(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]