[young noble] (talking)
Outlaw, outlaw
Bring your mother fucking jersey mob
In the name of makaveli the don, the killa motherfuckin 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 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, 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 fuckin with smooth (yo, whats fuckin
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 fucker, can your head take two?
Shut the fuck 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, fuckin 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 fucker 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
Fuck 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 fuck 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 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 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?
