[00:00.00] 作词 : Rick Rubin/Nasir Jones/Lillian Armstrong/Paul Mitchell
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Rick Rubin/Nasir Jones/Lillian Armstrong/Paul Mitchell
[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 *****
[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 *****
[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 ***** 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 **** 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 ****** 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 ****
[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 ***** 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 ***** 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"
[01:59.53]

作词 : Rick Rubin/Nasir Jones/Lillian Armstrong/Paul Mitchell
作曲 : Rick Rubin/Nasir Jones/Lillian Armstrong/Paul Mitchell
Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son
Dog' whatever they call you' god' just listen
I spit a story backwards' it starts at the ending
The bullet goes back in the gun
The bullet hole's closin this chest of a *****
Now he back to square one
Screamin' "Shoot don't please"
I put my fifth back on my hip
It's like a VCR rewindin a hit
He put his hands back on his *****
My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
Goin reverse' slowly prepared
My ***** Jungle utters out somethin crazy like' "Go he there"
Sittin in back of this chair' we hittin the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt' the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it' put his **** back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie' it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC
I give my ****** dap' jump out the van back first
Back upstairs' took off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like' "Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide' holdin my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze' plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said' "Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone' then the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left' she came back' her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
I told her' "No hell"
She talkin 'bout' "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my ****
Started suckin with no hands' a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her tits
Got fully dressed and told me' "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and left her ***** behind
Walkin through the door' she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went back from three' to two' to one
And that's about the time the story begun
That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell
It said' "Son we found that ***** we gotta kill"
Ay yo son' ay yo son' you hear me' you hear me?
Listen man' this dude right on the block' right now' man
I found him' right now' I see him right now!
Let's kill him）
"Yo' this Nas' leave it. Peace"