Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
For real, niggas who aint got no feelings, check it out now
I got you stuck off the realness
We be the infamous, you heard of us
Official Queens bridge 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 with your nosebone
Youre 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
Youre in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get theyre 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 itll be your very last time breathin
Your simple words just dont move me
Youre minor, were major
You all up in the game and dont deserve to be a playa
Dont make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight
My gunshotsll make you levitate
Im 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 aint nuttin really, ay yo dun, fuck the Philly
So I can get my mind off these yellow backed niggas
Why they still alive? I dont know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
If I die, I couldnt choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning 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 aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
Cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
Livin the life that of diamonds and guns
Theres 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 aint a crook, son, hes just a shook one
For every rhyme I write its twenty-five to life
Yo, its a must, in gats we trust, safeguardin my life
Aint no time for hesitation, that only leads to incarceration
You dont know me, theres no relation
Queensbridge and we dont play
I dont got time for your petty-thinkin mind
Son, Im bigger than those
Claimin that you pack heat, but youre scared to hold
And once the smoke clears, youll be left with one in your dome
Thirteen years in the projectsmy mentality is what, kid?
You talk a good one, but you dont 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 dont fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a childs place, kid, you out of line
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
Im sippin, EJ got my mind flippin
Im buggin, diggin my ways out of holes by hustlin
Get that loot, kid, you know my function
Cause long as Im alive, Ima live illegal
And once I get on, Ima put on all my peoples
React quick, spit lyrics like MACs, I hit your dome up
When I roll up, dont be caught sleepin, cause Im creepin
Son, they shook
Cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
Cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
We live the life that of diamonds
Cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
Cause aint no such things as halfway crooks
Livin the life that of diamonds and guns
Theres 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 aint a crook, son, hes just a shook one
To all the villains and a hundred dollar billers
To real brothers who aint got no feelings
G-yeah, the whole Bridge
Queens get the money
41st side, keepin it real, you know
Queens get the money
Its all good, yeah