Outlawz - Murder Made Easy |
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Murder Made Easy
Outlawz Outlaw, Outlaw Bring your mother fucking Jersey Mob In the name of Makaveli The Don, the killa motherfuckin Kadafi [Akwylah 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 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 Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him His family prayin 'cause one day they might back into him (uh [Smooth With nothin to loose, I walk through clutchin my tools Icewith 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 pistolTied 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 dri |
