Rick Ross - Accident Murderers lyrics

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Rick Ross - Accident Murderers lyrics

[Produced by No I.D.] [Verse 1: Nas] You co*ked 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 sh** 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 ma**age These two different personalities had to collide n***as could not aim and innocent n***as died You ask why, cause of a [Hook: Nas] Accident murderer, act like you k**ed on purpose Liars brag, you put work in You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin Streets are full of em, read the bulletin Accident murderer You just an accident murderer [Verse 2: Rick Ross] We grew up doing graffiti, now hollow heads getting heated Seated in foreign cars, constantly getting weeded Proceeded to count profits, I know they got on binoculars But f** em all, we balling 'til they come lock us up 20 to life; I'm clubbing, blowing 20 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 n***a Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers New Benz, chrome rims are for show, k**er You n***as accidental, shoppers in back of the limo Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodging my clique Cut a check; I use your b**h for some bargaining chips In a hole, sell your home, n***a go 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 n***a that got k**ed, 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' k** that beautiful sista? Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I'm guessing 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 playing 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 n***as, gangsta little n***as Can't hang with these little n***as, they're k**ing, they're reckless Wish I could build with him, but will he change really? Some real k**ers, I think of Wayne Perry Think of my n***a Drawz, but you aren't a name to me You ain't mean to k** him, it wasn't necessary [Hook]