Word up son, word
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Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
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(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin, keep your eyes open)
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For real niggas who ain´t got no feelings
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(keep your eyes open)
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(no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this)
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(just watch my back, I got this first, yo)
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Check it out now
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(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out its a murda)
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[prodigy]
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I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
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You heard of us
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Official queensbridge murderers
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The mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
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Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
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For all of those who wanna profile and pose
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Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit your nosebone
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You all alone in these streets, cousin
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Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin
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And keep them shook crews runnin
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Like they supposed to
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They come around but they never come close to
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I can see it inside your face
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You´re in the wrong place
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Cowards like you just get theyre whole body laced up
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With bullet holes and such
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Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
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You can put your whole army against my team and
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I guarantee you it´ll be your very last time breathin
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Your simple words just don´t move me
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You´re minor, were major
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You all up in the game and don´t deserve to be a player
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Don´t make me have to call your name out
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Your crew is featherweight
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My gunshotsll make you levitate
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I´m only nineteen but my mind is old
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And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
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Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
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It ain´t nothin really
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Hey, yo dun spark the phillie
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So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
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Why they still alive I don´t know, go figure
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Meanwhile back in queens the realness is foundation
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If I die I couldn´t choose a better location
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When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
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Getting closer to God in a tight situation
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Now, take these words home and think it through
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Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
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Chorus:
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Son, they shook...
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Cause ain´t no such things as halfway crooks
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Scared to death, scared to look
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They shook
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Cause ain´t no such things as halfway crooks
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Scared to death, scared to look
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Livin the live that of diamonds and guns
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Theres numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
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Some of em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
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Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
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He ain´t a crook son, he´s just a shook one...shook one
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[havoc]
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For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life
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Yo, its a must the gats we trust safeguardin my life
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Ain´t no time for hesitation
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That only leads to incarceration
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You don´t know me, theres no relation
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Queensbridge niggas don´t play
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I don´t got time for your petty thinking mind
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Son, I´m bigga than those claimin that you pack heat
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But you´re scared to hold
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And when the smoke clears you´ll be left with one in your dome
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13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
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You talk a good one but you don´t want it
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Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
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Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did
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No time to dwell on that cause my brain reacts
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Front if you want kid, lay on your back
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I don´t fake that kid
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Stay in a childs place, kid you out o line
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Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
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I´m sippin e&j, got my mind flippin
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I´m buggin think I´m how bizar to hold my hustlin
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Get that loot kid, you know my function
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Cause long as I´m alive I´ma live illegal
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And once I get on I´ma put on, on my people
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React mix to lyrics like macs I hit your dome up
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When I roll up, don´t be caught sleepin
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Cause I´m creepin
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Chorus:
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Son, they shook...
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Cause ain´t no such things as halfway crooks
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Scared to death and scared to look
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(he´s just a shook one)
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They shook...
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Cause ain´t no such things as halfway crooks
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Scared to death and scared to look
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| (we live the live that of diamonds |
