Nas, Rick Ross - Accident Murderers lyrics

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
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

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 'em, read the bulletin
Accident murderer
You just an accident murderer

We grew up doing graffiti
Now hollow heads getting heated
Seated in foreign cars
Constantly getting weeded
Proceeded to count profit's
I know they got on binoculars
But fuck 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 nigga
Sweat suit's, gold chains, old drug dealers
New Benz, chrome rims are for show, killer
You niggas accidental
Shoppers 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 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 'em, 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 sister?
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 niggas
Gangsta little niggas
Can't hang with these little
Niggas, they're killing, they're 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 aren't a name to me
You ain't mean to kill him
It wasn't necessary

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 em, read the bulletin
Accident murderer
You just an accident murderer