Soundtrack - Mobb DeepShook Ones текст песни

Pt. 1

(prodigy):

The most violent of the violent lest crimes we give life to

If these queensbridge kids dont like you

We bring drama of the worst kind of enemies

Your first time would be your last earth memories

Its only your own fault

I gave you fair warning..beware..

Of killa kids who dont care

Unaware fools who be dealt with in time

It aint a mystery

Hop on the words and rhyme

In nineteenth hundred and ninety square

All shook niggaz is supposed to have fear

Trying to get a piece of this pie we dont share

Prepare for the worst cuz I been there

Try tah, keep a positive mind and walk a straight line dont work

So niggaz is forced to do dirt

And God made ....

So this jerk wouldnt hurt

If I listen to the lessons and the rules I learnt

On the streets for nineteenth years

And not leaving

My first priority is to reach twenty one breathing

Forever beef

Nobody would ever be even

So I grab the heat before breathing

Lost in this foul mind state

I cant keep straight thinking

But I keep my eyes on the earth without blinking

Its hard to be a man in this land of the venom

Any man try to front

He get slugs in him

Because..

(chorus / prodigy):

He aint a crook son..son, he just shook one..shook one...

We live the life that of diamonds and guns

And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds..earn funds...

Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns

Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones..shook ones...

He aint a crook son, he just a shook one..shook one...

(havoc):

For every rhyme I write

Is 25 to life

To all my peoples in the bridge

Know what Im talking bout, right

Aint no time for hesitation

That only leads to incarceration

You dont know me, theres no relation

Cuz queens niggas dont play

I dont got time for the he say, she say

Im bigga than dat

Claiming that you packing gats

But you scared to get locked

Once you get upon the island

Change your ways and stop

Thirteen years in the projects, my hard times of living

Wake up in the morning

Thank God Im still living

Sometimes I wonder, do I deserve to live?

Or I am going to hell for all the shit I did

No time to dwell on that

Cuz my brain reacts

Front if you want nigga

Lay on ya back

I dont fake jax

Kid, you know I bring it to ya live

Stay in a childs place, kid you outta line

Criminal mind thirsty for recognition mission

Im strictly sipping e&j like got my mind flipping

Im buggin diggin ..... over hustling

Get that loot kid

You know my motherfucking function

Cause as long as Im alive

Ima live illegal

And once I get it

Ima put it on my people

React quick to lyrics

Like macs I hit...

Your dome up

When I roll up, dont get caught sleepin

cause Im creepin ...

...you just a shook one

(chorus / prodigy):

We live the life that of diamonds and guns

And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds

Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns

Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones..shook ones...

He aint a crook son, he just a shook one..shook one...

We live the life that of diamonds and guns

And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds

Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns

Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones..shook ones...

He aint a crook 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 background

(intro)

Word up son, word

Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas

(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin, keep your eyes open)

For real niggas who aint got no feelings

(keep your eyes open)

(no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this)

(just watch my back, I got this first, yo)

Check it out now

(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out its a murda)

[prodigy]

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous

You heard of us

Official queensbridge murderers

The mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware

Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share

For all of those who wanna profile and pose

Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit your nosebone

You all alone in these streets, cousin

Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin

And keep them shook crews runnin

Like they supposed to

They come around but they never come close to

I can see it inside your face

Youre in the wrong place

Cowards like you just get theyre whole body laced up

With bullet holes and such

Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched

You can put your whole army against my team and

I guarantee you itll be your very last time breathin

Your simple words just dont move me

Youre minor, were major

You all up in the game and dont deserve to be a player

Dont make me have to call your name out

Your crew is featherweight

My gunshotsll make you levitate

Im only nineteen but my mind is old

And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold

Another nigga deceased, another story gets told

It aint nothin really

Hey, yo dun spark the phillie

So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas

Why they still alive I dont know, go figure

Meanwhile back in queens the realness is foundation

If I die I couldnt choose a better location

When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation

Getting closer to God in a tight situation

Now, take these words home and think it through

Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Chorus:

Son, they shook...

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death, scared to look

They shook

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death, scared to look

Livin the live that of diamonds and guns

Theres numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds

Some of em get shot, locked down and turn nuns

Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones

He aint a crook son, hes just a shook one...shook one

[havoc]

For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life

Yo, its a must the gats we trust safeguardin my life

Aint no time for hesitation

That only leads to incarceration

You dont know me, theres no relation

Queensbridge niggas dont play

I dont got time for your petty thinking mind

Son, Im bigga than those claimin that you pack heat

But youre scared to hold

And when the smoke clears youll be left with one in your dome

13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid

You talk a good one but you dont want it

Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live

Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did

No time to dwell on that cause my brain reacts

Front if you want kid, lay on your back

I dont fake that kid

Stay in a childs place, kid you out o line

Criminal minds thirsty for recognition

Im sippin e&j, got my mind flippin

Im buggin think Im how bizar to hold my hustlin

Get that loot kid, you know my function

Cause long as Im alive ima live illegal

And once I get on ima put on, on my people

React mix to lyrics like macs I hit your dome up

When I roll up, dont be caught sleepin

Cause Im creepin

Chorus:

Son, they shook...

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

(hes just a shook one)

They shook...

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

(we live the live that of diamonds)

They shook...

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

They shook...

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..

Livin the live that of diamonds and guns

Theres numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds

But some of em get shot, locked down and turn nuns

Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones

He aint a crook son, hes just a shook one...shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah

To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas

To real brothers who aint got no dealings

G-yeah, the whole bridge, queens get the money

41st side (hes just a shook one)

Keepin it real (you know)

Queens get the money...

(talk fades out)