Murder Made Easy

Lyrics

[Intro: E.D.I.] Outlaw, Outlaw And we bring you the motherfucking Jersey Mob In the name of Makaveli The Don and killa motherfuckin Kadafi [Verse 1: Akwylah] Everybody wanna know how I live my life (pucka) Where's my balls? (pucka) Where's my ice? No matter how I answer they, feel my stripes You keep poppin' shit, I'll pin my knights *dying* At your bodega Smokin' on your dro' 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 up out 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 To infiltrate us, that's all a cop thought of We live stool pigeons soakin' in salt water *pigeon* Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him His family prays one day they might run back into him (uh-huh, uh-huh) [Verse 2: Smooth] 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 niggas kick off they shoes What would you do in the position when it's us against you? (O.N.S) That Teflon mother fucker, can your head take two? Shut the fuck up 'fore your luck's up What you gonna do wit' your shit tucked Besides get dissed on nigga, and pistol-whipped up Tied up, mouth taped up, layed out, and hit up Give you a break I give you a napkin to wipe that shit up After the fact, most of the time, slit up or 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] (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 waist and his back To see if he's strapped And hit him once in the face And that's that Murder made easy for dummies Before you pull the trigger Hit his pockets, take all his money First you gotta be smart Check his waist and his back To see if he's strapped And hit him once in the face And that's that [Verse 3: Dirty Bert] 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 Let a 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 Al Tariq got burned Niggas 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 niggas don't learn I ain't concerned by far Spit six bars like gem-star, stitches, and scars Niggas dry snitchin', yo they intuition bizarre Picture me starved Without a pot to piss in, it's hard Listen, my job's to find the right position tomorrow Is mission imposs'? I be yellin really my odds Niggas kill me when they nod like they really alive [Verse 4: Trigga Trife] You ain't shit without your homeboys Y'all ain't no grown boys I feel it all in Nobe' voice Now you stuck with no choice Get on the ground, give up your property It's like monopoly With Jersey Mob beside me, ain't a mafucker stoppin' me Squat, popped three in my throat Wait for my shit to drop and this murder she wrote Quim got the bolder 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 never kept a secret My dog Swift, doin a hard shift in the jail I'm still sendin' him 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 fiends payin a hundred a gram, fifty for half I'll get em for thirty that's why I dump at last [Chorus: Akwylah] (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 waist and his back To see if he's strapped And hit him once in the face And that's that [Verse 5: E.D.I Mean] We catch niggas at the stop light And do what's not right Hold grudges for centuries To the O.G.'s send peace kites We seek night, then we run through your rest 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 to (yeah) Then the first mistake you make (see them) Mother fucker we gots you (got em) We do it so cold We make your niggas think they saw a ghost You untouchable niggas don't even know we so close (right next to you nigga) Coast to coast, we spread so rapidly Man, the niggas 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 how we run 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 niggas hard So what? [Chorus: Akwylah] (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 waist and his back To see if he's strapped And hit him once in the face And that's that