Maxo Kream - Murder Lyrics






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 everyday there'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, [?] 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 Stump down nigga 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, 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 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, out the street turnt up, and they ain't showing no affection

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 everyday there's a fucking murder

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 life long lesson
Do a murder body serve you never worried bout 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

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
A nigga 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 everyday there's a fucking murder

Shit real nigga





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  1. j.... ....

    Maxo always rappin bout that REAL Houston shit 💯💯

  2. T.... B....

    maxo my guy nah fr

  3. B.... S....

    Storytelling at its finest

  4. S.... N....

    Maxo's best song 💯 Everybody with people behind bars felt this one

  5. m.... U....

    No more Soulja boy for me I like this guy better than Soulja boy

  6. E.... s....

    2019? 🐐🔥

  7. M.... S....

    R.i.p my nigga Norman we lost him to a murda 👏 🖤

  8. H.... M....

    G5 yaya

  9. B.... B....

    First maxo song i heard and it still one of the most slept songs 🔥

  10. D.... P....

    Story rap at its finest. Truth. Straight firr

  11. C.... ....

    This shit slaps harder than an earthquake

  12. P.... R....

    🤚🏼✌️HG♿️

  13. m.... ....

    this is the realest youtube comment section

  14. w.... t....

    222🙏🏻

  15. D.... E....

    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."

    [Interlude: Distorted Sample]

    [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)

  16. A.... G....

    Maxo kream & Pouya would be a sick collab

  17. E.... J....

    Numba 1 real can’t hang around snitches♿️♿️💯💯

  18. Y.... W....

    https://www.datpiff.com/Yung-Wook-Drug-Addict-Musik-Volume-1-mixtape.926047.html Drug Addict Musik Volume 1 by Yung Wook on Datpiff https://www.datpiff.com/Yung-Wook-Drug-Addict-Musik-Volume-1-mixtape.926047.html

  19. J.... R....

    Maxo Kream is like another spm

    J.... R....

    Jimmy Garza he don’t mumble and he raps about how it is and don’t talk about the same shit like other rappers does

    J.... R....

    @Josh Ruiz True. If you ain't familiar wit the others, check out some other Houston cats they ain't on that autotune. Cept them new mfs

  20. M.... M....

    Maxo Kream= BEST storyteller rapper

  21. S.... ....

    Waiting for this bitch to hit a mill this my favorite by maxo this gotta be a music video

  22. U.... M....

    EastSide fuckin with this😎...
    -Nashville, Tn615

    U.... M....

    Tennessee-Houston connection. Been that way since the 90s they don't play up in Memphis or Nashville

  23. T.... A....

    Dmm CuZz why it had to be you!!!!
    😪😪😪 R. I. P LIL RYAN✝️🙏🏾♿ #M1 #FUCCTHESYSTEM

  24. F.... R....

    Number one rule don't hang around snitches

  25. F.... R....

    Slapper this shit knocks good shit

  26. S.... ....

    i feel like I'm watching a Scorsese flick, or looking at a long lost Michelangelo painting listening to this song.

  27. H.... G....

    Number one rule can’t hang around snitches

  28. C.... S....

    bullets jumping out the semi, shells hit the floor, catch him on the backstreet so nobody know, even civilians gotta get kill every witness, number one rule don’t hang with snitches

  29. J.... M....

    Slappin... Es.FORD MV....EAST LA... 323

  30. G.... S....

    "666k views" lit

  31. S.... ....

    its fucked up but this one if the best songs out there

  32. S.... ....

    real young Houston gangster blues much love maxo

    S.... ....

    no matter how close to death i am i can put u on keepin me sane into my transition to a mad man

  33. C.... 4....

    For them boyz that'll handle business

  34. B.... n....

    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."

    [Interlude: Distorted Sample]

    [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)

  35. b.... j....

    Murder story 🔥🔥🔥🔥

  36. P.... ....

    This man told a cold ass story, fuck man what is the industry even fucking with? They need a little kream

  37. P.... O....

    They paintings you make, whoooo!!!!

  38. B.... S....

    Free Jay Loc Swat to tha top Alief Texas checking in Sw Alief Texas

  39. M.... H....

    In the swat everyday its ah fuckin murder 🙊🤧🤷‍♂️🇵🇷

  40. R.... P....

    Kreeaaamm Cliiccc Gaanngg #HoustonTexas

  41. k.... m....

    Fucc yes

  42. i.... c....

    Rip mike rip ty we lost them to a murder

  43. i.... c....

    Fuck a snitch

  44. M.... 1....

    Sav1/2 - You ain't a killa. Some shit dropped by a certified shooter himself. Go peep shit.

  45. O.... M....

    Hail Satan.

  46. X.... X....

    Rip monte Jake Austin Chris

  47. G.... C....

    ay my nigga Maxi Kream just gave a shout out to a fallen legend of the S.U.C. Mr 3-2 lost him to a murder.. I just now started listening to this dude today and ain't disappointed yet..

  48. A.... B....

    Maxo needs to collab with jay idk, Gucci, Vince stapples, and schoolboy 💯

    A.... B....

    Apathy Brute he doesn’t need them niggas

  49. S.... M....

    Lost my homie cam cam to a murder

  50. C.... O....

    Do a song wit - datboi t - - he big he hit one million view. He did one with lil keke houston mexican rapper he fuck with suc and dope house and hatta proof

  51. E.... R....

    Worship the murder, respect the murder, get away with the murder, stay with the murder

  52. T.... S....

    dammmmit i like maxo he better then king lil g my opinion

  53. e.... M....

    Maxxo tha truth cuz loc

  54. P.... ....

    MURDER MURDER

  55. R.... Z....

    Damn the shit went hard

  56. T.... S....

    maxo needa make a music video to this

  57. r.... ....

    Literally, cool story bro but this music is trash as fuck, horrible flow, horrible production

  58. g.... ....

    Shout out to tay k

  59. g.... ....

    Shout out to tay k

  60. M.... B....

    Yall talking about how real this is when maxo and the rest of the kream klicc gang got locked up for shipping packs in the mail everything in this song really happened it's not a story its what went down

    M.... B....

    Mr. Big .

    M.... B....

    Mr. Big them boys hit the news that shit was wild

  61. J.... B....

    Maxo kream the best rapper

  62. L.... L....

    Maxo the underdog

  63. n.... m....

    does anyone else think maxo is like Kevin gates?

    n.... m....

    nick martin only two real ones I seen

    n.... m....

    maxo good asf but kevin is deff the goat if those two got together yall aint even understand the lyrics that would be wrote

    n.... m....

    Maxo better. Kevin garbage.

  64. T.... G....

    R.i.p cuz, Free REPEK.

  65. K.... F....

    only if pimp c was here to do a feature with maxo

  66. h.... h....

    God🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

  67. k.... m....

    best out right now

  68. M.... w....

    isnt this admitting to being an accessory to a crime??

    M.... w....

    Michael S its a past crime i believe. the lyrics are written in past tense.

    M.... w....

    is there statute of limitation on accessory to murder??

  69. M.... M....

    free the homie foulplay they got em on a murder

  70. M.... ....

    I don't consider this trap... this is real story telling music. Keep it up maxo

  71. N.... G....

    By the night cuz had a new nickname

  72. L.... J....

    crip shit

  73. R.... ....

    Holy fuck this is dope af

  74. A.... L....

    his songs are stories

    A.... L....

    You are a story. We all are

  75. H.... H....

    105 Drake dickriders disliked this video

  76. V.... b....

    free fernie doe

  77. A.... M....

    #HotboyShit love this track, real killa shit.

  78. s.... j....

    His voice is deeper in this one. Like the story.

  79. A.... ....

    best hit on the album. next to thirteen.. paranoia.. all this shit fire

  80. A.... ....

    This man is so under-rated. His storytelling, his flow, everything. Even the nuance of when his cuz got caught, his verses are muffled because he's speaking through a jail phone.. I swear this nigga gonna blow up

  81. B.... 5....

    Free my nigga T.4 they got him on a murder O.T.Y
    Free my nigga Mailman fort band got
    him on a murder
    Free all my real niggas mayn Harris county n fort band got us fucked upppp

  82. K.... ....

    g a n g

  83. I.... M....

    too high to hear dis

    I.... M....

    BeFree Style bro listen to thirteen when ur high af ull feel dark af its so good

  84. J.... C....

    "My baby momma set me up my nigga i didnt have a clue, said the lil nigga that i shot was her lil cousin foo" fkin biatch bruh

    J.... C....

    johnny Castro that's tuff

  85. o.... h....

    Straight 🔥

  86. M.... S....

    How Maxo aint blow up yet? You can feel this shit in your heart man, this is real rap. Salute big maxo

  87. h.... m....

    Fukkkkkk I need to hear maxo nd yung simmie make that mix 🙃

    h.... m....

    ugo valdivia YES

  88. K.... O....

    I look up to you

  89. G.... M....

    I said the samething

  90. h.... m....

    fire!!!

  91. L.... D....

    These Nutz
    ;)

  92. T.... L....

    that cheezit commercial was LIT 😂😂😂👌

  93. S.... C....

    FREEE MY NIGGA MAXO KREAM

  94. d.... ....

    Maxo Kream is a trap King.

  95. A.... C....

    Yal don't fw maxo if you don't live were he grew up on forum park

    A.... C....

    true i live ova dere doe

    A.... C....

    Andy Calderon are u fucken stupid just because we dont live there means we can support him

    A.... C....

    lego SWAT

    A.... C....

    Andy Calderon every hood is the same. if it's one thing I learned from my travels it's that. except for chicago. Niggas got military standard weaponry out there. bazookas and all

  96. S.... G....

    Free Maxo they tryna get em on a murder

    S.... G....

    o yea i saw that but he got out

    S.... G....

    Young Boss no he didnt big homie got locked up shit aint the same

    S.... G....

    +Seth Coe he's out

    S.... G....

    Mother fuc n forum cum n up lol

  97. G.... R....

    R.I.P. Syd. i held it down fa ya homie