Murder

[Royce Da 5'9"] I got a phone call Six in the morning, anonymous, that said "Yeah nigga, we got him" and then they hung up Then I looked down at my iPhone At the private number saying "Who the fuck is this" to the dial tone I said fuck it, the next second my phone buzzes My nigga's wife said nigga's just ran up on cousin What niggas? She said it was some rappers from Ohio That been out here known for banana bone thugging Ran up on him and did what then? She said they stomped him at the club then pandemonium erupted (Murder) [Royce Da 5'9"] Going through my mind, is she telling me shots was fired Them Ohio nigga's is rock supplying Heated, stop answering, start spending them niggas calls Every time he went to see him he went in them rented cars So it was even harder to find him so they figured They'd go to the D tomorrow and surprise him Did they kill him? "Nah, they only shot a couple times Heard they was hitting walls." The nerve of these niggas' balls Who was he with? "He was with Tre" He in the hospital too? "Nah." Needless to say, call you back I called up Tre, Tre answered, I said Hey man, keep it real fam, why the fuck you still standing? He said, "Nickel I'm a killer, not a fighter So I got up out the way because my weight's a lot lighter Them niggas was big so I slid but I promise on my kids We can get them, I know where them niggas is" Where them niggas at then? I heard what their crew do Real niggas, if y'all was in my shoes what would you do? [Woman singing] You going murder [Royce Da 5'9"] Jumped up, pumped up, feeling like Manson Malvo Groucho My bitch staring out me, I'm out though I ain't visting cuz in the hospital Till I got at least one of them nigga's chain in my hand like Alpo Car headed to where Tre at Eject the BI to put in T.I., skip to (ASAP) He off of the freeway in the projects I hit the exit without blinking to thinking in the process Tre come running out with a fully on some hot shit I'm like weapons ain't a thing, killing is the object What was you doing when they was kicking all on my fam? He said, "Nickel, we about to get them niggas, goddamn Why you got to be so obnoxious?" What? Just tell me where them niggas at before I take your ass hostage He said "Alright. Around six around five Of them niggas was riding around here in a maroon Crown Vic" I said alright, pulled out of the lot and made right You in the car that fit the description, say goodnight You got to pay the price Tre said, "There they go in the alley Sitting in the car they probably blazing right And they can't see us cause we behind them" This ain't the time "But what if this our only opportunity to find them" I said you right, pulled into the alley and seen two people in front of them niggas' car taking out garbage I said wait till these people finish, they innocent Soon as they go back in their cribs we going to finish it No sooner than a second after Tre jumps out of the passenger side blasting Past them niggas we here to kill, hitting them innocent bystanders Tearing their trash up Our enemies jumped out of their car waving badges They all shooting at me, nobody blazing at him This ain't adding up Car in reverse, now I'm mashing, leaving Tre behind Even though it's some questions that I got to ask him [Woman singing] Murder [Royce Da 5'9"] Burning rubber away from there in a bullet riddled car Trying to piece this shit together, hitting the boulevard If them niggas is the police, what the fuck is Tre? He ain't dead or in jail by now then he the other way Snitch or pig, I got to talk to my cousin That nigga setting me up then I'm a lift his lid That nigga know how hostile my reactions I call and try to find out what hospital he at then Every nigga pickup just laugh when I ask Have you heard about cuz getting smashed maybe I'm the ass then Head hurting like a motherfucker, looking for a gas station Now a nigga need a fucking aspirin I hear a familiar ringtone from my phone It's my bitch texting me telling me don't come home I'm thinking damn should I text back, why me My phone starts ringing it's Tre on the ID He said, "Them niggas tried to get me but I slid" He want to tell me in person, meet me at my crib I said nigga please I threw the phone out the window rolled over it crushed it into a million pieces I hit the blinker quick then hit the highway If I'm a be a target y'all know I'm a do it my way After I rolled for a few hours I'd say I was tired after I got out of the tri-state Can't help but feel like another lame exposed Pulling up to an old telly in the rain and cold