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Outlaw, outlaw, bring your mother fucking jersey mob
In the name of makaveli the don, the killa motherfuckin' kadafi

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' 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 off

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

With nothin' to lose, 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

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

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 en-flamed

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 impose? i be yellin' really my eyes
Niggaz kill me when they nod like they really alive

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 thirty, that's why i dump at last

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

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

We got enemies plus the ones that pac left
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?

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

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