歌曲下载：Accident Murderers

[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 aight 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 sh-t
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
These two different personalities had to collide
N-ggas could not aim and innocent n-ggas died
You ask why, cause of a…

[Hook]
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

[Rick Ross]
We grew up doin’ graffiti
Now hollows heads gettin’ heated
Seated in foreign cars, constantly gettin’ weeded
Proceeded to count profits, I know they got on binoculars
But f-ck ‘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 tech off the shelf, live forever that’s Insha’Allah
Memoirs of a rich n-gga
Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers
New Benz, chrome rims off a show killer
You n-ggas accidental shoppers in back of the limo
Pay your ties, stay alive, can’t be dodgin’ my clique
Hundred check, I use your b-tch for some bargainin’ chips
In a hole, sell your home, n-gga go sell your soul
This forty-five in control, God forgives and I don’t

[Nas]
Accident murderer
You just an accident murderer

[Nas]
Yo, for my n-gga 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’ in 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 n-ggas, gangsta little n-ggas
Can’t hang with these little n-ggas, 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 n-gga draws, what you want a name Tell me
You ain’t mean to kill him, it wasn’t necessary

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