Lyrics Shook Ones Part II - Mobb Deep feat. Everlast

To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers.
For real dealers that ain′t got no feelings.
Check it out now.
I got you stuck off the realness
We be the infamous
You heard of us
Official white folks murder us
My mob comes equipped for warfare, beware,
My crime family got enough shots to share.
For all those, who want to profile and pose.
Rock you in the face snap your brain with your nose bone.
You all alone in these streets cousin,
Every man for themselves in this land we be gunnin
To keep them screws runnin
Like they supposed too
They come around but they never come close too
I can see it inside your face
You in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get they 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 guarentee you it'll be your very last time breathin
The simple words just don′t move,
Ya minor, we're major,
Ya all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
Don′t make me have to call your name out
Ya crew is crew is featherweight,
My gunhots′ll make ya levitate.
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old,
And when the things get for real my warm heart gets cold.
Another nigger deceased, another story gets told
It ain′t nothin really, ayo Dun spark the philly
So i get my mind off these yellow back niggas,
Why they still alive I don't know go figure
Meanwhile back in L.A.
The foundation, if I had to die I couldn′t choose a better location.
When the slug penetrate, feel a burnin sensation
Getting closer to god in a tight situation now,
Take these words home and think it through,
Or the next rime I write might be about you.
Ya shook, there ain't no such things as half-way crooks, ya scared to death ya scared to look Livin the life with the diamonds and guns,
There′s numerous ways you can choose to earn funds.
Some get shot, locked down and turned nuns,
Their cowardly hearts and straight sones.
You ain't a crook son,
You just a sone.
There's a war going on outside,
No man is safe from.
You can run but you can′t hide forever.
And these, streets that we done took.
You walkin with your head down scared to look.
Ya shook, there ain′t no such things as half way crooks.
They never around when the beef cooks.
And my part of town, is similar to Vietnam.
Now we all grown up and hold heavy on the cop control,
You better have the riot gear ready.
Try and back me and get rock steady.
By the mac one double
I'll touch you, and leave you with not much to go home with.
My skin is thick, cause i′ll be up in the mix of action
If i'm not at home puffin lie relaxin,
The lay got a nigga depressed,
That′s why I wear a slug proof underneath my Guess.
Livin the life filled with diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds.
But some get shot locked down and turn nuns.
Ya shook, there ain′t no such thing as half crooks...
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