
I can see it your face, you're in the wrong place Cowards like you just get they're whole body up bullet holes and such Speak the words man and you will get touched You can put your army against my team and I guarantee you be your very last time breathin'
Your simple just don't move me, you're minor, we're major You all up in the and don't deserve to be a playa Don't make me have to call your out crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns nigga deceased, another story gets told It ain't nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck the
So I can get my mind off these yellow niggas Why they still I don't know, go figure Meanwhile in Queens the realness is foundation If I die, I choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a sensation closer to God in a tight situation Now, these words home and think it through Or the next I write might be about you
Son, shook 'Cause ain't no such as halfway crooks to death and scared to look They 'Cause ain't no things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to
Livin' the live that of and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn Some of 'em get shot, locked down and nuns hearts end straight up shook ones, shook ones He ain't a son, he's just a shook one
Throw you up, throw your hands up Throw you hands up, throw hands up
For every rhyme I write, 25 to life Yo, a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life Ain't no for hesitation That leads to incarceration
You don't know me, there's no Queens niggas don't play I don't got time for your thinking mind Son, I'm than those
Claimin' that you pack heat but scared to hold And when the smoke be left with one in your dome Thirteen in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
You talk a 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 to dwell on that cause my brain reacts Front if you want kid, lay on your I don't fake kid, you know I bring it to you live in a child's place, kid you out of line
Criminal thirsty for recognition I'm sippin', E&J, got my flippin' I'm buggin', think I'm how bizarre to hold my Get that kid, you know my function
'Cause long as I'm alive live illegal And once I get on I'ma put on on my React mixed to lyrics like I hit your dome up When I up, don't be caught sleepin', 'cause I'm creepin'
Son, shook 'Cause ain't no such as halfway crooks Scared to and scared to look shook 'Cause no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and to look
shook 'Cause no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to shook Cause ain't no such things as halfway
the live, that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can to earn funds Some of 'em get shot, down and turn nuns hearts end straight up shook ones, shook ones He ain't a crook son, just a shook one
Yeah, yeah, yeah,