Shook Ones, Pt. II (Instrumental)

“Shook Ones (Part II)” is – with almost unanimous consent – proof that sequels can be better than the original song.… Read More [Intro: Prodigy & Havoc]

Word up, son, word

Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billers

Yo, I'm tired of the phone ringin', son, you know I'm sayin'

(Keep your eyes open) (No doubt, no doubt, son)

For real niggas who ain't got no feelings

Keep your eyes open (I got this, I got this)

Just watch my back, I got your front, yo

Check it out now (Word up, say it to them niggas)

(Check this out, word up)

[Verse 1: Prodigy, Prodigy & Havoc]

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

You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers

The Mobb comes equipped for warfare, beware

Of my crime family who got 'nough shots to share

For all of those who wanna profile and pose

Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone

You all alone in these streets, cousin

Every man for they self 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, you're 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 guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'

Your simple words just don't move me

You're minor, we're major

You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player

Don't make me have to call your name out

Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate

I'm only nineteen, but my mind is older

When the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold

Another nigga deceased, another story gets told

It ain't nothin' really; ayo, dunn, spark the Philly

So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed niggas

Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure

Meanwhile back in Queens the realness and foundation

If I die, I couldn't choose a better location

When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burnin' sensation

Gettin' 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: Prodigy, Prodigy & Havoc, (Havoc)]

Son, they shook

'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look, they shook

'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns

There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds (Funds)

So some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns

Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones

(We take care of all our business, kid)

He ain't a crook, son (Word up, eye for an eye)

He's just a shook one (Know what I'm sayin'? Tooth for a tooth)

[Verse 2: Havoc & Prodigy]

(Ayo, Hav, kick that – know what I'm sayin'?)

For every rhyme I write, it's twenty-five to life

Yo, it's a must, in gats we trust, safeguardin' my life

Ain't no time for hesitation, that only leads to incarceration

You don't know me, there's no relation

Queensbridge and we don't play

I don't got time for your petty-thinkin' mind, son, I'm bigger than those

Claimin' that you pack heat, but you're scared to hold

And once the smoke clears, you'll be left with one in your dome (Yeah... yeah... man down, man down)

Thirteen years in the projects—my mentality is "What, kid?!"

You talk a good one, but you don't want it

Sometimes I wonder, do I deserve to live?

And am I gonna burn in Hell for all the things I did? (Whatever... whatever...)

No time to dwell on that, 'cause my brain reacts

Front if you want, kid, lay on your back

I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live (Straight up)

Stay in a child's place, kid, you out of line

Criminal minds thirsty for recognition

I'm sippin', E&J got my mind flippin'

I'm buggin', diggin' my ways out of holes by hustlin'

Get that loot, kid, you know my function (Function)

'Cause long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal

And once I get on, I'ma put on all my peoples

React quick, spit lyrics like MACs, I hit

Your dome up when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin', 'cause I'm creepin'

[Chorus: Prodigy, Prodigy & Havoc, (Havoc)]

Son, they shook

'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look (He's just a shook one)

They shook

'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look, they shook

(We live the life that of diamonds)

'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look, they shook

'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks (Straight up live)

Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns

There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds

Some brothers get shot, locked down, and turn nuns

Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones

(It definitely can happen, son)

He ain't a crook, son (You know? Word up)

He's just a shook one

[Outro: Havoc, Prodigy]

Word is bond (He's just a shook one)

To all the villains and the hundred dollar billings

'95, kid, keep it live, knowI'msayin'

To real brothers who ain't got no feelings

G'yeah, the whole Bridge

Queens get the money

The 41st side, keepin' it real, you know

(Queens get the money)

Believe that shit... it's all good

You know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah... no doubt

[Produced by Havoc]