Letra de TRIPS - Maxo Kream

July 22nd, 1992

Eleven pounds, six ounces

Mom gave birth to Money Du

We did everything together, you did everything I do

Blood brother and I love him

Thuggin' since the age of two

As we got older, hit them corners 'cause the rent was past due

Vacuum sealer for the odor, at school sellin' doja

Takin' trips to California, you're frequent flyin' with United

OG Chronic marijuana buyin', how you end up dyin'

Niggas set my brother up, try to run off with his stuff

They tried to take your pounds, you chased him down and fucked that nigga up

Right jab, uppercut, he hit the ground then y'all start to scuff

On his neck, he felt you was threat, he had the burna tucked

Four-five, pocket rocket, he just bought it but ain't use yet

My brother should've wore a vest

He should've grabbed that pipe before he chased him out the house

Instead he fightin' for his life and he bleedin' out the mouth

Ran up the stairs two flights, then collapsed in front the house

Slammed the door, and woke up Ike, who was sleepin' on the couch

But dude was screamin' out, "They shot me", layin' in a bloody puddle

Tried to rob me, then they popped me, nigga got me for my bundles

Ike was screamin' like, "Who did it, where they at? Just point 'em out"

Can't pick him up 'cause he too heavy, so he set him on the couch

Losin' blood, could barely breathe, Ike screamed, "Somebody help"

He was in the house with ****, ****, came up runnin' the steps

My brother bleedin' on the ground and he ain't even tryna help

He grabbed the pounds and then he left

He ain't tried to save my brother, he was tryna save his self (He was tryna save his self)

Hopped in his car and left the house, Ike performin' CPR

Gave my brother mouth to mouth, police sirens from afar

But feel like time was runnin' out (This shit pathetic)

More than half an hour waitin' on the paramedics

Spent another half an hour answerin' questions for detectives

Fightin', screamin'

Lord, Jesus, someone help him

Gassed when breathin', he so helpless

Barely breathin', now he breathless

We did everything together, you did everything I do

As we got older, hit them corners 'cause the rent was past due

We did everything together, you did everything I do

As we got older, hit them corners 'cause the rent was past due

Takin' trips to California, you're frequent flyin' with United

OG Chronic marijuana buyin', how you end up dyin'

Niggas set my brother up, try to run off with his stuff

They tried to take your pounds, you chased him down and fucked that nigga up

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