Outlawz - Murder Made Easy Lyrics
[young noble] (talking)Outlaw, outlawBring your mother *****ing jersey mobIn 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 stripesYou keep poppin shit, Ill pin my knights *dying*At your grow degaSmokin on your drow flavorSpit some pimp shitThen dip with your old neighbor (come on)And if you really, feel some type of way about itRun up in your hood, then Ill shoot my *****in way about itThis jersey mob, outlaw, akwylahTo my crew selling coke clinkin ***** dollarsWe in the same game, eat the pain, maintainAll the snitches wanna see us in chain gangsThe hate for traitors, thats all a cop thought ofWe live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon*Only my lord and our crew know what happened to himHis 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 toolsIce-grill make you wanna say whats *****in with smooth (yo, whats *****inWith that nigga? )Im sick of these crews, actin like theyve been payin duesI put the heat to em, tell them niggaz kick off they shoesWhat 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 upWhat you gonna do when your shits upBesides get dissed on nigga, and pistol-whipped upTied up, mouth taped up, layed out, and hit upLeave you in pray, gotta give you a napkin to wipe that shit upAfter the fact, holdin in time, shit up for lit upHigh drilly and shit yeah nigga you know the mix-upWe that squad for real, jersey mob for realIt be kill or be killed, so we drawin that steelIm 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 dummiesBefore you pull the triggerHit his pockets, take all his moneyFirst you gotta be smartCheck his race and his bagTo see if hes strappedAnd hit him once in the faceAnd thats that[trife - verse 3]Well where you at then?When I needed you the mostI hit rock bottomI couldnt see that we was closeYo box, watch emNow they all champaignBallin campaignYeah that nigga fall in the rainDirty ya joints poppin like you greasy burger enflamedEvery verse I drops another small piece of the painShitll never be the sameAfter we got burnedNiggaz is burnt outAnd yo theres nowhere to turnLike court adjournedWithout a quarter to burnShort of returnTo the same game in order to earnYall niggaz dont learnI aint concerned by farSpit six bars like gem-star, stitches, and scarsNiggaz dry snitchin, yo they intuition bizarrePicture me starvedWithout a partner, pitchin is hardListen, my jaw, to find the right position tomorrowIs mission imposs?I be yellin really my eyesNiggaz kill me when they nod like they really alive[kastro - verse 4]You aint shit without your homeboysYall aint no grown boysI feel it all and no voiceNow you stuck with no choiceGet on the ground, give up your propertyIts like monopolyWith jersey mob this time, theyre aint a mother *****er stoppin meThats why I pop three in my throatWait for my shit to drop and its murder she wroteForgot to pull it closeAnd I got enough to go around for everybody challenginGuns, never silence, Im still wildin like allenAnd mister jeru, well its mob. all that deep shitYou can keep it***** frontin, I aint never kept a secretMy dogs swift, doin the hard shift in the jailIm still sendin the mailWe livin in hellMy mom dukes told me life is what you make itSo watch yours closeAnd the outlawz will ***** around and take itI got these spinks payin a hundred a gram, fifty for halfIll get em for thiry thats why I dump at lastChorus[napolean - verse 5]We catch niggaz at the stop lightAnd do whats not rightIts worked for centuriesTo the ogs and peace gitesWe seat night, and we run through your chestGot a ***** with your name on her breastUp to set up your deathWe watch your ass for ten monthsIf we gots em (yeah)Then the first mistake you make (see them)Mother *****er we gots you (got em)We do it so coldWe make your niggaz think they saw a ghostYou untouchable niggaz dont even know we so close(right next to you nigga)Coast to coast, we spread so rapidlyMan, the niggaz sittin next to you answer to meCause we can touch you when we want toSo watch your tongueWe listenin closely manYall know have no oneWe got gunsPlus the ones that pac left (uh-huh)We got enemiesPlus the ones that pac left (uh-huh)We bang thug life, outlawCause thats our job (yeah, yeah)We backed by the mobAnd we hittin these niggaz hardSo what?Chorus
