Accident Murderers

[Produced by No I.D.] [Verse 1: Nas] 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 [Chorus: Nas] 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 them, read the bulletin Accident murderer You just an accident murderer [Verse 2: Rick Ross] We grew up doing graffiti, now hollow heads getting heated Seated in foreign cars, constantly getting weeded Proceeded to count profits, 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 Marl'ing all through the night Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war Snatch a TEC off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah (Ha) Memoirs of a rich nigga (Woo) Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers (Woo) New Benz, chrome rims are for show, killer (Woo) 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 [Chorus: Nas, Rick Ross, Nas & Rick Ross] Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose (Huh) Liars brag, you put work in You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin (Uh) Streets are full of 'em, read the bulletin (Huh) Accident murderer You just an accident murderer [Bridge: Nas] Accident murderer Accident murderer, you just an accident murderer [Verse 3: Nas] Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit up Vodka spills on the concrete, light a Swisher, 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, and 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 and 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 want a name, tell me You ain't mean to kill him, it wasn't necessary [Chorus: Nas] Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose (Uh) Liars brag, you put work in (Uh) You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin (Uh) Streets are full of 'em, read the bulletin (Uh) 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 [Outro: Nas] Accident murderer You just an accident murderer Accident murderer You just an accident murderer