Murder

Free the homie J-Loc, they got him on a murder

Free my cousin Won Ton, they got him on a murder

Free my lil bro, tryna get him on a murder

Lil Blue got seventy 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 it's a fucking 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, see, chilling

When some **** pulled up and start the 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 ****, 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

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 stump down ****

Anybody got an issue, I'ma 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 four-hundred dollars right before he hopped out

Told him, "One love, Crip, loyalty is 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?

Tried to go see my son like a real man'd do

My baby-momma set me up, my ****, I didn't have a clue

Said the **** that I shot, was her lil cousin fool

When I ran outside Homicide was pointing twos

God damn

Yeah, I'm lookin' at thirty-five-state

Lost my mind in this bitch, I even caught another case

Some **** 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 your 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

Just a young wild **** headed in the wrong direction

Now the streets turnt up and they ain't showing no affection

Free the homie J-Loc, they got him a murder

Free my cousin Won Ton, they got him on a murder

Free my lil bro, tryna get him on a murder

Lil Blue got seventy 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

Everybody askin' questions, everybody feel the tension

Everybody grabbin' weapons, everybody got protection

Everybody picking sides, a lotta plexin' in my section

Bitches tryna set me up, **** shootin' all directions

Hope these **** war-ready, shit about to get hectic

Heard a couple homies snitched with the judge gave him 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, 'bout to be served, you never worry 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, gave my bro death row