Twista - Murder Me lyrics

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** a n***a 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**y a** 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 d**h that be my motive for murder (begin CHORUS) (Liffy Stokes) now I know you the judge of life and d**h I ain't evil or nothing but somebody done brought me pain and sorrow so I'ma have to k** 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***a too bogus that be my motive for murder (Twista) I'ma survive these streets another day I know the pain in my heart won't go away these mother f**kers try to murder me and won't 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 ain't coming up with the dopest sh** 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**h n***as trick and thirsty mother f**kers 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** like riding slick with a thick chick slobbing your dick even if it means fighting these n***as 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**hes n***as 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**kin fine fee's and 3's with ease for sho the sk**ed poets within in the mask up k** for it I'll whoop a fiend with a crushed grill I'll bet his dumb a**'ll stil blow it bullsh** 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 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 I'ma hide love from this mark this n***a made my homie die in my arms had to put a slug in his heart mother f**k 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 b**hes 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** I was hurt so bad I felt I had to go k** 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 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 9 but you took away your sunshine no more reminising on the fun times balling and coming at b**hes with blunt lines but this n***a ain't going to want mine for the pain I'ma handle this funk and dismantle this junk f**k all that in all black and then pumped to run up on this n***a tip up on him then jump mission to k** armed with a fist full of steel eyes gleam with the fury never thought I'd 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 couldn't stop in the mist of the action is when that little? got shot all because of my motive for murder (CHORUS)