Murder Made Easy Lyrics - Singles - Outlawz

Outlaw, outlaw, bring your mother fucking Jersey Mob 

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

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 off 

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 

With nothin' to lose, 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 

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 

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 en-flamed 

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 impose? I be yellin' really my eyes 

Niggaz kill me when they nod like they really alive 

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 thirty, that's why I dump at last 

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 

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 

We got enemies plus the ones that Pac left 

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? 

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