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Nas - Accident Murderers (fеаt. Rick Ross)

17 июля 2012 г. Просмотров: 1675 RSS
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[Verse 1: Nas]

You cocked back

You thought you had it planned, you thought you had your man

He saw you comin', he ran when you tried to blast that man

Missed him by inches, he sprinted

Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered

Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished

You took the life of him

The part about it that's crazy, you was aiight with him

Tight with him, why was he in the way?

Why was he standin' next to the enemy that specific day?

His style never hollas loud, stays reclusive

Good dude, got that look like he always about to do shit

Side of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow raised

Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days

They never had no probs

Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad massage

But these two different personalities had to collide

Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas died

You ask why, cause of a


[Hook - Nas ]

Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose

Liars brag, you put work in

You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin

Streets are full of them, read the bulletin

Accident murderer, you just an accident murderer


[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

We grew up doin' graffiti

Now hollows is gettin' heated

Seated in foreign cars, constantly gettin' weeded

Proceeded to count profits, I know they got on binoculars

But fuck 'em all, we ballin' 'til they come lock us up

Twenty to life, I'm clubbin' blowin' twenty tonight

We the Marlboro, Marley Marlin' all through the night

Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war

Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever that's Insh'Allah

Memoirs of a rich nigga

Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers

New Benz, chrome rims are for show, killer

You niggas accidental shoppers in back of the limo

Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodgin' my clique

Hundred check, I use your bitch for some bargainin' chips

In a hole, sell your home nigga don't sell your soul

This forty-five in control, God forgives and I don't


[Hook - Nas ]

Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose

Liars brag, you put work in

You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin

Streets are full of them, read the bulletin

Accident murderer, you just an accident murderer


[Bridge: Nas]

Accident murderer, accident murderer

You just an accident murderer


[Verse 3: Nas]

Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit up

Vodka spills on the concrete, light a swisha, we miss ya

And for that girl who never made it home, shot in the dome

How they gon' kill that beautiful sista?

Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons

Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I'm guessin'

Tell me who you impressin'?

Shooters I knew them when they was babies, I used to test them

Make 'em throw up they hands, choke 'em out playin' wrestlin'

Watch 'em grow to a man, I see them now they reppin'

But they cold-blooded, homie, wonderin' where the respect went

Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas

Can't hang with these little niggas, they killin', they reckless

Wish I could build with him, but will he change really?

Some real killers, I think of Wayne Perry

Fake 'til my nigga draws, what you want a name? Tell me

You ain't mean to kill him, it wasn't necessary


[Hook - Nas ]

Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose

Liars brag, you put work in

You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin

Streets are full of them, read the bulletin

Accident murderer, you just an accident murderer


Accident murderer, you just an accident murderer

Accident murderer, you just an accident murderer


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