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  • [young noble] (talking)
  • Outlaw, outlaw
  • Bring your mother *****ing jersey mob
  • In the name of makaveli the don, the killa mother*****in kadafi
  • [akwylah - verse 1]
  • Everybody wanna know how I live my life (pucka)
  • Wheres my balls? (pucka)
  • Wheres my ice?
  • No matter now I answer then, feel my stripes
  • You keep poppin shit, Ill 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 Ill shoot my *****in way about it
  • This jersey mob, outlaw, akwylah
  • To my crew selling coke clinkin ***** dollars
  • We in the same game, eat the pain, maintain
  • All the snitches wanna see us in chain gangs
  • The hate for traitors, thats 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 whats *****in with smooth (yo, whats *****in
  • With that nigga? )
  • Im sick of these crews, actin like theyve been payin dues
  • I put the heat to em, tell them niggaz kick off they shoes
  • What would you do in the position when its us against you?
  • That teflon mother *****er, can your head take two?
  • Shut the ***** up fore your lucks up
  • What you gonna do when your shits 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
  • Im lovin the rush, essex county doublin us, *****in 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 hes strapped
  • And hit him once in the face
  • And thats that
  • [trife - verse 3]
  • Well where you at then?
  • When I needed you the most
  • I hit rock bottom
  • I couldnt 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 drops another small piece of the pain
  • Shitll never be the same
  • After we got burned
  • Niggaz is burnt out
  • And yo theres nowhere to turn
  • Like court adjourned
  • Without a quarter to burn
  • Short of return
  • To the same game in order to earn
  • Yall niggaz dont learn
  • I aint 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 aint shit without your homeboys
  • Yall aint no grown boys
  • I feel it all and no voice
  • Now you stuck with no choice
  • Get on the ground, give up your property
  • Its like monopoly
  • With jersey mob this time, theyre aint a mother *****er stoppin me
  • Thats why I pop three in my throat
  • Wait for my shit to drop and its murder she wrote
  • Forgot to pull it close
  • And I got enough to go around for everybody challengin
  • Guns, never silence, Im still wildin like allen
  • And mister jeru, well its mob. all that deep shit
  • You can keep it
  • ***** frontin, I aint never kept a secret
  • My dogs swift, doin the hard shift in the jail
  • Im 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 ***** around and take it
  • I got these spinks payin a hundred a gram, fifty for half
  • Ill get em for thiry thats why I dump at last
  • Chorus
  • [napolean - verse 5]
  • We catch niggaz at the stop light
  • And do whats not right
  • Its worked for centuries
  • To the ogs and peace gites
  • We seat night, and we run through your chest
  • Got a ***** 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 *****er we gots you (got em)
  • We do it so cold
  • We make your niggaz think they saw a ghost
  • You untouchable niggaz dont 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
  • Yall 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 thats our job (yeah, yeah)
  • We backed by the mob
  • And we hittin these niggaz hard
  • So what?
  • Chorus

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