Jaey Kilo - Crime of Passion Lyrics

Somebody stepped inside your soul
Somebody stepped inside your soul
Little by little they robbed and stole
'Till someone else was in control
I give you goosebumps
I kill this bitch, and they gon' say that it was gruesome
(Shh) no announcing, about our movements
Awe yeah them BCG niggas, been a nuisance
Okay no beating 'round the bush alright ?, I got a bone to pick
I'm f*cking tired of the betrayal, been crossed enough, i'm over it
Young king, f*ck a crown, I just need a throne to sit
That nigga weak, chasing my old bitch, go find your own to hit
It's hard to intimidate me, while you taking jabs with no direct
Call me out my name, and i'ma leave you with a broken neck
Don't underestimate me for yourself, and over bet
'Cause I don't stress I would just kill you, if I feel you pose a threat
Like f*ck it dog I did what I done did, and I can't take it back
Even if I could I doubt I would, but I'd just rake it back
I ain't dumb, but if I f*ck that money off, I make it back
And I don't bounce 'cause I ain't pussy, but for sure I shake it back
But tell me why the f*ck it's hard, and why we got to live this way
Our problems deep you wouldn't get it, don't expect to sit this way
Only in my early Twenties, who'd have thought it get this way
'Cause we been 'bout it since we found it, I dare you to hit this way
Huh, Ask the neighbors, we was out at all
Hours
Ain't no middle man, all the profit all ours
When them hoes get acting sweet, I make 'em all sour
F*ck the fame, I want all money, and want all power
I see 'em all as bugs, nothing less then pesticides
I put that cold metal barrel back his neck, he petrified
He feel the cold run down his spine, and shiver he can't step aside
Now I aim it at your love, and guess who next to die
Blood drained, the family look upon him in a Pinebox
And they praying with the pastor, hoping that the crying stop
They won't admit it, but question God despite 'em trying not
They say it's all apart his plan, don't understand his time slot
And the police said that it was personal, "A Crime of Passion"
Maybe he had something to gain, that's why they took this kind of action
Or maybe he had something to loose, that's why he slimed and smashed him
Maybe it made him feel better, 'cause the victim tried to harass him
But as usual these crackers don't know shit, won't get it solved
Plus they don't even got a name, for to begin to get it jogged
Ain't no one finna snitch, the whole hood ain't seen or saw
'Cause you get killed if you a rat, the same for anyone involved
Me and Von we gotta bond, most these niggas envy
On my momma I would kill for him, he represent me
Same it go for Mike and Manny, I won't take it gently
Every one of us dropped a nigga, this shit could get deadly
I might have my lil' bitch pop you, if you go against me
F*ck with Effy you get lined, this ain't no assembly
Von'll get it any means, he gon' break and entry
Mike and Manny put on all black, to get they rent paid
God did more then 'nuff for me, and I still pray for a blessing
Plus my Grandma still alive, and she still weighed in depression
My Auntie still alive, and she still taking the meth and
I know Grandad probably killed someone, but still made it to heaven
I think it's crazy, and it's so beautiful
How much we grew from mindset, that's so juvenile
Can't box me in, I can't be in no cubicle
I'm boxed in, but only when it go musical
And boxed in, mean i'm in the studio
My mind free, at other times it movable
Don't need no drugs, this what therapeutical
Don't need a councilor, I ain't computable, at all