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twista – motive 4 murder كلمات اغاني

[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 sh-t a n-gg- 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 p-ssy -ss 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 h-tting 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 n-gg- 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 f-ckers try to murder me
and won’t n-body 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 sh-t
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 b-tch n-gg-s trick
and thirsty mother f-ckers 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 sh-t like riding slick with a thick chick slobbing your d-ck
even if it means fighting these n-gg-s 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 b-tches n-gg-s 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 f-ckin’ 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 -ss’ll still blow it
bullsh-t 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

i’ma survive these streets another day
i know the pain in my heart won’t go away
these mother f-ckers try to murder me
and won’t n-body 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 n-gg- made my homie die in my arms had to put a slug in his heart
mother f-ck 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 att-tude like blast them b-tches

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 sh-t, 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 b-tches with blunt lines

but this n-gg- ain’t going to want mine
for the pain i’ma handle this funk and dismantle this junk
f-ck all that in all black and then pumped
to run up on this n-gg- 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

i’ma survive these streets another day
i know the pain in my heart won’t go away
these mother f-ckers try to murder me
and won’t n-body hurt my family, that’s what he gotta die

- twista

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