Accident Murderers Lyrics - Nas

You cocked back 

You thought you had it planned, you thought you had your man 

He saw you comin', he ran when you tried to blast that man 

You 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 aiight with him 

Tight with him, why was he in the way? 

Why was he standin' 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 

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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 a accident murderer 

We grew up doin' graffiti 

Now hollows is gettin' heated 

Seated in foreign cars, constantly gettin' weeded 

Proceeded to count profits, I know they got on binoculars 

But fuck 'em all, we ballin' 'til they come lock us up 

Twenty to life, I'm clubbin' blowin' twenty tonight 

We the Marlboro, 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 suits, 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 dodgin' my clique 

Hundred check, I use your bitch for some bargainin' chips 

In a hole, sell your home nigga don't sell your soul 

This forty-five in control, God forgives and I don't 

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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 a 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 sista? 

Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons 

Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I'm guessin' 

Tell me who you impressin'? 

Shooters I knew them when they was babies, I used to test them 

Make 'em throw up they hands, choke 'em out playin' wrestlin' 

Watch 'em grow to a man, I see them now they reppin' 

But they cold-blooded, homie, wonderin' where the respect went 

Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas 

Can't hang with these little niggas, they killin', they reckless 

Wish I could build with him, but will he change really? 

Some real killers, I think of Wayne Perry 

Fake 'til my nigga draws, what you want a name? Tell 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 them, read the bulletin 

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 a accident murderer 

Accident murderer 

You just a accident murderer 

Accident murderer 

You just a accident murderer