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(Intro)
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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 it's 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 they're 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, we're 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 gunshots'll 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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there's 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, it's 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, there's 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 jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live
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stay in a child's 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)
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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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they shook...
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'cause ain't no s |