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letra de motive for murder - twista

-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 sh-t a n-gga 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 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 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 l!cks 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

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-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 k!ll 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-gga 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 f-ckers try to murder me
and won’t n0body 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 l!ck
if it ain’t coming up with the dopest sh-t
then i’m trying to cop the thickest brick
cause life in the belly of the best
is equal to povertys bottomless pit
where b-tch n-ggas trick
and thirsty mother f-ckers 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 sh-t like riding sl!ck
with a thick chick slobbing your d-ck
even if it means fighting these n-ggas in cases
as long as neither ones thick
cause i swear when i get hit
i go in a crucial rage like a fl!ck
turn straight lunatic
making all these b-tches n-ggas 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 3’s with ease
for sho the sk!lled poets
within in the mask up k!ll for it
i’ll whoop a fiend with a crushed grill
i’ll bet his dumb -ss’ll stil 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’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

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-twista-
lord knows i was hurt from a judge from the start
how i’mma hide love for this mob
this n-gga made my homie die in my arms
had to put a slug in his heart
mother f-ck that slug
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 ‘nac
and a quarter ounce of dro on my lap
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 k!ll 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 its time to throw them thangs
visions of the stud on sight
empty the clip of air him 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
left his shorties years throwed
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 reminising on the fun times
balling and coming at b-tches with blunt lines
but this n-gga ain’t going to want mine
for the pain i’mma handle this flunk and dismantle this junk
f-ck all that
in all black and then pumped
to run up on this n-gga
tip up on him then dump
mission to k!ll armed with a fist full of steel
eyes gleam with the fury
never thought i’d be facing to 2 murders
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 for murder

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- twista

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