Trevor An' Them - Murs

Now there’s one in my hood off Pico or some shit

Through the years it’s been the epicenter for a lot of dumb shit

Let me tell you about this one trip to the store

On the early mornin' tip some time 'round four

I was standing by the magazines readin' a Maxim

When I heard a familiar voice to the the counter dude and ask him

To empty out the register (Nah, that can’t be Trevor)

Excuse me, Tiny T-Bone from the neighborhood gang

Who if his head wasn’t screwed on he would lose his brain

He was with two other dudes, never knew their names

I thought great, it was time for me to shake

But as I headed to the door I heard a voice say («Wait!»)

When I turned around, he recognized me and I knew it

I was about to leave, that’s when that nigga blew it

He lifted up his mask and said («Hey Murs, it’s me, Trevor»)

I said «You dumb motherfucker do you use your brain, ever?»

Never mind, I turned around gave the deuce

Walkin' to the car feelin' like Q in Juice

Remember when he went in the bar and Blizzard let him loose?

Anyway here comes this nigga running, big bag of money

He hopped in ride, I said «You God damn dummy

They got yo ass on tape» («But they didn’t see my face»)

«Well they got my car and my fuckin' license plate

Man get the fuck on» («Murs, why you gotta hate?»)

«Hate nor love got shit to do with this

You better run for the fives come through this bitch

You know you got two strikes, you better use them new Nikes

To dodge all them blue lights» He looked and said («You right»)

Then he bolted up the street

Once he left my slight I gave a sigh of relief

But that was right before I peeped, this dumb motherfucker

Left the bag full of money sitting right there on my passenger seat