Murderer, Robber

John Lee Hooker

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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

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    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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