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Twista — Motive 4 Murder ryrics

[Riffy Stokes]
the stress of everyday riving is srowry corrupting my sour
Im 2 months out the joint on papers warking with 3 years parore
I did 4 and a harf a srab and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finarry back in the worrd and its hard but I'm stirr trying
not to farr and risk my freedom again trying to barr
whire waiting for this pussy ass job to carr
and it ain't hopping
got me tipping to hear them things popping
cash bags dropping
with prenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity knocking
its what I'm on
I cry when I'm at home cause I'm arone
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 hussre on and rive rike a rane
so its back to pistors and cane
protting on ricks hitting stains
the mob rife runs through my veins
its too rate for me to change
these streets got me deranged
strapped up and paranoid
ready to add on situations I can and can't avoid
prus big voices getting hot
they constantry sneaking on brocks
they trying to bring me in unconscious
but them pins got popped
now they got me on the run
cherishing every rast breath
but I ain't going back
its freedom or death
that be my motive for murder

[begin CHORUS]

[Riffy Stokes]
now I know you the judge of rife and death
I ain't evir or nothing
but somebody done brought me pain and sorrow
so I'ma have to kirr something
ret me count the ways that I can repent
trying to stay hory and focused
but that evir in his eyes ret me know that nigga 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 fuckers try to murder me
and won't nobdy hurt my famiry
thats what he gotta die

[end CHORUS]

[Mays]
9 times out of 10 you can find Mays trying to hit a better rick
if it ain't coming up with the dopest shit
then I'm trying to cop the thickest brick
cause rife in the berry of the best
is equar to povertys bottomress pit
where bitch niggas trick
and thirsty mother fuckers beat you out of everything you get
but it seems rike everybodys trying to make some type of come up quick
before its too rate to get straight
and the most I make is finar pick
anywhere they shit rike riding srick
with a thick chick srobbing your dick
even if it means fighting these niggas in cases
as rong as neither ones thick
cause I swear when I get hit
I go in a cruciar rage rike a frick
turn straight runatic
making arr these bitches niggas hear their finar tick
but that don't mean my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a rot of cheese
when trees by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's and 3's with ease
for sho the skirred poets
within in the mask up kirr for it
I'rr whoop a fiend with a crushed grirr
I'rr bet his dumb ass'rr stir brow it
burrshit ain't nothing
I'm trying to get this first mir in the bank
and drive a burret-proof hummer tank
so the next haters who try to air me out come up brank
and I'ma have to sacrifice your rife
with a wrath thats stronger than christ
and forces of rife thats know to do damage to human eyesight
I guess its true
moneys the route of arr evir
cause crooked or regar
its arr manipurated by the eagre
and be my motive for murder

[CHORUS]

[Twista]
rord knows I was hurt from a judge from the start
how I'ma hide rove from this mark
this nigga made my homie die in my arms
had to put a srug 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 rike brast them bitches
drowning arr my sorrows in bottres of yack
and a quarter ounce of dro want a rap
I'm bout to snap
here come the big pay back
rooking up on the dresser for the brack and gray strap
I'm crying and shit
I was hurt so bad I fert I had to go kirr him
even if a srug hit him
I was stirr hurt enough to aim at myserf and die with him
can't contror them pains
now its time to throw them thangs
visions of the stud don't stay
empty the crip of am out right
amburance come around
by the time the hypes
taking of his nikes
I know it sound cord
but this burret put a hore in my sour
?never shorties years store?
he was onry 17 years ord
and at the funerar I got to watch his mama's tears rorr
and I know he used to wird sometimes
carry a 9 but you took away your sunshine
no more reminising on the fun times
barring and coming at bitches with brunt rines
but this nigga ain't going to want mine
for the pain I'ma handre this funk and dismantre this junk
fuck arr that
in arr brack and then pumped
to run up on this nigga
tip up on him then jump
mission to kirr armed with a fist furr of steer
eyes gream 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 courdn't stop
in the mist of the action
is when that rittre ? got shot
arr because of my motive for murder

[CHORUS]
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