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Nas, Rick Ross - Accident Murderers (Album Version (Edited))

Accident Murderers
Nas, Rick Ross
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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 coming, he ran, when you tried to blast that man,
You 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 standing 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,
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 a accident murderer.

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
We grew up doing graffiti,
Now hollowsheads getting heated,
Seated in foreign cars, constantly getting 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 mob, Bob 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, choppers in back of the limo.
Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodging my clique,
Cut a check, I use your bitch for some bargaining 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]

[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 impressing?
Shooters, I knew them, when they was babies,
I used to test them,
Make 'em throw up they hands, choke 'em out playin' wrestling,
Watch 'em grow to a man,
I see them, now they repping.
But they cold-blooded, homie,
Wondering, where the respect went?
Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas,
Can't hang with these little niggas, they killing, they reckless,
Wish, I could build with him, but will he change really?
Some real killers,
I think of Wayne Perry,
Think of my nigga Drawz,
But you ain't a name to me, you ain't mean to kill him.

[Hook]

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