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Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done

Pull up a chair hon` and put it in the air son

Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen

I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending



The bullet goes back in the gun

The bullet hole`s closin this chest of a nigga

Now he back to square one

Screamin, "Shoot don`t please"

I put my fifth back on my hip

It`s like a VCR rewindin a hit

He put his hands back on his bitch

My caravan doors open up

I jumped back in the van and closed it shut

Goin reverse, slowly prepared

My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he there"

Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach

The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth

Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar

The blunt turns back into a cigar

We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans

Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC

I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first

Back upstairs, took off the black shirt

I`m in the crib with the phone to my ear

Listen up so y`all can figure out the poem real clear

The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"

So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat

Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya

`Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"

Hung up the phone, then the phone rang

I`m laid in the bed thinkin `bout this pretty young thing

Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug

She fell to my bed and gave me a hug

I told her, "No hell"

She talkin `bout, "Me kiss"

Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick

Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit

Then got up and put her bra back on her tits

Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I`m"

Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind

Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice

I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice

The clock went back from three, to two, to one

And that`s about the time the story begun

That`s when I first heard the voicemail on the cell

It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill"

[Message Beep]

Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear me?

Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man

I found him, right now, I see him right now!

Let`s kill him)

[Message Beep]

"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace"

Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done

Pull up a chair hon` and put it in the air son

Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen

I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending



The bullet goes back in the gun

The bullet hole`s closin this chest of a nigga

Now he back to square one

Screamin, "Shoot don`t please"

I put my fifth back on my hip

It`s like a VCR rewindin a hit

He put his hands back on his bitch

My caravan doors open up

I jumped back in the van and closed it shut

Goin reverse, slowly prepared

My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he there"

Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach

The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth

Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar

The blunt turns back into a cigar

We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans

Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC

I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first

Back upstairs, took off the black shirt

I`m in the crib with the phone to my ear

Listen up so y`all can figure out the poem real clear

The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"

So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat

Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya

`Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"

Hung up the phone, then the phone rang

I`m laid in the bed thinkin `bout this pretty young thing

Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug

She fell to my bed and gave me a hug

I told her, "No hell"

She talkin `bout, "Me kiss"

Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick

Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit

Then got up and put her bra back on her tits

Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I`m"

Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind

Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice

I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice

The clock went back from three, to two, to one

And that`s about the time the story begun

That`s when I first heard the voicemail on the cell

It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill"

[Message Beep]

Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear me?

Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man

I found him, right now, I see him right now!

Let`s kill him)

[Message Beep]

"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace"

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