Something Something, Freestyle and Sample.

So,

Hate to put up all these lyrics in a row but shit just finds you, y’know? This one is 17.

It’s cool but this child here? The nerve! Freestyle? S’true? Okay.

Diggy Simmons – Shook Ones Freestyle Lyrics

They say hip hop was gone, than everybody moaned
I’ma pick it up where it left off and respawn
it’s like being reborn, eat the crack, drink wine
for those that can’t see it, I give sight to the blind
call it audio abuse I take it each time
thats why a lot of these rappers on a rapid decline
I’m on my Master P grind no time to be a Romeo
I love the ladies but success is a lonely road
as I hold, I’m what half of y’all aint
I got Micky D pockets and Caviar tastes
does it matter, y’all tatted on half of y’all face
to appeal to look real when half of y’all fake

faker than a 1000 dollar bills with Obama face on it
you rappers dont want it, I’m on it
my competition gon get shut down like the Source
this is entrepreneur music, I’m a young boss
all I do is floss all the way across the nation
not only in New York but wherever I vacating
never really taken days off, paper chasing
shows stay packed and venues is never vacant
lyrically I’m a menace, call me old dog
put all of these rappers careers in the morgue
ha,ha,ha,ha, I’m just so appalled at the way these n-ggas rapping
now I know I can cruch em all
I’m a young icon in the making, destined for greatness
now watch these rappers start hating
when I’m around nobody matter,
man, I’m there mother, there girl and there daughters favorite rapper
make way for the youth, I got the medicine man
diggy looking like he the truth
yeah I’m motion picture, my life is a movie, I do this
for New York City, Queens Salute me.

Hey! I know this beat, don’t we know this beat? Oh yea Mobb Deep’s “Shook Ones”

Something VERY “old school” about this. Mobb Deep Old School.

Mobb Deep – Shook Ones Pt. II

Word up son, word
yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin’, keep your eyes open)
for real niggas who ain’t got no feelings
(keep your eyes open)
(no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this)
(just watch my back, I got this first, yo)
check it out now
(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it’s a murda)

[Prodigy]
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 nuff 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 shook 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 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 player
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 old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain’t nothin’ really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked 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

[Chorus:]
Son, they shook…
’cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook
’cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look

livin’ the live that of diamonds and guns
there’s numerous ways you can choose to earn funds…earn 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, he’s just a shook one…shook one

[Havoc]
For every rhyme I write, its 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
Queensbridge 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
13 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 o’ line
criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I’m sippin’ E&J, got my mind flippin’
I’m buggin’ think I’m how bizar 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 mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
when I roll up, don’t be caught sleepin’
cause I’m creepin’

[Chorus:]

Son, they shook…
’cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(he’s just a shook one)
they shook…
’cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(we live the live that of diamonds)

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, crooks..

livin’ the live that of diamonds and guns
there’s numerous ways you can choose to earn funds…earn funds
but 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, he’s just a shook one…shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah
To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas
To real brothers who ain’t got no dealings
G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money
41st side (he’s just a shook one)
keepin’ it real (you know)
Queens get the money.

Foolstop.

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