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Текст (слова) песни: Twista - Motive for Murder



*liffy stokes*

The stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul

Im 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

Im finally back in the world and its hard but Im still trying

Not to fall and risk my freedom again trying to ball

While waiting for this pussy ass job to call

And it aint hopping

Got me tipping to hear them things popping

Cash bags dropping

With plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity knocking

Its what Im on

I cry when Im at home cause Im alone

24 years and grown with a future unknown

My heart was torn from the pain of being back in the game

But Id rather die getting my hussle on and live like a lane

So its back to pistols and cane

Plotting on licks hitting stains

The mob life runs through my veins

Its too late for me to change

These streets got me deranged

Strapped up and paranoid

Ready to add on situations I can and cant 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 aint going back

Its freedom or death

That be my motive for murder

Begin*chorus*

*liffy stokes*

Now I know you the judge of life and death

I aint evil or nothing

But somebody done brought me pain and sorrow

So ima 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 for murder

*twista*

Ima survive these streets another day

I know the pain in my heart wont go away

These mother fuckers try to murder me

And wont nobdy hurt my family

Thats what he gotta die

End*chorus*

*mays*

9 times out of 10 you can find mays trying to hit a better lick

If it aint coming up with the dopest shit

Then Im trying to cop the thickest brick

Cause life in the belly of the best

Is equal to povertys bottomless pit

Where bitch niggas trick

And thirsty mother fuckers beat you out of everything you get

But it seems like everybodys trying to make some type of come up quick

Before its 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 dont mean my minds sick

Just cause Im motivated by a lot of cheese

When trees by the ps

And fuckin fine fees and 3s with ease

For sho the skilled poets

Within in the mask up kill for it

Ill whoop a fiend with a crushed grill

Ill bet his dumb assll stil blow it

Bullshit aint nothing

Im 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 ima have to sacrifice your life

With a wrath thats stronger than christ

And forces of life thats know to do damage to human eyesight

I guess its true

Moneys the route of all evil

Cause crooked or legal

Its all manipulated by the eagle

And be my motive for murder

*chorus*

*twista*

Lord knows I was hurt from a judge from the start

How ima 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

Im bout to snap

Here come the big pay back

Looking up on the dresser for the black and gray strap

Im 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

Cant control them pains

Now its time to throw them thangs

Visions of the stud dont stay

Empty the clip of am out right

Ambulance come around

By the time the hypes

Taking of his nikes

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 mamas tears roll

And I know he used to wild sometimes

Carry a 9 but you took away your sunshine

No more reminising on the fun times

Balling and coming at bitches with blunt lines

But this nigga aint going to want mine

For the pain ima 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 Id 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 thorugh hate

I couldnt stop

In the mist of the action

Is when that little ? got shot

All because of my motive for murder

*chorus*

 

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