Shook Ones Pt. II (A Cappella)/Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F'Wit

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 'nough 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'
And keep them show 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 (yes, sir), and you will get touched (a'ight)
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 19, but my mind is older
When the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold
Another -igga deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothin' really, heyo, don't spark the Phillie

So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked n-ggas
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
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

Son, 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
Scared to death, and scared to look

Livin' the life, that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds, 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, crook, son, he's just a shook one (shook)



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Writer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita
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