Motive 4 Murder

[Incomprehensible] The stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul I'm two months out the joint on papers walking with three 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 recapping opportunity knocking It's what I'm on, I cry when I'm at home 'cause I'm alone Twenty-four 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 its freedom or death that 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 for murder I'ma survive these streets another day I know the pain in my heart won't go away These mother fuckers try to murder me And won't nobody hurt my family, that's what he gotta die Nine times out of ten you can find Mays 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 mother fuckers 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 three's with ease For sho' the skilled poets within in the mask up kill for it 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 moneys 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 for murder I'ma survive these streets another day I know the pain in my heart won't go away These mother fuckers 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 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 mama's tears roll And I know he used to wild sometimes Carry a nine 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 two mothers In front of a prosecuting team and a jury, how did one murder turn into two 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 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 for murder I'ma survive these streets another day I know the pain in my heart won't go away These mother fuckers try to murder me And won't nobody hurt my family, that's what he gotta die