Hey, yo, to all the And the dollar billers 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 Mobb comes equipped with
Beware of my family Who got shots to share For all of those who profile and pose you in your face Stab your with your nosebone
You're all alone in streets, cousin man for theirself in this land we be gunnin' And keep shook crews runnin' Like supposed to They come around but they never close to
I can see it inside 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 will get You can put your whole army against my and I guarantee you be your very last time breathin'
Your simple words just move me, you're minor, we're major You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a Don't make me to call your name out crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm nineteen but my mind is older And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns Another nigga deceased, another gets told It nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck the Philly
So I can get my mind off these yellow backed Why they still alive? I don't know, go Meanwhile back in the realness is foundation If I die, I couldn't a better location
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning Getting closer to God in a tight 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 Scared to death and to look They ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and to look
Livin' the that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can to earn funds of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts end straight up ones, shook ones He a crook son, he's just a shook one
Throw you hands up, your hands up Throw you hands up, throw your up
For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to Yo, it's a the gats we trust safeguardin' my life Ain't no time for That only leads to
You don't know me, there's no Queens bridge don't play I don't got time for your petty thinking Son, I'm than those
Claimin' that you pack heat but you're to hold And the smoke clears You'll be with one in your dome years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
You talk a good one, but you 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 fake jacks kid, you know I it to you live Stay in a place, kid you out of line
minds thirsty for recognition I'm sippin', E&J, got my flippin' I'm buggin', think I'm how to hold my hustlin' Get loot kid, you know my function
'Cause long as I'm alive live illegal And once I get on put on on my people React mixed to like Macs I hit your dome up I roll 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 ain't no things as halfway crooks to death and scared to look
They 'Cause ain't no things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to shook Cause ain't no such things as crooks
Livin' the live, that of and guns There's ways you can choose to earn funds of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook He ain't a crook son, he's just a one
Yeah, yeah, yeah,