Murderer, Robber

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