k**a Klan Kaze - Murder, Robber lyrics

Murderer x 13 Robber Pschopathic, schizophrenic [Chorus] x8 Murderer, robber Psychopathic, schizophrenic [Verse 1: Project Pat] Will I k** for my meal Will I live, will I die God forgive me of my sin Didn't fully see from Gin High as hell Lookin' for a way to take me from this pressure Poverty and pain got a young n***a insane On the street of the city Look them k**as and them thugs Those who never show no pity Come up short, feel them slugs Of a tone in the back of your motherf**in' head Either get with the program Or yo family is damned straight to d**h Fifteen, seen a n***a meet his maker Shot him through his heart k**ed him like the Terminator Take da deadly situations that I'm livin' in Animosity, no friend Assed out, trying to get in In the pen n***as sittin', wait on other n***as lives Anger in my heart is struck When I hit them bricks you f** So is a rocks is in your face it ain't no questions asked You gon' drop that off your a** When I squeeze the trigger blast Chorus x8 [Verse 2: Scan Man] It ain't same silly somethin' That wants to get with this pimp sh** He me who they scammin' Say the dump n***a 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 loyalness So he grabbed his gun And he headed for the door With a 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 k**as 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 [Verse 3: Project Pat] It's your own n***a Project Pat I'm a G as in gorilla All my life I want to 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 sh** to hose Robbin you's is what I choose Who seven to one to face taht gun Like russian roullet 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 n***a lookin up to buzz Money hungry n***a where them d** Where da dope? b**h give me that cheese Gin in hand mama all thse Hair trigger I'm about to squeeze Come on down Trick off them keyes Please bein' ain't in my heart Gangsta city mane don't you start Actin' like you don't know the rule Damn fools wear bepper shoes In the river, take a swim You can end up one of them On the T-V or front page Decomposed, been dead for days [Chorus...till fade]