[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 now 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 prayin 'cause one day they might 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 n***a?)
I'm sick of these crews, actin like they've been payin' dues
I put the heat to em, tell them n***as 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 n***a, 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 n***a 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 race and his bag
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 race and his bag
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 n***a 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
N***as 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 n***as don't learn
I ain't concerned by far
Spit six bars like gem-star, stitches, and scars
N***as 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
N***as 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 race and his bag
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 n***as 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 n***as think they saw a ghost
You untouchable n***as don't even know we so close
(right next to you n***a)
Coast to coast, we spread so rapidly
Man, the n***as 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 n***as 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 race and his bag
To see if he's strapped
And hit him once in the face
And that's that