Murder Made Easy
Outlawz 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' 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, laid 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

Overall Meaning

The Outlawz's song Murder Made Easy features multiple rappers spitting verses about various scenarios where they have to make a kill. The chorus repeats the phrase "Murder made easy" as the rappers detail their plans to execute someone without being caught. The song is introduced with a shoutout to Makaveli The Don and Kadafi, both deceased members of the group, hinting at the violent nature of the song ahead.


Akwylah's verse talks about how he lives his life and advises his enemies to not cross him, or they will face the wrath of the Outlawz. Smooth's verse is more aggressive, where he asserts that he has nothing to lose and is willing to put the heat on anyone who opposes him. Trife's verse is more introspective, as he reflects on how he hit rock bottom and is still struggling to rise. Kastro's verse is a warning to others that they are nothing without their homies and that the Outlawz can take them down quickly. Napoleon's verse concludes the song by asserting that the Outlawz are untouchable, and one must watch their tongue as they can be gunned down if they cross the group.


The song was released in 2002, six years after the death of Tupac Shakur, the founder of the Outlawz, and reflects the group's ongoing dedication to his legacy of thug life. The song features gritty lyrics, offensive language, and violent themes, which is characteristic of the Outlawz's style. The song was not commercially successful, but it gained a considerable cult following due to the group's reputation as a pioneer of gangsta rap.


Line by Line Meaning

Everybody wanna know how I live my life (pucka)
People are curious about my lifestyle


Where's my balls? (pucka)
Asking where my courage or bravery is


No matter now I answer then, feel my stripes
Regardless of how I respond, people should recognize my authority or rank in the group


You keep poppin shit, I'll pin my knights dying
If you keep talking nonsense, I'll send my troops to kill you


Smokin on your drow Flavor
Smoking on cannabis


Spit some pimp shit Then dip with your old neighbor (come on)
Talk some confident talk, then leave with someone who lives nearby


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
If you have a problem with us, we'll come to your neighborhood with guns blazing


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
We are part of the same crew, selling drugs to make money, but people who provide information to the police want us in jail


The hate for traitors, that's all a cop thought of We live stool pigeons smokin in salt water
The police distrust people who betray their crew and we secretly meet to smoke and discuss our affairs


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)
Only we know what happened to a certain person and his family still hopes to find him one day


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 have nothing to lose, so I walk around with my weapons while people are afraid of me


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
I'm annoyed with other groups who act like they have experience and I threaten them with guns


What would you do in the position when it's us against you? That Teflon mother fucker, can your head take two?
What would you do when you're up against us? Can you handle the bullets from our guns?


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, laid out, and hit up
Be quiet before you get hurt and if you resist, we'll tie you up, tape your mouth, beat you up and eventually kill you


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
After we kill you, we'll leave you lying and you'll need a napkin to clean yourself up. Then, people will start talking about the incident and we'll have to react to avoid getting caught


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
You're nothing without your crew, and you don't have a say in anything because you're alone


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
We will rob you and there's nothing you can do about it. It's like playing the game of Monopoly, but this time, we're unstoppable


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)
We are so stealthy that we seem like ghosts who come out of the blue and attack you. You don't even realize we're right next to you


So what?
We don't care what anyone thinks about us or our actions


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
Killing someone is easy if you're smart about it. First, check his belongings and see if he has any weapons. If you can, rob him before killing him and then hit him once in the face to end his life




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