up shook ones You shook there ain't no things as half way crooks ( you ani't a crook son) You sarced to death you scared to look you shook (you just
:] Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones. (Havoc: Shook ones...) [Mobb Deep:] He ain't a crook son! - He's just a shook one. (Havoc: "Shook one...)
niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones..shook ones... He ain't a crook son, he just a shook one..shook
All under one roof, but the servants entrance for you and we'll lock that deadbolt. On Tuesday night, that's what 70% of all those who should know better
If we all lose our minds and souls, can we at least lose them together? Let's lose them by land, lose them over seas, and let hindsight never catch
makin' and the whole Anything other than satisfaction gonna blow Heard the grapevine you lookin' for me couldn't be 'Cause if it was you would be bookin' from me Shook
post but ya lay 'em in a coffin the boss man whips up another batch pick up some other scratch wit clips and some other straps the 2wice suguest
the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones You know we'
These snitches wearin G uniforms to blend in Yeah we know you one of the ones Feds gon' send in Got caught, out of town, lookin at a dime So you wanna give other
I never wanted to be better than my friends I just wanted to prove wrong the people in my head the ones who told me I'd be better of dead the ones who
Born in North Carolina, first born out of nine. Played little league ball, boy scouts, loved rock and roll. Played soldiers with the boys, spun bottles with the girls. His world shook
I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps But they're all playing roles just like Omar Epps I see so many players I wonder where the coach is My
my blood Been wrecking my brains I been killing my heart I've been living in the pain Cause when we fight sometimes When we're clawing at each other
* This version has the names censored, no other version exists "Mad Skillz" "On the real" "I'll probably make more money off your album than you
you step to me Lookin' for the key to release that first piece Three times two is six, Pete is one-three I'm the other half, known as the other trey
the draft Squeeze the juice from the peach when I pick my staff Now I'm back with the slimiest, grimiest Niggaz who behind me is the ones who know what
got money stacks bigger than you When I was pushin' weight, back in eighty-eight You was a ballerina, I got your pictures I seen ya Then you dropped "Shook Ones
