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

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