Murder
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?
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?
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Writer(s): Wolfe De Mchls, Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
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