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Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done<br />Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son<br />Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen<br />I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending<br /><br />The bullet goes back in the gun<br />The bullet hole's closin this chest of a nigga<br />Now he back to square one<br />Screamin, 'Shoot don't please'<br />I put my fifth back on my hip<br />It's like a VCR rewindin a hit<br />He put his hands back on his bitch<br />My caravan doors open up<br />I jumped back in the van and closed it shut<br />Goin reverse, slowly prepared<br />My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, 'Go he there'<br />Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach<br />The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth<br />Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar<br />The blunt turns back into a cigar<br />We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans<br />Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC<br />I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first<br />Back upstairs, took off the black shirt<br />I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear<br />Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear<br />The voice on the phone was like, 'Outside right we'<br />So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat<br />Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya<br />'Cause Jungle said, 'Block your on enemies the'<br />Hung up the phone, then the phone rang <br />I'm laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing<br />Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug<br />She fell to my bed and gave me a hug<br />I told her, 'No hell'<br />She talkin 'bout, 'Me kiss'<br />Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick<br />Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit<br />Then got up and put her bra back on her tits<br />Got fully dressed and told me, 'Stressed really I'm'<br />Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind<br />Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice<br />I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice<br />The clock went back from three, to two, to one<br />And that's about the time the story begun<br />That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell<br />It said, 'Son we found that nigga we gotta kill'<br /><br />[Message Beep:]<br />Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear me?<br />Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man<br />I found him, right now, I see him right now!<br />Let's kill him.<br />[Message Beep:]<br />Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace.
Letra nueva de la canción
Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done<br />Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son<br />Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen<br />I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending<br /><br />The bullet goes back in the gun<br />The bullet hole's closin this chest of a nigga<br />Now he back to square one<br />Screamin, 'Shoot don't please'<br />I put my fifth back on my hip<br />It's like a VCR rewindin a hit<br />He put his hands back on his bitch<br />My caravan doors open up<br />I jumped back in the van and closed it shut<br />Goin reverse, slowly prepared<br />My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, 'Go he there'<br />Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach<br />The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth<br />Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar<br />The blunt turns back into a cigar<br />We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans<br />Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC<br />I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first<br />Back upstairs, took off the black shirt<br />I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear<br />Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear<br />The voice on the phone was like, 'Outside right we'<br />So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat<br />Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya<br />'Cause Jungle said, 'Block your on enemies the'<br />Hung up the phone, then the phone rang <br />I'm laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing<br />Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug<br />She fell to my bed and gave me a hug<br />I told her, 'No hell'<br />She talkin 'bout, 'Me kiss'<br />Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick<br />Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit<br />Then got up and put her bra back on her tits<br />Got fully dressed and told me, 'Stressed really I'm'<br />Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind<br />Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice<br />I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice<br />The clock went back from three, to two, to one<br />And that's about the time the story begun<br />That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell<br />It said, 'Son we found that nigga we gotta kill'<br /><br />[Message Beep:]<br />Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear me?<br />Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man<br />I found him, right now, I see him right now!<br />Let's kill him.<br />[Message Beep:]<br />Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace.
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