[00:02.81]Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done
[00:05.25]Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son
[00:07.67]Dog' whatever they call you' god' just listen
[00:09.95]I spit a story backwards' it starts at the ending
[00:12.79]The bullet goes back in the gun
[00:14.16]The bullet hole's closin this chest of a nigga
[00:16.18]Now he back to square one
[00:17.07]Screamin' "Shoot don't please"
[00:18.41]I put my fifth back on my hip
[00:20.06]It's like a VCR rewindin a hit
[00:21.96]He put his hands back on his bitch
[00:23.54]My caravan doors open up
[00:25.14]I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
[00:27.07]Goin reverse' slowly prepared
[00:28.90]My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like' "Go he there"
[00:31.78]Sittin in back of this chair' we hittin the roach
[00:34.27]The smoke goes back in the blunt' the blunt gets bigger in growth
[00:37.34]Jungle unrolls it' put his weed back in the jar
[00:40.02]The blunt turns back into a cigar
[00:41.90]We listen to Stevie' it sounded like heavy metal fans
[00:44.79]Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC
[00:47.02]I give my niggas dap' jump out the van back first
[00:49.38]Back upstairs' took off the black shirt
[00:52.20]I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
[00:54.10]Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
[00:56.81]The voice on the phone was like' "Outside right we"
[00:59.27]So with my mouth wide' holdin my heat
[01:01.58]Bullets I had plenty to squeeze' plenty for ya
[01:04.20]'Cause Jungle said' "Block your on enemies the"
[01:06.44]Hung up the phone' then the phone rang
[01:09.14]I'm laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing
[01:11.66]Who left' she came back' her clothes just fell to the rug
[01:14.46]She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
[01:16.33]I told her' "No hell"
[01:17.57]She talkin 'bout' "Me kiss"
[01:18.86]Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick
[01:21.40]Started suckin with no hands' a whole lotta spit
[01:24.09]Then got up and put her bra back on her tits
[01:26.84]Got fully dressed and told me' "Stressed really I'm"
[01:29.83]Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind
[01:31.42]Walkin through the door' she rang the bell twice
[01:33.81]I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
[01:36.50]The clock went back from three' to two' to one
[01:39.01]And that's about the time the story begun
[01:41.26]That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell
[01:43.78]It said' "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill"
[01:47.69]Ay yo son' ay yo son' you hear me' you hear me?
[01:50.22]Listen man' this dude right on the block' right now' man
[01:53.42]I found him' right now' I see him right now!
[01:55.82]Let's kill him）
[01:57.68]"Yo' this Nas' leave it. Peace"
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