Текст песни Twista - Motive for Murder, слова песни Twista

Текст песни Twista - 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 dyingIm finally back in the world and its hard but Im still tryingNot to fall and risk my freedom again trying to ballWhile waiting for this pussy ass job to callAnd it aint hoppingGot me tipping to hear them things poppingCash bags droppingWith plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity knockingIts what Im onI cry when Im at home cause Im alone24 years and grown with a future unknownMy heart was torn from the pain of being back in the gameBut Id 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 cant 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 aint going backIts freedom or deathThat be my motive for murderBegin*chorus**liffy stokes*Now I know you the judge of life and deathI aint evil or nothingBut somebody done brought me pain and sorrowSo ima have to kill somethingLet me count the ways that I can repentTrying to stay holy and focusedBut that evil in his eyes let me know that nigga too bogusThat be my motive for murder*twista*Ima survive these streets another dayI know the pain in my heart wont go awayThese mother fuckers try to murder meAnd wont nobdy hurt my familyThats what he gotta dieEnd*chorus**mays*9 times out of 10 you can find mays trying to hit a better lickIf it aint coming up with the dopest shitThen Im trying to cop the thickest brickCause life in the belly of the bestIs equal to povertys bottomless pitWhere bitch niggas trickAnd 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 hitI go in a crucial rage like a flickTurn straight lunaticMaking all these bitches niggas hear their final tickBut that dont mean my minds sickJust cause Im motivated by a lot of cheeseWhen trees by the psAnd fuckin fine fees and 3s with easeFor sho the skilled poetsWithin in the mask up kill for itIll whoop a fiend with a crushed grillIll bet his dumb assll stil blow itBullshit aint nothingIm 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 ima 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 ima 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 rapIm bout to snapHere come the big pay backLooking up on the dresser for the black and gray strapIm 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 himCant control them painsNow its time to throw them thangsVisions of the stud dont 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 mamas 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 aint going to want mineFor the pain ima handle this funk and dismantle this junkFuck all thatIn all black and then pumpedTo run up on this niggaTip up on him then jumpMission to kill armed with a fist full of steelEyes gleam with the furyNever thought Id be facing to 2 mothersIn front of a prosecuting team and a juryHow did one murder turn into 2Revenge had me shooting thorugh hateI couldnt stopIn the mist of the actionIs when that little ? got shotAll because of my motive for murder*chorus*

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Motive for Murder

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