[Prodigy:]
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The most violent of the violent-lest crimes we give life to
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If these QueensBridge kids don't like you
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We bring drama of the worst kind of enemies
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Your first time would be your last earth memories
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It's only your own fault
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I gave you fair warning... beware...
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Of killa kids who don't care
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Unaware fools who be dealt with in time
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It ain't a mystery
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Hop on the words and rhyme
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In nineteeth hundred and ninety square
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All shook niggaz is supposed to have fear
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Trying to get a piece of this pie we don't share
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Prepare for the worst cause I been there
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Try tah, keep a positive mind and walk a straight line don't work
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So niggaz is forced to do dirt
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And God made...
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So this jerk wouldn't hurt
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If I listen to the lessons and the rules I learnt
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On the streets for nineteenth years
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And not leaving
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My first priority is to reach twenty one breathing
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Forever beef
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Nobody would ever be even
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So I grab the heat before breathing
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Lost in this foul mind state
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I can't keep straight thinking
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But I keep my eyes on the earth without blinking
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It's hard to be a man in this land of the venom
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Any man try to front
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He get slugs in him
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Because...
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[Chorus: Prodigy]
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He ain't a crook son... son, he just shook one... shook one...
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We live the life that of diamonds and guns
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And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds... earn funds...
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Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns
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Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones... shook ones...
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He ain't a crook son, he just a shook one... shook one...
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[Havoc:]
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For every rhyme I write
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Is 25 to life
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To all my peoples in the Bridge
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Know what I'm talking 'bout, right
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Ain't no time for hesitation
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That only leads to incarceration
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You don't know me, there's no relation
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Cause Queens niggas don't play
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I don't got time for the he say, she say
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I'm bigga than dat
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Claiming that you packing gats
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But you scared to get locked
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Once you get upon the Island
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Change your ways and stop
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Thirteen years in the projects, my hard times of living
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Wake up in the morning
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Thank God I'm still living
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Sometimes I wonder, do I deserve to live?
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Or I am going to hell for all the shit I did
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No time to dwell on that
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Cause my brain reacts
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Front if you want nigga
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Lay on ya back
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I don't fake jax
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Kid, you know I bring it to ya live
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Stay in a child's place, kid you outta line
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Criminal mind thirsty for recognition mission
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I'm strictly sipping E&J like got my mind flipping
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I'm buggin diggin... over hustling
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Get that loot kid
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You know my motherfucking function
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Cause as long as I'm alive
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I'm a live illegal
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And once I get it
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I'm a put it on my people
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React quick to lyrics
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Like macs I hit...
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Your dome up
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When I roll up, don't get caught sleepin'
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'Cause I'm creepin'...
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... You just a shook one
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[Chorus: Prodigy]
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We live the life that of diamonds and guns
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And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds
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Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns
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Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones... shook ones...
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He ain't a crook son, he just a shook one... shook one...
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We live the life that of diamonds and guns
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And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds
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Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns
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Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones... shook ones...
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He ain't a crook son... crook son, he just a shook one... shook one...
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Yeah...
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Shook Ones Part I
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Mobb Deep |