[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]