Shook Ones, Pt. I Lyrics

The most violent of the violentest crimes we give life toIf these Queensbridge kids don′t like youWe bring drama of the worst kind of enemiesYour first time will be your last Earth memoriesIt's only your own fault, I gave you fair warningBeware of killer kids who don′t careUnaware fools will be dealt with in timeIt ain't a mystery how I form the words in rhymeIn nineteen hundred and ninety squareAll shook niggas is supposed to have fearTryna get a piece of this pie, we don't sharePrepare for the worst ′cause I been thereTry to keep a positive mind and walk a straight line don′t workSo niggas is forced to do dirtAnd God made dirt, so this dirt won't hurtIf I listen to the lessons and the rules I learntOn these streets for 19 years and not leavingMy first priority′s to reach 21 breathingForever beef, nobody will ever be evenSo I grab the heat before breezingLost in this foul mind state, I can't keep straight thinkin′But I keep my eyes on the Earth without blinkingIt's hard to be a man in this land of the venomAny man try to front, he get slugs in himBecause-He ain′t a crook son (son)He just a shook one (shook one)We live the life that of diamonds and gunsAnd numerous ways that we choose to earn fundsSome niggas get shot, locked down and turn nunsCowardly hearts and straight up shook ones (shook ones)He ain't a crook sonHe just a shook one (shook one)For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to lifeTo all my peoples in the Bridge know what I′m talking ′bout, right?Ain't no time for hesitation, that only leads to incarcerationYou don′t know me, there's no relation′Cause Queens niggas don't playI don′t got time for the "he say, she say" I'm bigger than thatClaiming that you pack a gat, but you scared to get lockedOnce you get upon the Island change your ways and stop13 years in the projects of hard times I've lived inWake up in the morning, thank God I′m still livingSometimes I wonder, do I deserve to liveOr I am going to burn in hell for all the shit I did?No time to dwell on that ′cause my brain reactsFront if you want niggaLay on your back, I don't fake jacks kidYou know I bring it to you liveStay in a child′s place, kid you outta lineCriminal minds thirsty for recognition missionI'm strictly sipping E&J like got my mind flippin′I'm bugging digging my ways out of holes by hustlin′Get that loot kidYou know my motherfucking function'Cause long as I'm alive, I′ma live illegalAnd once I get on, I′ma put on all my peoplesReact quick, spit lyrics like MACs I hitYour dome up, when I roll upDon't be caught sleeping ′cause I'm creepingYou just a shook oneHe ain′t a crook sonHe just a shook oneWe live the life that of diamonds and gunsAnd numerous ways that we choose to earn fundsSome niggas get shot, locked down and turn nunsCowardly hearts and straight up shook ones (shook ones)He ain't a crook sonHe just a shook one (shook one)We live the life that of diamonds and gunsAnd numerous ways that we choose to earn fundsSome niggas get shot, locked down and turn nunsCowardly hearts and straight up shook ones (shook ones)He ain′t a crook son (crook son)He just a shook one (shook one)YeahMobb DeepMobb DeepMobb DeepMobb Deep

Writer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek MuchitaLyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com