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Текст песни Twista and The Speedknot Mobstaz - Motive for Murder

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*Liffy Stokes*the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soulIm 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years paroleI did 4 and a half a slab and shit a nigga was dyingI`m finally back in the world and its hard but I`m still tryingnot to fall and risk my freedom again trying to ballwhile waiting for this pussy ass job to calland it ain`t hopping got me tipping to hear them things poppingcash bags dropping with plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity knockingits what I`m onI cry when I`m at home cause I`m alone24 years and grown with a future unknownmy heart was torn from the pain of being back in the gamebut I`d rather die getting my hussle on and live like a laneso its back to pistols and caneplotting on licks hitting stainsthe mob life runs through my veinsits too late for me to changethese streets got me derangedstrapped up and paranoidready to add on situations I can and can`t avoidplus big voices getting hotthey constantly sneaking on blocksthey trying to bring me in unconsciousbut them pins got poppednow they got me on the runcherishing every last breathbut I ain`t going backits freedom or deaththat be my motive for murderbegin*CHORUS**Liffy Stokes*now I know you the judge of life and deathI ain`t evil or nothing but somebody done brought me pain and sorrow so I`ma have to kill something let me count the ways that I can repent trying to stay holy and focusedbut that evil in his eyes let me know that nigga too bogus that be my motive for murder*Twista*I`ma survive these streets another dayI know the pain in my heart won`t go awaythese mother fuckers try to murder me and won`t nobdy hurt my family thats what he gotta dieend*CHORUS**Mays*9 times out of 10 you can find Mays trying to hit a better lickif it ain`t coming up with the dopest shitthen I`m trying to cop the thickest brickcause life in the belly of the bestis equal to povertys bottomless pitwhere bitch niggas trick and thirsty mother fuckers beat you out of everything you getbut it seems like everybodys trying to make some type of come up quickbefore its too late to get straightand the most I make is final pickanywhere they shit like riding slickwith a thick chick slobbing your dickeven if it means fighting these niggas in casesas long as neither ones thickcause I swear when I get hit I go in a crucial rage like a flickturn straight lunaticmaking all these bitches niggas hear their final tickbut that don`t mean my minds sickjust cause I`m motivated by a lot of cheesewhen trees by the p`sand fuckin fine fee`s and 3`s with easefor sho the skilled poetswithin in the mask up kill for itI`ll whoop a fiend with a crushed grillI`ll bet his dumb ass`ll stil blow itbullshit ain`t nothingI`m trying to get this first mil in the bankand drive a bullet-proof hummer tankso the next haters who try to air me out come up blankand I`ma have to sacrifice your lifewith a wrath thats stronger than christand forces of life thats know to do damage to human eyesightI guess its truemoneys the route of all evilcause crooked or legalits all manipulated by the eagleand be my motive for murder*CHORUS**Twista*lord knows I was hurt from a judge from the starthow I`ma hide love from this markthis nigga made my homie die in my armshad to put a slug in his heartmother fuck that stuffit was just a grudge on his partmy boy was young and ambitioustook his dreams and wishestry to do right but my attitude like blast them bitchesdrowning all my sorrows in bottles of yackand a quarter ounce of dro want a rapI`m bout to snaphere come the big pay backlooking up on the dresser for the black and gray strapI`m crying and shitI was hurt so bad I felt I had to go kill himeven if a slug hit himI was still hurt enough to aim at myself and die with himcan`t control them painsnow its time to throw them thangsvisions of the stud don`t stayempty the clip of am out rightambulance come aroundby the time the hypestaking of his nikesI know it sound coldbut this bullet put a hole in my soul?never shorties years stole?he was only 17 years oldand at the funeral I got to watch his mama`s tears rolland I know he used to wild sometimescarry a 9 but you took away your sunshineno more reminising on the fun timesballing and coming at bitches with blunt linesbut this nigga ain`t going to want minefor the pain I`ma handle this funk and dismantle this junkfuck all thatin all black and then pumpedto run up on this nigga tip up on him then jumpmission to kill armed with a fist full of steeleyes gleam with the furynever thought I`d be facing to 2 mothersin front of a prosecuting team and a juryhow did one murder turn into 2revenge had me shooting thorugh hateI couldn`t stop in the mist of the action is when that little ? got shotall because of my motive for murder*CHORUS*

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