Murder - Maxo Kream

Free the homie, they got him a murder

Free my cousin one time, they got him on a murder

Free my lil bro, tryna get him on a murder

Lil Blue got 70 years for a murder

RIP, we lost him to a murder

RIP Papa, we lost him to a murder

RIP, we lost him to a murder

Bullets jumping out the semi, shells hit the floor

Catch him on the backstreets and nobody know

Even civilians got to get it, kill every witness

Number one rule, can’t hang around snitches

Posted by the park, smoking dope, chilling

When some niggas pulled up and start set tripping

One of the homies took aim and let the burner flame

By that night, cuz had a new nickname

We left the scene went home and my clothes changed

We all had the same story on the same page

If the cops come, my nigga i don’t know a name

But if the opps come, my pistol it will do the same

We laid low, kept cool for a couple days

But cuz was fucked up, the homie started acting strange

In his brain he had the shooting on replay

Popping 6 or 7 Xans just to pass the day

And he told me, «Say cuz i ain’t tryna go down

Tell the homies if they catch them, they can never make a sound

Tell my son and baby momma that i love them, hold it down

Stopping by my momma crib then I’m skipping outta town.»

I was puffing on a swisher, held my head so I can hear him

Told him sit down, relax, you a down nigga

Anybody got an issue, imma' fucking squeeze the trigger for you

Son you must consider looking at the bigger picture

Cracked a couple more swishers, drank a whole thing of liquor

Then i took him to the bridge so he can throw away the pistol

Then we headed to his crib for his mother and his sister

The lost look on his face, the only thing i can remember

Reminiscing about the past growing up in the SWAT

Smoked a couple more blunts, took him to the bus stop

Gave him 400 dollars right before he hopped out

Told him, «One love crip, Lord and tears all we got.»

«Damn cuz why it had to be you?»

I found out last week from the paper and the news

Seen your mother yesterday, she was crying like the blues

I took you to the bus-stop, how the Laws catch you?