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Текст песни The Prophet Posse - Murderer, Robber

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Murderer x13, RobberPschopathic, PschytsofranicChorus x8Murderer, robberPschopathic, PschytsofranicWhether I can kill for my mealWill I live, will I dieGod forgive me of my sinDidn`t fully see from GinHot as hellLookin` for a way to take me from this pressurePoverty and pain got a you nigga insaneOn the street of the cityLook them killas and the thugsThose who never show no pittyCome on for show feel them slugsOf a tone in the back of your motherfuckin` headEither get with the programOr our family is damn straight to deathFifteen seen the nigga meet his makerShot him through his heartKiled himn like the terminatorTaint the then is situations that I`m livin` inAnamosity or frind asked out tried to get inIn the enNiggas sittin` wait on other niggas livesAnger in my body struckWhen I hit them bridge you fuckSo is so rocks is in your face it ain`t no questions askedyou gone drop that off your assWhen I squeeze then take your pleaseChorus x8It ain`t same silly somethin` that wants to get with this pimp shitHe me who they scammin`Say the dump nigga in a ditchAnd then she gave me quickI want to be down with the Prophet clickWe blight the messThen you have to prove to me your oyalnessSo he grabbed his gunAnd he headed for the doorWith the grin on his faceAnd I looked it up a criminalDickeyed all upAnd it`s sold for the darkernessThinkin` of what were sayin`So he sped up the processBut knowin` what would happen if a bullet hit his gutBut the kids not feelins`Hard made don`t really did you run from then deadHe`s aways around himAnd thinkin` will god forgive himSo now he`s bound to confusionAnd please my peeps I`m losin` itI`m feelin` itTemptation like killas might take it all over my soulCause he don`t scare me thoughI`m thinkin` of murder or robbery of courseNow were forceA force tuned to kick itThey don`t have no remorseAnd then you will become aChorus x8It`s your own nigga Project PatI`m a G as in gorillaall my life I want ot come cleanWhy you flossin` all my dreamsTo be richRich gone get my first a bulletOr that jail houseSince I ain`t got shit to hoseRobbin you`s is what I chooseWho seven to one to face taht gunLike russian rulletA hard time never did get betterSmart crab no bloody sweaterBetter watch your backSlangin` that crackIf you ever tell aMake a whip drop on your domeBetter yet yo get it onTake a fall up in these streetsMake a lick back on my feetYoung nigga lookin up to buzzMoney hungry Nigga where them drugsThere the doorBitch give me that cheeseGin in hand mama all thseHurt ya gutI`m about to sheezeCome on downTrick off them keyesPlease bein` ain`t in my heartGangsta (??) don`t you startActin` like you don`t know the ruleDamn fools wear bepper shoesIn the real buttook a swimYou can end up on e of themOn the T-V or front pageDecompose been dead for daysChorus...till fade

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Murderer, Robber

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