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mobb deep - shook ones (mixed by dj whoo kid) lyrics

{-opening automatic gunfire courtesy dj whoo kid-

[havoc]
yo, as i look to the sky and ask god why he put me here
i know why {-god- to have you cowards shook {-d-mn- runnin with fear
see that glare in my eyes and my focus clear (uh-huh)
i’m that head coach, benchin you rookies and fake players
only spit, collector’s edition sh-t
so in a few years it’ll be ten times what you spent
when n-gg-z claim they movin that weight, knowin they lyin
my n-gg-z put more drugs on the block than pfizer
all you n-gg-z on the d-ck, little secret admirers
let it out… baby girl, don’t be ashamed
when you shorty run the choo-choo train
have her sippin the deuce-deuce dame, mobb and the group remains
from the stain i was down for the game
never went against grain, and never let a b-tch borrow my chain
from day one, to the micro-pain
up inside these veins is dat real n-gg-, ain’t sh-t changed

[chorus]
dem n-gg-z shook, cause ain’t no such thing as halfway gangstas
n-gg- got b-mped and ain’t look
n-gg-z shook, cause ain’t no such thing as halfway gangstas
n-gg- got b-mped and ain’t look

n-gg-z caught up in the gliss’ and the glamour
and then got’ sleep with the hammer, let somebody tell you different
and that -ss will, die for (?)poor grammar(?)
f-ck around if you wanna, i don’t think you coward heart got the stamina

[prodigy]
i had (?)claudette all tense(?), p-ssy sore for days
i’d rather, beat my d-ck than go the r. kelly way
i’d take felice for nine and a half weeks
fill it back, pourin henny on her -ss cheeks
i f-cked missy in that lamborghini
give foxy the ecstasy without the pill, see me
i give alicia keys quickie while she on tour
nuttin’ but +gangsta love+, then i take a flight home
i told lice’ she need to bark at me
so i can, kill her with the collar and the leash
sh-t i got plans, i need to get in touch with stacie dash
cause she doesn’t have a clue what she missin over here
scratch jenny lo’ itch, whenever ben ain’t there
i have whitney doin lines off my d-ck, you hear?
throw trina big fattie in a wheelchair, f-ck dreamin
p and them is doin this for real

{-god.. d-mn!-
{-mobb deep alb-m.. comin soon.. pick it up-

- mobb deep lyrics

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