Shook Ones Part II
Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and
A hundred dollar billers
Yo I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin'
Keep your eyes open
For real niggas who ain't got no feelings
Keep your eyes open
No doubt, no doubt son, I got this
I got this
Just watch my back, I got the front, yo
Check it out now
Word up, say it to them niggas
Check this out it's a murder
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 old
And when the things get for real
My warm heart turns cold
Another nigga deceased
Another story gets told
It ain't nothin' really, ayo Dun
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
Son, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things
As halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things
As halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can
Choose to earn funds
So some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones
Shook ones he ain't a crook, son
He's just a shook one
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
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?
Or am I gonna burn in Hell
For all the things I did?
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
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
'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'
Son, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things
As halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things
As halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can
Choose to earn funds
So some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones
Shook ones he ain't a crook, son
He's just a shook one
Son, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things
As halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things
As halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
(We live the life that of diamonds)
'Cause ain't no such things
As halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things
As halfway crooks
Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can
Choose to earn funds
So some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones
Shook ones he ain't a crook, son
He's just a shook one
To all the villains and
A hundred dollar billers
To real brothers who ain't got no feelings
G yeah, the whole Bridge
Queens get the money
41st side, keepin' it real, you know
Queens get the money
[Produzido por Havoc]
[Intro]
Word up, son, word, yeah
To all the killers and a hundred dollar billers
For real niggas who ain't got no feelings
Check it out now
[Verso 1: Prodigy]
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 19, but my mind is old
And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothin' really, ayo Dun, 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
[Refrão]
Son, they shook
‘Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
‘Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
Some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones
He ain't a crook, son, he's just a shook one
[Verso 2: Havoc]
For every rhyme I write it's 25 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
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?
Or am I gonna burn in Hell for all the things I did?
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
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
‘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 MAC's, I hit your dome up
When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin', ‘cause I'm creepin'
[Refrão]
Son, they shook
‘Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
‘Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
‘Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
‘Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
Some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones
He ain't a crook, son, he's just a shook one
[Outro]
To all the villains and a hundred dollar billers
To real brothers who ain't got no feelings
G-yeah, the whole Bridge
Queens get the money
41st side, keepin' it real, you know
Queens get the money
[Перевод песни Mobb Deep - Shook Ones pt. II]
[Интро]
Отвечаю за базар, сын
Для всех любителей 100 баксов и убийцам
Для nigga`s, у которых нет сердца
Чекай прямо сейчас
[Куплет 1]
Я окуну тебя в реальность
Ну ты слыхал о наших подвигах?
Official Queensbridge мародеры
The Mobb выдвигаются на тёрки, бойся
Моей криминальной банды
Которой хватит всяких патронов
На понторезов и позеров!
Рожу разобью твою и нос вобью в мозг
На этих улицах ты одинок, братик
Где каждый сам за себя, земля, где мы стреляем
Заставляем crew бежать и ссать, как полагается
Они подходят, но всегда соблюдают дистанцию
Я вижу это по твоим глазам, ты зашел не туда
Таким как ты ссыкунам, продырявит тело
Железо или свинец
Сказанешь не то, man, и тебе пиздец
Да тащи хоть всю армию на мою банду
Я гарантирую тебе остановку дыхания
Твой базар меня никак не задевает
Мы крупные, вы мелочь
Вы все в игре, но не достойны называться playa
Не вынуждай меня называть твоё имя
Нет веса в вашей крю, улетите от пуль
А мне 19, но мой разум стар
И моё сердце леденеет на реальных делах
Очередной nigga сдох, очередная байка
И ничего необычного, сын, раздувай Phily
Мне надо позабыть об этих беспонтовых nigga`s
Я не понимаю почему они еще живы
В Queen`s до сих пор все тот же уклад
Если я умру, то выбрал бы это место
Когда тебя пронзают пули, то ты чувствуешь жжение
Приближаясь к Богу в это трудное время
А сейчас, иди домой и обдумай базар
Иначе следующий трек будет про тебя
[Припев]
Сын, они ссут
Ведь не бывает полу-G вот в чем суть
Страх подохнуть, страх взглянуть, и ссут
Ведь не бывает полу-G вот в чем суть
Страх подохнуть, страх взглянуть
Живем жизнью бриллиантов и пушек
Есть очень много способов сорвать куш
Кто убит, кто закрыт или стал не нужен
Ссыкуны всегда зашуганы, по жизни они шуганные
Сын, это не преступники, они зашуганы
[Куплет 2]
За мои рифмы могут дать лет двадцать пять
Йо, мы в волыны верим, они защищают меня
И нету времени на философию, все это приведет на зону
Мы не знакомы, ты мне не кореш
Queensbridge - мы вне игры
Я слишком занят для твоих тупых идей
Сын, я выше таких
Говоришь вооружен, а достать пушку ссышь
Но будешь с дыркой валяться
Когда рассеется дым
Мой менталитет - 13 лет в гетто, чел
Ты базарил, хотя сам этого не хотел
Моя навязчивая идея - а заслужил ли я жизнь?
Или попаду в ад за всё что натворил
Мозг реагирует, не время тормозить
Понтуйся если хочешь, чел, тут же и ляжешь
Я ведь не преувеличивал, ну ты это знаешь
Это тёрки для взрослых, ты перегнул палку
Криминальные сознания жаждут признания
Бухаю, E & J затмевает разум
Из ямы своими силами я выбираюсь
Делать лавэ, ты в курсе за мои темы
Пока я живой, я буду вне системы
И когда поднимусь я подтяну и друзей
Как MAC, текст поливает по твоему рассудку
Выруливаю, лучше не спи, я уже близко
[Припев]
Сын, они ссут
Ведь не бывает полу-G вот в чем суть
Страх подохнуть, страх взглянуть, и ссут
Ведь не бывает полу-G вот в чем суть
Страх подохнуть, страх взглянуть
Живем жизнью бриллиантов и пушек
Есть очень много способов сорвать куш
Кто убит, кто закрыт или стал не нужен
Ссыкуны всегда зашуганы, по жизни они шуганные
Сын, это не преступники, они зашуганы
[Аутро]
Для всех любителей 100 баксов и убийцам
Для brah, у которых нет сердца