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.
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 nuff 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 gunning.
And keep them shook crews running, 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 breathing.
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.
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold.
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told.
It ain't nothing really.
Ayo Dun spark the philly.
So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked 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 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.
Living 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.
For every rhyme I write it's 25 to life.
Yo it′s a must, in gats we trust, safeguarding 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 thinking mind, son I′m bigger than those.
Claiming 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 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 jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live.
Stay in a child's place, kid you outta line.
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition.
I′m sipping, E&J got my mind flipping.
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling.
Get that loot kid, you know my function.
Cause long as I'm alive I′mma live illegal.
And once I get on I′mma put on all my people.
React quick, spit lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up.
When I roll up, don't be caught sleeping cause I′m creeping.
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, keeping it real, Queens get the money.
