[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 every day there’s a fucking 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, kill every witness Number one rule: can't hang around snitches Posted by the park, smoking dope, set 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 six or seven xans just to pass 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 nigga down nigga Anybody got an issue, imma' fucking squeeze the trigger For your 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."
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[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 nigga I didn’t have a clue Said the nigga that I shot, was her lil cousin fool When I ran outside homicide was pointing twos) (God damn!) (Yeah I'm lookin' at 35-state, lost my mind in this bitch, I even caught another case Some nigga in my tank, 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' ass 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 nigga headed in the wrong direction Now the streets 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 every day there’s a fucking 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 Bitches tryna set me up Niggas shoot in all directions Hope these niggas war ready, shit 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 lifelong lesson Do a murder [serve a body] never worried about conviction Kill mine, I kill 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 Capital murder my bro death row (death row)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
