Verse 1
Dm
Am
C
Listen up gangstas and honeys
Dm
with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon' and
put it in the air son
Am
C
Dog, whatever they call you,
F
Dm
god, just listen
I spit a story backwards,
it starts at the ending
Verse 2
Dm
C
The bullet goes back in the gun
Dm
The bullet hole's closing
this chest of a nigga
Now he back to square one
Am
C
Screaming, "Shoot don't please"
Em
Dm
I put my fifth back on my hip
It's like a VCR rewinding a hit
C
He put his hands back on his bitch
Dm
My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van
and closed it shut
Am
Dm
C
Going reverse, slowly prepared
F
Dm
My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like,
"Go he there"
C
Sitting in back of this chair,
Dm
we hitting the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt,
the blunt gets bigger in growth
Am
Dm
C
Jungle unrolls it,
Dm
put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
Am
Dm
We listen to Stevie,
C
Dm
it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of AC DC
C
I give my niggas dap,
Dm
jump out the van back first
Back upstairs,
Am
took off the black shirt
Dm
C
I'm in the crib with the
Dm
phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure
out the poem real clear
C
The voice on the phone was like,
Dm
"Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide,
holding my heat
C
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze,
Dm
plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said,
Am
"Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone,
C
Dm
then the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout
this pretty young thing
Am
Dm
C
Who left, she came back,
Dm
her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
Am
I told her, "No hell"
C
Dm
She talking 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head then spit the
nut back in my dick
C
Started sucking with no hands,
Dm
a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her
bra back on her tits
Am
C
Got fully dressed and told me,
Dm
"Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and
left her nigga behind
Am
Dm
Walking through the door,
C
Dm
she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my
Am
glass with juice and ice
C
The clock went back from three,
Dm
to two, to one
And that's about the time
C
the story begun
Am
C
That's when I first heard the
Dm
voice mail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that
Am
nigga we gotta kill"
C
Hey yo son, hey yo son,
Verse 3
you hear me,
Dm
you hear me?
Am
Listen man, this dude right on the block,
C
E
right now, man
Dm
E
Dm
I found him, right now,
I see him right now!
C
Dm
Am
Let's kill him)
C
"Yo, this Nas,
Verse 4
Dm
leave it. Peace"
Outro 1
Am
C
Dm
Am
C
Dm
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