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Correct Murder Made Easy Lyrics
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[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) 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' c*** 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 *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 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 [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 he's strapped And hit him once in the face And that's that [Trife - Verse 3] 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 enflamed 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 imposs? I be yellin really my eyes Niggaz kill me when they nod like they really alive [Kastro - Verse 4] 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 thiry that's why I dump at last Chorus [Napolean - Verse 5] 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 (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 niggaz hard So what? Chorus
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