Twista feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz. . [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'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 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 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 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'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 nigga made my homie die in my arms. had to put a slug 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 like blast them bitches. 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 shit. 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 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 bitches with blunt lines. but this nigga ain't going to want mine. for the pain I'ma handle this funk and dismantle this junk. fuck all that. in all black and then pumped. to run up on this nigga. 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 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]