Nas - Accident Murderers Lyrics
[Featuring: Rick Ross][Verse 1: Nas]You *****ed backYou thought you had it planned, you thought you had your manHe saw you comin', he ran when you tried to blast that manYou missed him by inches, he sprintedSome of his boys on the corner was who your bullets enteredTwo of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finishedYou took the life of himThe part about it that's crazy, you was aiight with himTight 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 reclusiveGood dude, got that look like he always about to do shitSide of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow raisedGot into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out daysThey never had no probsSomehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad massageThese two different personalities had to collideNiggas could not aim and innocent niggas diedYou ask why, cause of a[Hook- Nas]Accident murderer, act like you killed on purposeLiars brag, you put work inYou ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virginStreets are full of them, read the bulletinAccident murdererYou just a accident murderer[Verse 2: Rick Ross]We grew up doin' graffitiNow hollows is gettin' heatedSeated in foreign cars, constantly gettin' weededProceeded to count profits, I know they got on binocularsBut ***** 'em all, we ballin' 'til they come lock us upTwenty to life, I'm clubbin' blowin' twenty tonightWe the Marlboro, Marley Marlin' all through the nightAddicted to wealth, never cold turkey to warSnatch a tec off the shelf, live forever that's Insh'AllahMemoirs of a rich niggaSweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealersNew Benz, chrome rims are for show, killerYou niggas accidental shoppers in back of the limoPay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodgin' my cliqueHundred check, I use your ***** for some bargainin' chipsIn a hole, sell your home nigga don't sell your soulThis forty-five in control, God forgives and I don't[Hook][Bridge: Nas]Accident murderer, accident murdererYou just an accident murderer[Verse 3: Nas]Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit upVodka spills on the concrete, light a swisha, we miss yaAnd for that girl who never made it home, shot in the domeHow they gon' kill that beautiful sista?Violent adolescents, homicidal with weaponsNot 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 themMake '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 wentCan't play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggasCan't hang with these little niggas, they killin', they recklessWish I could build with him, but will he change really?Some real killers, I think of Wayne PerryFake 'til my nigga draws, what you want a name? Tell meYou ain't mean to kill him, it wasn't necessary[Hook]
