[Produced by No I.D.]
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[Verse 1: Nas]
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You cocked back
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You thought you had it planned, you thought you had your man
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He saw you coming, he ran when you tried to blast that man
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Missed him by inches, he sprinted
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Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
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Two of em pull through, but one didnt, sons finished
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You took the life of him
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The part about it thats crazy, you was aight with him
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Tight with him, why was he in the way?
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Why was he standing next to the enemy that specific day?
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His style never hollas loud, stays reclusive
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Good dude, got that look like he always about to do shit
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Side of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow raised
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Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
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They never had no probs
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Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad massage
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These two different personalities had to collide
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Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas died
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You ask why, cause of a
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[Chorus: Nas]
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Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose
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Liars brag, you put work in
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You aint mean to murk him, your guns a virgin
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Streets are full of em, read the bulletin
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Accident murderer
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You just an accident murderer
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[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
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We grew up doing graffiti, now hollow heads getting heated
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Seated in foreign cars, constantly getting weeded
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Proceeded to count profits, I know they got on binoculars
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But fuck em all, we balling til they come lock us up
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20 to life; Im clubbing, blowing 20 tonight
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We the mob, Bob Marley Marlin all through the night
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Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
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Snatch a TEC off the shelf, live forever; thats InshAllah (Ha)
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Memoirs of a rich nigga (Woo)
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Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers (Woo)
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New Benz, chrome rims are for show, killer (Woo)
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You niggas accidental, shoppers in back of the limo
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Pay your tithes, stay alive, cant be dodging my clique
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Cut a check; I use your bitch for some bargaining chips
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In a hole, sell your home, nigga, go sell your soul
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This forty-five in control, God forgives and I dont
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[Chorus: Nas, Rick Ross, Nas & Rick Ross]
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Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose (Huh)
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Liars brag, you put work in
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You aint mean to murk him, your guns a virgin (Uh)
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Streets are full of em, read the bulletin (Huh)
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Accident murderer
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You just an accident murderer
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[Bridge: Nas]
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Accident murderer
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Accident murderer, you just an accident murderer
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[Verse 3: Nas]
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Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit up
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Vodka spills on the concrete, light a swisha, we miss ya
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And for that girl who never made it home, shot in the dome
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How they gon kill that beautiful sister?
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Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons
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Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, and Im guessing
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Tell me who you impressing
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Shooters, I knew them when they was babies, I used to test them
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Make em throw up they hands, choke em out playing and wrestling
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Watch em grow to a man, I see them, now they repping
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But they cold-blooded, homie, wondering where the respect went
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Cant play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas
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Cant hang with these little niggas, theyre killing, theyre reckless
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Wish I could build with him, but will he change, really?
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Some real killers, I think of Wayne Perry
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Think of my nigga Drawz, but you want a name, tell me
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You aint mean to kill him, it wasnt necessary
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[Chorus: Nas]
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Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose (Uh)
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Liars brag, you put work in (Uh)
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You aint mean to murk him, your guns a virgin (Uh)
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Streets are full of em, read the bulletin (Uh)
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Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose
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Liars brag, you put work in
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You aint mean to murk him, your guns a virgin
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Streets are full of em, read the bulletin
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Accident murderer
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You just an accident murderer
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[Outro: Nas]
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Accident murderer
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You just an accident murderer
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Accident murderer
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You just an accident murderer
