Who Killed It? Songtext
von Nas
Who Killed It? Songtext
Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked two-face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation
Microphone cord, a dirty broad
Guess they′ll never play it again Sam, damn that was my jam
Now she's on the lamb
She made it out with 200 grand, what a scam
While these two compete on who′s the star of the show
Golden legs there makes off with the dough
I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher
He says, "One glance is all it took ya, she's a real looker"
They say her old man's a bootlegger
Transporting in any weather
And at this rate we′ll never get her
Fellas, think it′s time to call it a night
All this talk of this mystery dame's gettin′ me tight
Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right
Hate to spoil the party
What are you guys havin', the same?
Waiter another round for the gang
It′s strange how I always felt outta place
Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in comes freckle face
So I said, "See you later"
′Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers
He met them in Louisiana wrestling gators
An idiot can tell they're involved with the caper
So I pulled the revolver on my waist up
Between the patrol car and the gray truck
Behind the streetlamp was a silhouette
White gloves and a real long cigarette
What do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope
She spoke, says, "The devil got you guys by the throat
Your conspiracy theories won′t work without evidence
That′s the reason why Eric B. is not president"
Well, what do ya say?
Ya see?
Ya see?
Ya see?
Look here see, I know you got soul you're trying to hide it
How did you kill a man out in Cypress?
One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs with the criminal minded
Says you guys did it doggy style is he lyin′
She says, "Walk this way, I'll tell you a children′s story"
We hit the bodega got her a few 40's
We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried
Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide
Swallowed it, whole bottle′s half empty
Drinks like a fish, now she's past tipsy
The truth came out as we got to her suave house
Chopped and screwed her mouth and sat me on the couch
I said, "It's gettin′ late, come on, give it to me straight
Who′s ya sponsor lady?" She says, "Bill Gates"
What are ya born '77 or ′78?
She says, "Nah, it goes way to an earlier date
Slave times," claims the slaves said rhymes
But she fell in love with some fella named Clive
Who? "Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave, the Bronx"
Now she shows me the cash
I said, "Who's Clive? Don′t play with me skirt"
She said, "Clive Campbell, he's cool Herc
Ah-ha, ah-ha
Listen up sweetheart, now we gettin′ somewhere
As she's talking, she starts vanishing in thin air
But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died
She said, "If you really love me I'll come back alive"
Hip hop is so fucking dead
Pretty Mike shanked two-face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation
Microphone cord, a dirty broad
Guess they′ll never play it again Sam, damn that was my jam
Now she's on the lamb
She made it out with 200 grand, what a scam
While these two compete on who′s the star of the show
Golden legs there makes off with the dough
I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher
He says, "One glance is all it took ya, she's a real looker"
They say her old man's a bootlegger
Transporting in any weather
And at this rate we′ll never get her
Fellas, think it′s time to call it a night
All this talk of this mystery dame's gettin′ me tight
Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right
Hate to spoil the party
What are you guys havin', the same?
Waiter another round for the gang
It′s strange how I always felt outta place
Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in comes freckle face
So I said, "See you later"
′Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers
He met them in Louisiana wrestling gators
An idiot can tell they're involved with the caper
So I pulled the revolver on my waist up
Between the patrol car and the gray truck
Behind the streetlamp was a silhouette
White gloves and a real long cigarette
What do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope
She spoke, says, "The devil got you guys by the throat
Your conspiracy theories won′t work without evidence
That′s the reason why Eric B. is not president"
Well, what do ya say?
Ya see?
Ya see?
Ya see?
Look here see, I know you got soul you're trying to hide it
How did you kill a man out in Cypress?
One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs with the criminal minded
Says you guys did it doggy style is he lyin′
She says, "Walk this way, I'll tell you a children′s story"
We hit the bodega got her a few 40's
We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried
Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide
Swallowed it, whole bottle′s half empty
Drinks like a fish, now she's past tipsy
The truth came out as we got to her suave house
Chopped and screwed her mouth and sat me on the couch
I said, "It's gettin′ late, come on, give it to me straight
Who′s ya sponsor lady?" She says, "Bill Gates"
What are ya born '77 or ′78?
She says, "Nah, it goes way to an earlier date
Slave times," claims the slaves said rhymes
But she fell in love with some fella named Clive
Who? "Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave, the Bronx"
Now she shows me the cash
I said, "Who's Clive? Don′t play with me skirt"
She said, "Clive Campbell, he's cool Herc
Ah-ha, ah-ha
Listen up sweetheart, now we gettin′ somewhere
As she's talking, she starts vanishing in thin air
But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died
She said, "If you really love me I'll come back alive"
Hip hop is so fucking dead
Writer(s): Salaam Remi, William Adams, Nasir Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
