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[00:03.35]Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done
[00:05.64]Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son
[00:07.80]Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen
[00:10.36]I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending
[00:12.71]The bullet goes back in the gun
[00:14.47]The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga
[00:16.13]Now he back to square one
[00:17.58]Screaming, "Shoot don't please"
[00:18.82]I put my fifth back on my hip
[00:20.54]It's like a VCR rewinding a hit
[00:22.62]He put his hands back on his bitch
[00:23.91]My caravan doors open up
[00:25.66]I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
[00:27.96]Going reverse, slowly prepared
[00:29.65]My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, "Go he there"
[00:32.11]Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach
[00:34.77]The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
[00:37.62]Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
[00:40.29]The blunt turns back into a cigar
[00:42.33]We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
[00:45.12]I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first
[00:50.17]Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
[00:52.79]I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
[00:55.00]Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
[00:57.31]The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"
[01:00.22]So with my mouth wide, holding my heat
[01:02.52]Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
[01:04.80]'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"
[01:07.59]Hung up the phone, then the phone rang
[01:09.86]I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing
[01:12.66]Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug
[01:15.25]She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
[01:17.21]I told her, "No hell"
[01:18.47]She talking 'bout, "Me kiss"
[01:19.72]Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick
[01:21.92]Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit
[01:24.64]Then got up and put her bra back on her tits
[01:27.04]Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
[01:29.61]Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind
[01:32.15]Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice
[01:34.48]I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
[01:37.23]The clock went back from three, to two, to one
[01:39.96]And that's about the time the story begun
[01:42.15]That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell
[01:44.69]It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill"
[01:47.82]Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?
[01:50.76]Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man
[01:54.07]I found him, right now, I see him right now!
[01:56.25]Let's kill him
[01:58.16]"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace"
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