(Intro)  Word up son, word  yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas  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'  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, its 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 jacks 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&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...