Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Accident Murderers, artist - Nas. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Accident Murderers |
| 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 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… |
| 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 |
| 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 fuck '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 nigga |
| Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers |
| New Benz, chrome rims off a show killer |
| You niggas accidental shoppers in back of the limo |
| Pay your ties, stay alive, can’t be dodgin’my clique |
| Hundred check, I use your bitch for some bargainin’chips |
| In a hole, sell your home, nigga go sell your soul |
| This forty-five in control, God forgives and I don’t |
| 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 |
| Accident murderer |
| Accident murderer |
| You just an accident murderer |
| 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 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 niggas, gangsta little niggas |
| Can’t hang with these little niggas, 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 nigga draws, what you want a name? |
| Tell me You ain’t mean to kill him, it wasn’t necessary |