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Twista( Carl Terrell Mitchell )
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Motive 4 Murder
Lyricist:Lindley, Mayz, Liffy Stokes, Twista
The stress of everyday living Is slowly corrupting my soul I'm 2 months out the joint on papers Walking with 3 years parole
I did 4 and a half a slab And shit a nigga was dying I'm finally back in the world And it's hard but I'm still trying
Not to fall and risk my freedom Again trying to ball While waiting for this pussy ass job To call and it ain't hopping
Got me tipping to hear them things Popping cash bags dropping With plenty of cane for recopping Opportunity knocking it's what I'm on
I cry when I'm at home 'cause I'm alone 24 years and grown with a future unknown My heart was torn from the pain of being back in the game But I'd rather die getting my hustle on and live like a lane
So it's back to pistols and cane Plotting on licks hitting stains The mob life runs through my veins It's too late for me to change
These streets got me deranged Strapped up and paranoid Ready to add on situations I can and can't avoid plus big voices getting hot
They constantly sneaking on blocks They trying to bring me in unconscious But them pins got popped Now they got me on the run
Cherishing every last breath But I ain't going back It's freedom or death That be my motive 4 murder
Now I know you the judge of life and death I 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 focused But that evil in his eyes let me know that nigga Too bogus that be my motive 4 murder
I'ma survive these streets another day I know the pain in my heart won't go away These motherfuckers try to murder me And won't nobody hurt my family that's what he gotta die
9 times out of 10 you can find May's trying to hit a better lick If it ain't coming up with the dopiest shit Then I'm trying to cop the thickest brick
'Cause life in the belly of the best Is equal to poverty's bottomless pit Where bitch niggas trick and thirsty Motherfuckers beat you out of everything you get
But it seems like everybody's trying To make some type of come up quick Before it's too late to get straight And the most I make is final pick
Anywhere they shit like riding slick With a thick chick slobbing your dick Even if it means fighting these niggas In cases as long as neither ones thick
'Cause I swear when I get hit I go in a crucial rage like a flick Turn straight lunatic making all these bitches Niggas hear their final tick
But that don't mean my minds sick Just 'cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese When trees by the P's and fuckin' fine Fee's and 3's with ease
For sho' the skilled poets within in the mask up kill for it Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'll whoop a fiend with a crushed grill I'll bet his dumb ass'll still blow it
Bullshit ain't nothing I'm trying to get this first mil in the bank And drive a bullet-proof Hummer tank So the next haters who try to air me out come up blank
And I'ma have to sacrifice your life With a wrath that's stronger than Christ And forces of life that's know to do Damage to human eyesight
I guess it's true money's the route of all evil 'Cause crooked or legal It's all manipulated by the eagle And be my motive for murder
Now I know you the judge of life and death I 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 focused But that evil in his eyes let me know that nigga Too bogus that be my motive 4 murder
I'ma survive these streets another day I know the pain in my heart won't go away These motherfuckers try to murder me And won't nobody hurt my family that's what he gotta die
Lord knows I was hurt from a judge from the start How I'ma hide love from this mark, this nigga made my homie Die in my arms had to put a slug in his heart Mother fuck that stuff it was just a grudge on his part
My boy was young and ambitious took his dreams and wishes Try to do right but my attitude like blast them bitches Drowning all my sorrows in bottles of yack And a quarter ounce of dro want a rap I'm 'bout to snap
Here come the big pay back looking up on the dresser For the black and gray strap I'm crying and shit, I was hurt so bad I felt I had to go kill him even if a slug hit him, I was still hurt Enough to aim at myself and die with him can't control them pains
Now it's time to throw them thangs visions of the stud don't stay Empty the clip of am out right ambulance come around By the time the hypes taking of his Nike's I know it sound cold but this bullet put a hole in my soul
Never shorties years stole he was only 17 years old And at the funeral I got to watch his mama's tears roll And I know he used to wild Sometimes carry a 9 but you took away your sunshine
No more reminiscing on the fun times balling And coming at bitches with blunt lines But this nigga ain't going to want mine for the pain I'ma handle this funk and dismantle this junk
Fuck all that in all black and then pumped To run up on this nigga tip up on him then jump Mission to kill armed with a fist full of steel Eyes gleam with the fury
Never thought I'd be facing to 2 mothers In front of a prosecuting team and a jury How did one murder turn into 2 revenge Had me shooting through hate
I couldn't stop in the mist of the action Is when that little girl got shot All because of my motive 4 murder
Now I know you the judge of life and death I 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 focused But that evil in his eyes let me know that nigga Too bogus that be my motive 4 murder
I'ma survive these streets another day I know the pain in my heart won't go away These motherfuckers try to murder me And won't nobody hurt my family that's what he gotta die
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