[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' 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 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 dri