Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murder , by - Maxo Kream. Song from the album #Maxo187, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TSO
Song language: English
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? |