Artist: The Prophet Posse Album: Body Parts Song: Murderer, Robber Typed by: Djwonders@hotmail.com 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