Accident Murderers(Album Version (Explicit)) feat. Rick Ross

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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 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 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