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Murderer x13, Robber 
Pschopathic, Pschytsofranic 

Chorus x8 
Murderer, robber 
Pschopathic, Pschytsofranic 

Whether I can kill for my meal 
Will I live, will I die 
God forgive me of my sin 
Didn't fully see from Gin 
Hot as hell 
Lookin' for a way to take me from this pressure 
Poverty and pain got a you nigga insane 
On the street of the city 
Look them killas and the thugs 
Those who never show no pitty 
Come on for show feel them slugs 
Of a tone in the back of your motherfuckin' head 
Either get with the program 
Or our family is damn straight to death 
Fifteen seen the nigga meet his maker 
Shot him through his heart 
Kiled himn like the terminator 
Taint the then is situations that I'm livin' in 
Anamosity or frind asked out tried to get in 
In the en 
Niggas sittin' wait on other niggas lives 
Anger in my body struck 
When I hit them bridge you fuck 
So is so rocks is in your face it ain't no questions asked 
you gone drop that off your ass 
When I squeeze then take your please 

Chorus x8 

It ain't same silly somethin' that wants to get with this pimp shit 
He me who they scammin' 
Say the dump nigga in a ditch 
And then she gave me quick 
I want to be down with the Prophet click 
We blight the mess 
Then you have to prove to me your oyalness 
So he grabbed his gun 
And he headed for the door 
With the grin on his face 
And I looked it up a criminal 
Dickeyed all up 
And it's sold for the darkerness 
Thinkin' of what were sayin' 
So he sped up the process 
But knowin' what would happen if a bullet hit his gut 
But the kids not feelins' 
Hard made don't really did you run from then dead 
He's aways around him 
And thinkin' will god forgive him 
So now he's bound to confusion 
And please my peeps I'm losin' it 
I'm feelin' it 
Temptation like killas might take it all over my soul 
Cause he don't scare me though 
I'm thinkin' of murder or robbery of course 
Now were force 
A force tuned to kick it 
They don't have no remorse 
And then you will become a 

Chorus x8 

It's your own nigga Project Pat 
I'm a G as in gorilla 
all my life I want ot come clean 
Why you flossin' all my dreams 
To be rich 
Rich gone get my first a bullet 
Or that jail house 

Since I ain't got shit to hose 
Robbin you's is what I choose 
Who seven to one to face taht gun 
Like russian rullet 
A hard time never did get better 
Smart crab no bloody sweater 
Better watch your back 
Slangin' that crack 
If you ever tell a 
Make a whip drop on your dome 
Better yet yo get it on 
Take a fall up in these streets 
Make a lick back on my feet 
Young nigga lookin up to buzz 
Money hungry Nigga where them drugs 
There the door 
Bitch give me that cheese 
Gin in hand mama all thse 
Hurt ya gut 
I'm about to sheeze 
Come on down 
Trick off them keyes 
Please bein' ain't in my heart 
Gangsta (??) don't you start 
Actin' like you don't know the rule 
Damn fools wear bepper shoes 
In the real buttook a swim 
You can end up on e of them 
On the T-V or front page 
Decompose been dead for days 

Chorus...till fade

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