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He ain't even check in, he's shook.
Word up, son, word.
Yeah, to all the killas and the hundred dolla billas
The real n.iggas who ain't got no feelins
Chek it out now ..
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous, you heard of us
Official Dub Eff murderers ,the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got enough shots to share
For all of those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with 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 text punches 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 fifteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Another n.igga deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothin' really, ayo dun spark the Philly
So I can get my mind off these yellowtext n.iggas
Why they still registered I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in hook-ups 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
BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH
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