Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt II Lyrics

Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt II Video

Note: during the whole song you can hear talkings in the background

 

(intro)

 

Word up son, word

Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas

(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', 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 this first, yo)

Check it out now

(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda)

 

(prodigy)

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 nosebone

You all alone in these streets, cousin

Every man for theirself 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 yellowbacked 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

 

Chorus:

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

 

(havoc)

For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to life

Yo, it's a must the 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 niggas don't play

I don't got time for your petty 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

13 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

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

Criminal minds thirsty for recognition

I'm sippin' e&j, got my mind flippin'

I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my 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, 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'

 

Chorus:

 

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 villains and a hundred dollar billas

To real brothers who ain't got no dealings

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...

 

(talk fades out)

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Mobb Deep - It's Mine Lyrics

Mobb Deep - It's Mine Video

Yeah.. yeah.. (hahahaha) uh-huh, yeah yeah

(HAH hahahaha) Huh yo, you know it

Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)

(hahahaha) Infamous two thousand

(Ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby)

(AHHH hahahaha).. (hahaha).. (HAH haha)

 

(Havoc)

Yo... straight thugs on this side it's do or die to the death

Like the terminal ill takin they last breath

Read your last rites God, forgive me

For the sin I'm about to commit takin a life

Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else

Readin my will you feel what I feel, you know the deal

Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head

Hearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red

Sleep with half closed eyelids

Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get

Go easy on the bottle, niggaz love to see when

Niggaz slippin off point, on the strength they bet

Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler

With they hand on the biscuit

Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick?

Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin my wife

On my thousand dollar mattress

It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me

A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me

 

Chorus: Nas (singing to the chorus of Brandy's The Boy is Mine)

 

Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..

What y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine

Y'all need to give it up.. cause we don't give a fuck..

What y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine

 

(Prodigy)

I got the style of a still-born child, I'm ill

If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well

(Very very) The sreets raised me crazy, now I'm immune to it

So when they start shootin, we'll stop the music

Keep it moving that's how we do it (c'mon, c'mon Dunn)

Been through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin

(Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office, high performance

Rap author, made millions off of melodic, hypnotic productions

That'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions

(You feel me? You feel me?)

You feel me? I'll write a graphic page

Escort niggaz to they grave, relate to the projects

We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music

(Don't get no realer than this!)

It's more real than any words I can muster

Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (What?)

Hop out them shits like what? Y'all niggaz can't touch us

 

Chorus

 

(Nas Escobar)

Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt

Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert

Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing

And I'll front like my doo doo don't stink

Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy

Hazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor

Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin

Just to think, that was yesterday's action

Cause today goes either way we came a long way

From hallway steps and hand-me-down shit

Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam

Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home

Quincy Jones posters

Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs

Shit is better than a novel, autobiographic

Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic

Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son

NAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's come

Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds

When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon

I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson

Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it

Cremate your flesh to ashes

You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket

 

Chorus

 

(Nas)

The, life, is, mine (repeat 3X)

Ill Will..

You need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck

What y'all niggaz want.. we don't give a fuck

Thug, life, is, mine

Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..

What y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine

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Mobb Deep - Quiet Storm (Remix) Lyrics

Mobb Deep - Quiet Storm (Remix) Video

Featuring Lil' Kim

 

(*rain and thunder in the background*)

 

(Havoc)

In broad daylight get right..

 

Just been through it all man

Blood sweat and tears

Niggaz is dead and shit (*music fades in*)

What the fuck else can happen yo?

I dont think much more son, word to mother yo

We done seen it all, and been through it all yo

Let y'all niggaz know right now

Werd to mother, for real, for real

 

(Lil' Kim)

Queen Bee baby

 

(Havoc)

That shit is the truth

 

(Lil' Kim)

Lil' Kim, B.I.G.

 

(Havoc)

I'm not lyin..

Yo.. (*echoes*)

Blowin niggaz wit rusty ass German things

Keepin it thorough is our motherfuckin claim to fame

Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains, it pours and all

Hit em with the four

Don't even know him from a hole in the wall

Get at me, niggaz wanna clap me, snitches wanna rat me?

Put it right where they back be

Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer

Sendin kites with the Motorolas, yo

Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match

Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats

Since a little dude, eatin niggaz food, buck-fifty's

Niggaz can kill me but they comin wit me

How about that, send the Queen Bee to attack

Only a fly bitch like that can leave em and laugh

Rock em to sleep, make em think the drama is dead

Yo I smile up in your face though I'm plottin instead

 

(Lil' Kim)

Uhh, uhh

 

Chorus: Lil' Kim (repeat 2X)

 

Yo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit

Thump em in the club shit

Have you wildin out when you bump this (hip-hop *echoes*)

Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut

Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough

 

(Lil' Kim)

Hot damn hoe, here we go again

+Lyte as a Rock+ bitch, hard as a cock bitch

This shit knock for blocks through hardtops

In the parkin lots, where my nigga Rock like to spark-a-lot

My Brook-lyn style speak for itself

Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt

The embezzler, chrome treasurer

The U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya

I'm a leader, y'all on some followin shit

Comin in this game on some modelin shit

Bitches suck cock just to get to the top

I put a hundred percent, in every line I drop

It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B

Queensbridge Brooklyn and we're D-double-E-P

What? Y'all wish I lived the life I live

Aiyyo Prodigy, tell em what this is Dunn

Uhh, uhh

 

Chorus

 

(Prodigy)

Yo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit

I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline

Yo rock that shit, that real life shit

Makes bitches wanna thug it, makes the projects love it

We come through like, Fuck it

Y'all want problems, persue it, let's do it

Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait

At the round table, my Dunn speakin with his Twin ghost

It's gangsta how we rock, while you watch

Attracted to our style, this is how we get down

Wit big jewelry and big guns

We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggaz bloody

Twist niggaz frontin, get to runnin

'fore the mens get to dumpin, the fans get to thumpin

M-O-B-B, got the whole spot jumpin

When my niggaz step in the place

Damn, you gotta luv it

 

Chorus

 

(Lil' Kim)

It's the real

Hah, it's the real baby, hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop..

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Mobb Deep - Got It Twisted Lyrics

Mobb Deep - Got It Twisted Video

M.O.B.B. nigga yeah ahuh

Ugh yeah cmon now yeah yo yo

 

Aint no party once we crash the party

Imma squeeze shorty then vacate the party

You keep grillin i'll pump pump the shotty

Put you in the trunk then dump dump the body

Nigga you dont know you betta ask somebody

Ya'll get down we gonna clash prob'ly

Builty snowflake out of the ampacomby

I'm tryin to rip britney so i made ja sign me

Nigga catch me in tha club with a double lead banger

Im the wrong one to fuck with

Now i know the promoters im in with the musket

Pound of the haze and a box of dutches

High to the cotton mouth

Paranoid make the wrong move bitch and your ass is out

Like M.O.P. nigga i'll mash you out

If i can't get your head swing by your house (motherfucker)

 

Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?

That liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)

That truth come out when u drunk

Your ass wont make it to see tomorrow

Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?

That liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)

That truth come out when u drunk

Your ass wont make it to see tomorrow

 

We step up in the club with one thing

On our mind thats leave with something

Get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs

We about to...gurl

We about to...gurl

We about to...gurl (gurl)

We about to...gurl

We about to...gurl (gurl)

 

Yo party over here aint shit over there

The Mobb Deep boys got it locked right here

Wherever we at we keep the cliqs right there

So where ever theres beef is gettin fixed right there

And they cant stop us they too scared

They know a calibur thug shoot at heads nigga

Q.B. drop you off at that bridge (bye bye)

Show you how we do it in Queens

Murder aint shit nigga

This is P talking show you where i live

You come right through my crib (cmon) and get a few seers

There'll be man slaughter right infront of my kids

A little blood get on my daughter, thats nothing she'll live (just whipe that off)

Got cops shoot to death of us

We dont like D's

You never catch us runnin with the police (nope)

Ya'll niggas get ya'll vests up

And ya'll better invest in some real heavy bulletproof paneling

 

Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?

That liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)

That turth come out when u drunk

Your ass wont make it to see tomorrow

Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?

That liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)

That truth come out when u drunk

Your ass wont make it to see tomorrow

 

We step up in the club with one thing

On our mind thats leave with something

Get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs

We about to....gurl

We about to....gurl (gurl)

We about to....gurl

We about to...gurl (gurl)

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Mobb Deep - The Realest Lyrics

Mobb Deep - The Realest Video

(feat. Kool G Rap)

 

(Intro)

(Pee)this the killa's shit dun

(G. Rap)No Doubt .The undisputed..

 

(Chorus)

(Kool G. Rap)For street niggas livin with they lives on the line

(Prodigy)For young guns comin' up during these times

(Kool G. Rap)For police that find drugs let niggas slide

(Prodigy)For niggas out slinging like 4 in the night

(Kool G. Rap)For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight

(Prodigy)For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike

(Kool G. Rap)For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night

(Prodigy)This be the realest shit you heard in your life.

 

(Kool G. Rap)

Yo When the gats reveal

You cats get peeled and that's the deal

Fuck a bitch-ass that switch fast niggas that lack the real

When the slugs burst

G.Rap be aiming at your mug first

Niggas is blood thirst

We'll see who get plugged worst

We dug earth

The place you put the nickel-plate is to your facial

Bullets ain't racial kid the only hate you

My nine will seem like it's a time machine B.C. date you

Jacking you more than ripper

My fifth's an organ shifter

The human organism lifter

You'll be hearing organs

If ya leaving orphans, If ya

Let these fours hit ya where the law split ya

A fork pitcher

To bump heads with those that dump lead

Accurate shot in back of your knot

Leave you one dead G.Rap,Havoc and Prodigy

Let's put these bitch niggas where bodies be dun

Yo if it gotta be,it gotta be

 

(Chorus)

 

(Havoc)

Yo when the gat spit

Some niggaz get blown off the atlas

It happens unsolved mystery re-enatmus

Get practiced what you lack is

You think like the average

Jake stoop down and leavin' crime scenes entangled

Nothing but cannons get conspicuous

Like a man a little branded with the serial scratched

Wild out a part of the pack 'Cause they made me like that

If I could push back the clock probably leave it like that

Draw blood for my nigga G.O.D,Ty Nitty and Twin

And Twin is not here plus my kin

Killa B forever with me

Quick to settle with me

Into QB to show love throughout the years with me

You got guns we got guns the serious ones

Leaving foul powder stuck in your lungs

We come from where niggas look out for they dun-duns

Love never disrespect hit shit to re-direct

 

(Chorus)

 

(Prodigy)

Never prejudge

It be the humble that squeeze slugs

It be the ones standin' still that'll peel guns

Spill blood for my duns thuggin' for me

Man you don't wanna get involved fuckin' with Pee

I spent more nights illin' less nights chillin'

The more shots they hold the better they feel it

What be the dealizz

Some killas like to hide behind specs

Others got blatant disrespectin' the rest

Or so young that you wouldn't even expect

To be burstin' off guns like a vietnam vet

On the steps

Sittin' in the staircase bent

Thinkin' on ways to take another man's head

Go to war with niggas that's against what I rep

I settle things with a heavy metal fifth

Change clips

Switch clothes after I spit

Put niggas back in they place for shit that's on the mind kid

 

(Chorus)

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Mobb Deep - I Won't Fall Lyrics

Mobb Deep - I Won't Fall Video

(Havoc)

Yo, you got these niggas running around like they head cut off

Like they gully when switch when i'm spittin' those dummies

I creep in the cold till my nose get runny

Then i'm laying for a nigga like i'm waiting on money

I ask these hoes what the fuck they want from me

From the gate i keep it real that's why the god love me

I got a shorty if she get down for me, when i'm out of town

You know she holdin' down the crown for me

Dog, god forbid if i die, don't worry kid

Take you with me shit pussy don't want me

My life's story was the henny, had to stop that

And now i'm focusing clear when i copp that

Fuck getting clapped, it be more like applause

Since they tellin' like broads, might as well be the Mobb

The H da A da V da O da C i'm the man

The myth pushing shit to the white league

 

(chorus) 2x

 

You can two face me, backstabb me

A nigga still ain't taking what's mines gon' die trying

(I won't fall)

You can try to set me up and all that

A nigga too much on point for all that

(I won't fall)

 

(Prodigy)

Don't make me be after you niggas like the Ku Klux Man

Throwin' my hoody, you know i'm burnin' that grass

Plottin' on how im'a murda that ass

We poppin' up, guns choppin up, yo whole staff

What's toppin the cassette, ain't nothin' gettin' passed

Cuz we gettin' fat, on top of that we gettin' cash

I hear you niggas wanna get me may god be with you

Plus you better keep that mothafuckin' thing right wit you

And if i feel you a threat to my well-being

Niggas is bleeding you niggas better back up off the P kid

I blam you, and pass you to jesus christ

You be a ghostdog like forest whitaker white

Be a dumb mothafucka thinkin' P not squeezin'

Like palm springs the only thing beefin'

Is that gumball cus i ain't got talk for ya'll

I got big four-pound towners do yo new bounce

 

(chorus) 1x

 

(Havoc N Prodigy)

The two-face niggas

The backstabb niggas

I felt that shit coming

Like that in the bud gunnin'

No tolerance for them niggas

Fuck the dumb shit, i hope you niggas die broke

While we in the plushes

Hotel Suites

Expensive car seats

Windows half-down bumpin' out mobb beatz

With a bad bitch beside me

Raisin' up the volume

Know they hate to see that

And that's why we come thru

 

(chorus) 2x

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