Freestyle

Hey, yo, to all the killers

And the hundred dollar billers

For real, niggas who ain't got no feelings

Check it out now

I got you stuck off the realness

We be the infamous, you heard of us

Official Queens bridge murderers

The Mobb comes equipped for warfare

Beware of my crime family

Who got 'nuff shots to share

For all of those who wanna profile and pose

Rock you in your face

Stab your brain with your nosebone

You're all alone in these streets, cousin

Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'

And keep them screws 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 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 all up in the game and don't deserve to be a playa

Don't make me have to call your name out

Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate

I'm only nineteen but my mind is older

And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold

Another nigga deceased, another story gets told

It ain't nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck 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 is foundation

If I die, I couldn't choose a better location

When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation

Getting 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 s'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

They s'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns

There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds

Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns

Cowardly hearts end straight up sones, sones

He ain't a crook son, he's just a sone

Throw you hands up, throw your hands up

Throw you hands up, throw your hands up

For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to life

Yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life

Ain't no time for hesitation

That only leads to incarceration

You don't know me, there's no relation

Queens bridge niggas don't play

I don't got time for your petty thinking mind

Son, I'm bigga than those

Claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold

And when the smoke clears

You'll be left with one in your dome

Thirteen years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid

You talk a good one, but you don't want it

Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live

Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did

No time to dwell on that cause my brain reacts

Front if you want kid, lay on your back

I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live

Stay in a child's place, kid you out of line

Criminal minds thirsty for recognition

I'm sippin', E&J, got my mind flippin'

I'm buggin', think I'm how bizarre to hold my hustlin'

Get that loot kid, you know my function

'Cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal

And once I get on I'ma put on on my people

React mixed to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up

When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin', 'cause I'm creepin'

Son, they s'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

They s'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

They s'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

They sCause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Livin' the live, that of diamonds and guns

There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds

Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns

Cowardly hearts end straight up sones, sones

He ain't a crook son, he's just a sone

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah