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?