you don't like it then fuck you My clans deep, steppin' out my jeep in my truck jewels (Beep beep) The killin' is a part of my job Ayo RZA, good lookin
barbecue sauce [Motive:] Ayo I stay clean Rake Doe, lay low with a full clip My yayo fiends on payroll get smacked over bullshit Motive, notice I never
have involvement was there a killer in my house a product of oppression your world's fucked up why were those two men killed motive or wrong place wrong time
sober once again on the edge, head's inebriated movement needs motive, it's easier to be sedated what makes me mighty and another tiny? why does my psyche
That you could conjure in an instant that it takes to breathe I got my Duplos and blocks and Lincoln Logs for when it's time to build I wait patiently
Fill it up With a bag of that happy stuff Cause the way she runs out, you can tell she ain't had enough Good times goddess My goodness Got finger nail
my balance I gotta find my balance [Slug] Now all my friends are famous It's either one thing or another They all don't know what my name is Probably know both of my
don't love you no more She's in love with a motive, yeah This jealousy can't hold me over I can't get mad You know that anger gets all in your way My
you'z a hoe The only time you seen the 17th is at a show Jealous muthafuckas wanna be like me I represent that 3, the capital T-E-C You bitches better keep my
coming Dawn, dusk, night, morning I'll bust tight poems Raw, just might (?) ya'll With the white motive, motivation Motivate, accelerate, never wait,
A lot of homies got killed over bagging up crills Moms stressed out for real when she adding the bills I get chills from the pain every time that I kneel Now my
now they figure dope was the motive Purchase plastic explosives Hook it to yo' ignition (?)Bury(?) on recognition Are found in the foetal position Killin' my competition Stimulates my ambition My
give strong blows to the hoes and my foes" [x4] [Lord Jamar] Well it's the Lord J lightin up more shit than Broadway and Times Square wit nuff rhymes
my infinite styles Making sure this travels only 23 million miles The other six I set the crucifix Cause the heart of the problem is this: Preacher got my
come over and add on to the cipher "Sunshine! .. Everybody loves the sunshine!" "Folks get down in the sunshine!" "Everybody loves the sunshine!" "My life, my life, my life, MY
But your actions are contradicting "I never should have walked away" you say, and pretend I'm not listening Did you even have a motive this time? Well
hands in your pocket, give it up I demand I need my tweed, potent refer, man Bandstandin' with the hand cannon Split my face, muthafucka, gimme your scrill