Easy - Rick Ross, Gunplay, Mozzy

It’s that easy

Had to run it up on these broke niggas

50 bands worth of dope, nigga

It’s that easy

Came in facing seven digits, coffin, and jails

Still can’t tell what the difference is

You just eat what you kill

I got no feeling to feel

My mind is filled up with filth

I slap a pimp on the

And stuff a mouth full a pills

My thoughts dirty as fuck

I’m talking murder and blood

Just be careful don’t get none on the drugs

Talking taking it there

Not making it fair

Knocking pictures off the wall

On this side of town

The way we riding around

With some shit that’s loaded that I know you not about

Check em at the door, no weapons, just the dope

Flinchin' and I’m clinchin', nigga, til the trigger choke

I done trapped it out in them tranches, homie

We could squabble up back in '05

Try now and niggas gonna die

What’s the point of playing both sides, huh?

Nigga, what’s the point of playing both sides

What’s the point of doing drive-bys

Its a pound town when we slide by

Used to call a nigga IZOD

standing like 5'5″

Goddamn that’s a big bitch

100 shells in that parking lot

I be on that lil' Meek shit

My boy like Shyne and them

Free pimp, on my momma and 'em

Call home just to

We for real

All mine if you

Everybody got to feel the fam

Learn to stand on your own two

Promise I never need a hand

Momma say she never need a man

I just sent her a hundred bands

Still respected by the dope fiends

Used to plug them all, so they love a nigga

Line me up for that play, homie

Money hungry let’s run it nigga

Circle small, I don’t fuck with niggas

1K above a hundred, nigga

Pullin' up to the neck with it

Really in the hood, I be thuggin' wit 'em

Everybody got to walk back to the whip, right?

Everybody do.

It’s that easy

Everybody got to come back to the crib, right?

Everybody do.

It’s that easy