Outlawz - Murder Made Easy - Sözleri

[Young Noble] (talking)

Outlaw, Outlaw

Bring your mother fucking Jersey Mob

In the name of Makaveli The Don, the killa motherfuckin Kadafi



[Akwylah - Verse 1]

Everybody wanna know how I live my life (pucka)

Where's my balls? (pucka)

Where's my ice?

No matter now I answer then, feel my stripes

You keep poppin shit, I'll pin my knights *dying*

At your grow dega

Smokin on your drow Flavor

Spit some pimp shit

Then dip with your old neighbor (come on)

And if you really, feel some type of way about it

Run up in your hood, then I'll shoot my fuckin way about it

This Jersey Mob, Outlaw, Akwylah

To my crew selling coke clinkin' cock dollars

We in the same game, eat the pain, maintain

All the snitches wanna see us in chain gangs

The hate for traitors, that's all a cop thought of

We live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon*

Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him

His family prayin 'cause one day they might back into him (uh-huh, uh-huh)



[Smooth - Verse 2]

With nothin to loose, I walk through clutchin my tools

Ice-grill make you wanna say what's fuckin with Smooth (yo, what's fuckin

with that nigga?)

I'm sick of these crews, actin like they've been payin dues

I put the heat to em, tell them niggaz kick off they shoes

What would you do in the position when it's us against you?

That Teflon mother fucker, can your head take two?

Shut the fuck up 'fore your luck's up

What you gonna do when your shit's up

Besides get dissed on nigga, and pistol-whipped up

Tied up, mouth taped up, layed out, and hit up

Leave you in pray, gotta give you a napkin to wipe that shit up

After the fact, holdin in time, shit up for lit up

High drilly and shit yeah nigga you know the mix-up

We that squad for real, Jersey Mob for real

It be kill or be killed, so we drawin that steel

I'm lovin the rush, Essex county doublin us, fuckin with us (yeah, yeah,

yeah)

We ownin enough, them rollers is bust



[Chorus - Akwylah] x 2

(Murder - repeated in background of chorus)

Murder made easy for dummies

Before you pull the trigger

Hit his pockets, take all his money

First you gotta be smart

Check his race and his bag

To see if he's strapped

And hit him once in the face

And that's that



[Trife - Verse 3]

Well where you at then?

When I needed you the most

I hit rock bottom

I couldn't see that we was close

Yo box, watch em

Now they all Champaign

Ballin campaign

Yeah that nigga fall in the rain

Dirty ya joints poppin like you greasy burger enflamed

Every verse I drop's another small piece of the pain

Shit'll never be the same

After we got burned

Niggaz is burnt out

And yo there's nowhere to turn

Like court adjourned

Without a quarter to burn

Short of return

To the same game in order to earn

Y'all niggaz don't learn

I ain't concerned by far

Spit six bars like gem-star, stitches, and scars

Niggaz dry snitchin, yo they intuition bizarre

Picture me starved

Without a partner, pitchin is hard

Listen, my jaw, to find the right position tomorrow

Is mission imposs?

I be yellin really my eyes

Niggaz kill me when they nod like they really alive



[Kastro - Verse 4]

You ain't shit without your homeboys

Y'all ain't no grown boys

I feel it all and no voice

Now you stuck with no choice

Get on the ground, give up your property

It's like monopoly

With Jersey Mob this time, they're ain't a mother fucker stoppin me

That's why I pop three in my throat

Wait for my shit to drop and it's murder she wrote

Forgot to pull it close

And I got enough to go around for everybody challengin

Guns, never silence, I'm still wildin like Allen

And Mister Jeru, well it's mob. all that deep shit

You can keep it

Fuck frontin, I ain't never kept a secret

My dog's swift, doin the hard shift in the jail

I'm still sendin the mail

We livin' in Hell

My mom dukes told me 'life is what you make it'

So watch yours close

And The Outlawz will fuck around and take it

I got these spinks payin a hundred a gram, fifty for half

I'll get em for thiry that's why I dump at last



Chorus



[Napolean - Verse 5]

We catch niggaz at the stop light

And do what's not right

It's worked for centuries

To the OG's and peace gites

We seat night, and we run through your chest

Got a bitch with your name on her breast

Up to set up your death

We watch your ass for ten months

If we gots em (yeah)

Then the first mistake you make (see them)

Mother fucker we gots you (got em)

We do it so cold

We make your niggaz think they saw a ghost

You untouchable niggaz don't even know we so close 

(right next to you nigga)

Coast to coast, we spread so rapidly

Man, the niggaz sittin next to you answer to me

Cause we can touch you when we want to

So watch your tongue

We listenin closely man

Y'all know have no one

We got guns

Plus the ones that Pac left (uh-huh)

We got enemies

Plus the ones that Pac left (uh-huh)

We bang thug life, outlaw

Cause that's our job (yeah, yeah)

We backed by the Mob

And we hittin these niggaz hard

So what?



Chorus










		
			



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