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

I'm finally back in the world and its 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 oppurtunity knocking

Its 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 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 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

Begin*CHORUS*

*Liffy Stokes*

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'mma 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*

I'mma 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

Thats what he gotta die

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*Mays*

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

If it ain't coming up with the dopest shit

Then I'm 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 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

I'll whoop a fiend with a crushed grill

I'll bet his dumb ass'll stil 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'mma 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, pulled and judged from the start

How I'ma have love for this mob?

This nigga made my homie die in my arms

Had to put a slug in his heart

Motherfuck that stub

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 'nac

And a quarter ounce of dro on my lap

I'm bout to snap

Here come the big pay back

Look up on the dresser for the black and grey 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 still was 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 on sight

Empty the clip and air him out right

Ambulance come around

By the time the hypes

Taking off his nikes

I know it sound cold

But this bullet put a hole in my soul

Left his shorties years throwed

He was only 17 years old

And at the funeral I got to watch his mama tears roll

And I know he used to wild sometimes

Carry a 9 but just took away your sunshine

No more reminising on the fun times

Balling and coming at bitches with blunt lines

But this nigga ain't gon' run mine

For the pain I'mma handle this flunk and dismantle this junk

Fuck all that

In all black and then pumped

To run up on this nigga

Tip up on him then dump

Mission to kill, armed with a fistful of steel

Eyes gleam with the fury

Never thought I'd be facing two murders

In front of a prosecution 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

*CHORUS*