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    "Shook Ones Pt. 2" Lyrics

    Eminem feat. Mobb Deep

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    Word up son, word
    Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
    (Yo I got the phone thing, know'm sayin', keep your eyes open)
    For real niggas who ain't got no feelins
    (Keep your eyes open)
    (No doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this)
    (Just watch my back, I got this first, yo)
    Check it out now
    (Word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda')

    I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
    You heard of us
    Official queensbridge murderers
    The mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
    Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
    For all of those who wanna profile and pose
    Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nose bone
    You all alone in these streets, cousin
    Every man for their-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're 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 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
    Hey, yo dun spark the phillie
    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 is foundation
    If I die I couldn't choose a better location
    When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
    Getting 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 live that of diamonds and guns
    There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds, earn funds
    Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
    Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook ones
    He ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one, shook one

    For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life
    Yo, it's a must the gats we trust safe guardin' my life
    Ain't no time for hesitation
    That only leads to incarceration
    You don't know me, there's no relation
    Queensbridge niggas don't play
    I don't got time for your pretty thinking mind
    Son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat
    But you're scared to hold
    And when 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 going to 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 that kid you know I bring it to you live
    Stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line
    Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
    I'm sippin' e and j, got my mind flippin'
    I'm buggin' think I'm how bizarre to hold my hustlin'
    Get that loot kid, you know my function
    Cause long as I'm alive I'm a live illegal
    And once I get on I'm a put on, on my people
    React mix to 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 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
    (We live the live that of diamonds)

    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, crooks. .

    Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
    There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds, earn funds
    But some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
    Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook ones
    He ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one, shook one

    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    To all the killas and a hundred dollar billas
    To real brothers who ain't got no feelins
    G-yeah, the whole bridge, queens get the money
    41st side (he's just a shook one)
    Keepin' it real (you know)
    Queens get the money

    It ain't nothin' son
    Its all good
    You know what I'm saying
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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