To all the killaz and the hundred dollar billas'
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For real dealers that ain't got no feelings...
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Check it out now....
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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 white folks 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 those who wanna profile and pose
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Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nosebone
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You're all alone in these streets, cousin
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Every man for their self 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 your 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
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I guarantee you it'll be you 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's featherweight
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My gunshots will 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 get cold
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Another faked disease, another story gets told
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It ain't nothin' really
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Hey, yo son spark that Phillie
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So I can get my mind off these yellow backed niggas
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Yo, why they still alive I don't know, go figure
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Meanwhile back in L.A the foundation
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If i had to 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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Son, they shook...
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CHORUS (4x)
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'cause aint no such thing as halfway crooks
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Scared to death, scared to look
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You shook
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Livin' the life with the diamonds & guns
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There's numerous ways you can choose to earn founds
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But some get shoot, locked down & turn nuns
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Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones
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You ain't crook son
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you're just a shook one
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There is a war going on outside, no man is safe from
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You can run, but you can't hide forever
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And the knees, streets, weed we took
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You walk on with your head down scared to look
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You shook...
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'cause ain't no such thing as halfway crooks
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They're never around when the be-cooks
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And my part of town is similar to Vietnam
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Now we all grown up and hold heavy on the cops control
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You better have the right, get ready, try to bag me rocksteadty
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'bout the Mag' one double, I touch you,
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Leave you with not much to go home with
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My skin is sticked, cause I be up in the mix of action
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If I am not home, puffed off and relaxin'
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A late night a nigger got depressed
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So I wear a stuck proof underneath my guests
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For life with diamonds & guns,
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There is a numerous way you can choose to earn founds
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But some get shoot, locked down & turn nuns
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Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones
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You shook...
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'cause aint no such thing as halfway crooks
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Scared to death, scared to look
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You shook...
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(Repeat)
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You ain't crook son
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You're just a shook one
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Shook Ones Pt. II (featuring Mobb Deep)
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Everlast |