Maxo Kream - Murder lyrics

[Hook: Maxo Kream] Free the homie J-Loc, 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 Three-Two, we lost him to a murder RIP Papa C, we lost him to a murder RIP Mun-C, we lost him to a murder In the SWAT everyday there's a f**ing murder [Verse 1: Maxo Kream] Bullets jumping out the semi, shells hit the floor Catch him on the backstreets and nobody know Even civilians got to get it, k** every witness Number one rule, can't hang around snitches Posted by the park, smoking dope, [?] chilling When some n***as 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 n***a 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 f**ed up, the homie started acting strange In his brain he had the shooting on replay Popping 6 or 7 Xans just to pa** the day [Interlude: Maxo Kream] 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." [Verse 2: Maxo Kream] I was puffing on a swisher, held my head so I can hear him Told him sit down, relax, you a Stump down n***a down n***a Anybody got an issue, imma' f**ing 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, Loyalty is all we got." [Interlude: Distorted Sample] [Bridge: Maxo Kream] "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? [Verse 3: Maxo Kream] (Tried to go see my son like a real man do My baby mama set me up, my n***a I didn't have a clue Said the n***a that I shot, was her lil cousin fool When I ran outside homicide was pointing twos) (God damn!) (Yeah Im lookin at 35 state, lost my mind in this b**h, I even caught another case Some n***a in my [?], tried to get me for my plate, so i cut him in the face four times with a shank) Cuz you need to slow down, talking reckless on the phone, and you gotta keep it cool, don't let your anger explode, I know its hard right now, but you gotta stay strong, we getting money for your bail so you can bring yo a** home (Man they took away my bail, and they took away my meal, only let me see the phone cause i was switching out the cell, took away my commissary so the food real stale, plus my skin real pale, this the closest thing to hell mane) At the very last second call got disconnected, in his voice i felt depression, paranoia, and neglection, jus a young wild n***a headed in the wrong direction, out the street turnt up, and they ain't showing no affection [Hook: Maxo Kream] Free the homie J-Loc, 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 Three-Two, we lost him to a murder RIP Papa C, we lost him to a murder RIP Mun-C, we lost him to a murder In the SWAT everyday there's a f**ing murder [Verse 4: Maxo Kream] Everybody askin' questions, everybody feel the tension, everybody grabbin' weapons, everybody got protection, everybody picking sides A lot of plexin' in my section, b**hes tryna set me up, n***as shoot in all directions,hope these n***as war ready, sh** about to get hectic, heard a couple homies snitched,with the judge gave em confessions,laws pullin' up to sessions,bout a murder asking questions,smoking on this meditation, in my mind i do reflections, beat the stage of depression this a life long lesson, do a murder [?] never worried bout conviction,k** mine, I k** yours, won't be no prevention, only choice is getting shot,, or end up in prison The homie still up in jail meanwhile Court appointed lawyer took to catch the trial As the judge read the verdict we froze [?] murder my bro d**h row