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🔥Join the Infinity Home and see upcoming exclusive content! 🔥 ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Infinity - For you to #enjoy | Car Music Selection | Deep House | Summer Vibes | Bass Music and more with Stunning 4K Videos ⭐️⭐️⭐️ 📩 For Music Submissions: ✅ New Music Weekly 👇(YouTube Music Compatible) 🚘 Car Music Playlist: 🏖️ Deep Music Playlist: We never asked for anything from our community but we feel like it is time for some necessary upgrades that will allow us to create more videos (4 to 5 videos per week instead of the 1-2 we usually do). These upgrades require some extra efforts from our part and we would be grateful if you would have our back. 🎬 Would you like to support us release more videos, more often? 🎬 💳 Donate via PayPal: 🎖 Become a Patreon Member: ? 👕Get a T-Shirt: ______________________________________________ 💎 Infinity Videohub - Other Links 💎 Website: Facebook: Instagram: Soundcloud: Telegram: TikTok: 🎵 More Music 🎵 😈 Videohub: 🎧 Infinity Bass Music: 🏝 Infinity Deep Music: 🎊 Infinity Latin & Afro: ______________________________________________ 🎵 Follow Spaveech 🎵 Facebook: Twitter: Soundcloud: Lyrics for “ Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Part 2 “ [Intro] 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 [Verse 1: Prodigy] 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 'nough 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 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 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'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 19, 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, ayo Dun, spark the Philly So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed 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 burnin' 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 [Hook] 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 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
