Hey, yo, to all the And the hundred dollar For real, niggas who ain't got no it out now
I got you off the realness We be the infamous, you of us Official bridge murderers The Mobb comes equipped warfare
Beware of my crime Who got shots to share For all of who wanna profile and pose Rock you in face your brain with your nosebone
You're all in these streets, cousin Every man for in this land we be gunnin' And them shook crews runnin' Like supposed to come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face, in the wrong place Cowards like you just get they're whole body up With holes and such Speak the wrong man and you will get touched You can put your whole army against my and I you it'll 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 Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll you levitate
I'm nineteen but my mind is older And when the things get for real, my warm turns cold nigga deceased, another story gets told It nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck the Philly
So I can get my mind off these yellow niggas Why still alive? I don't know, go figure Meanwhile back in the realness is foundation If I die, I couldn't choose a location
When the penetrate, you feel a burning sensation Getting closer to God in a situation Now, take these words and think it through Or the next rhyme I write be about you
Son, they 'Cause ain't no such as halfway crooks Scared to and scared to look They ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and to look
Livin' the live that of diamonds and There's numerous ways you can choose to funds of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts end straight up ones, shook ones He ain't a crook son, he's a shook one
you hands up, throw your hands up Throw you hands up, your hands up
For every rhyme I write, 25 to life Yo, it's a must the gats we safeguardin' my life no time for hesitation That leads to incarceration
You don't know me, there's no Queens bridge niggas play I don't got time for your thinking mind Son, I'm bigga 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 good one, but you don't it Sometimes I wonder do I to live Or am I going to burn in hell for all the I did
No time to dwell on that my brain reacts if you want kid, lay on your back I don't jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live Stay in a child's place, kid you out of
Criminal minds for recognition I'm sippin', E&J, got my mind I'm buggin', think I'm how bizarre to hold my Get that loot kid, you my function
'Cause long as I'm alive I'ma live And once I get on I'ma put on on my React to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin', I'm creepin'
Son, they 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway Scared to and scared to look shook 'Cause ain't no such as halfway crooks Scared to and scared to look
They 'Cause no such things as halfway crooks Scared to and scared to look shook Cause ain't no such as halfway crooks
Livin' the live, of diamonds and guns numerous ways you can choose to earn funds Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, ones He ain't a crook son, he's just a one
Yeah, yeah, yeah,