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[Verse 1]
[Dm]List[Am]en up ga[C]ngstas and honeys
with ya [Dm]hair done
Pull up a chair hon' and
put it in the air son
[Am]Dog, whate[C]ver they call you,
[F]god, just [Dm]listen
I spit a story backwards,
it starts at the ending

[Verse 2]
The bullet [Dm]goes [C]back in the gun
[Dm]The bullet hole's closing
this chest of a nigga
Now he back to square one
[Am]Screaming, "Shoot don't [C]please"
I [Em]put my fifth b[Dm]ack on my hip
It's like a VCR rewinding a hit
He put his hand[C]s back on his bitch
My caravan [Dm]doors open up
I jumped back in the van
and closed it shut
Going [Am]reverse, [Dm]slowl[C]y prepared
My [F]nigga [Dm]Jungle utters out something crazy like,
"Go he there"
Sitting in back of this [C]chair,
we hitting [Dm]the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt,
the blunt gets bigger in growth
[Am]Jung[Dm]le unrolls[C] it,
put his weed [Dm]back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
We [Am]listen [Dm]to Stevie,
[C]it sounded like heavy met[Dm]al fans
Spinnin records backwards of AC DC
I give my niggas [C]dap,
jump out the van [Dm]back first
Back upstairs,
took off the black [Am]shirt
[Dm]I'm in the c[C]rib with the
phone to my [Dm]ear
Listen up so y'all can figure
out the poem real clear
The voice on the [C]phone was like,
"Outside [Dm]right we"
So with my mouth wide,
holding my heat
Bullets I had [C]plenty to squeeze,
[Dm]plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said,
"Block your on enemies [Am]the"
Hung up the phone,
[C]then the phone [Dm]rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout
this pretty young thing
[Am]Who left, she [Dm]came b[C]ack,
her clothes just [Dm]fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
I told her[Am], "No hell"
[C]She talking 'bout, "Me kis[Dm]s"
Bobbed her head then spit the
nut back in my dick
Started sucking [C]with no hands,
a whole lotta [Dm]spit
Then got up and put her
bra back on her tits
[Am]Got fully dres[C]sed and told me,
"Stressed [Dm]really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and
left her nigga behind
Walking [Am]through the [Dm]door,
[C]she rang the bell twi[Dm]ce
I vomited Vodka back in my
glass with juice and [Am]ice
The clock went [C]back from three,
to [Dm]two, to one
And that's about the time
the story [C]begun
That's [Am]when I [C]first heard the
voice mail on the [Dm]cell
It said, "Son we found that
nigga we gotta [Am]kill"
[C]Hey yo son, hey yo son,

[Verse 3]
you hear me,
[Dm]you hear me?
Listen man, this dude right [Am]on the block,
[C]right now, [E]man
I [Dm]found him, [E]right [Dm]now,
I see him right now!
Let's [C]kill [Dm]him)[Am]
"Yo, [C]this Nas,

[Verse 4]
[Dm]leave it. Peace"

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