Nas Who Killed It (Prod. Will.I.Am) Lyrics

Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two Face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the aisles
Death by strangulation--microphone cord, a dirty broad
Guess they'll never play it again Sam, d___, that was my jam
Now she's on the lam
She made it out wit' two hundred grand
What a scam!
While these two compete on who's the star of the show
Golden Legs there makes off wit' the dough
I read the paper there wit' 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, transport in any weather
And at this rate we'll never get her
Fellas, think it's time I call it a night
All this talk of this mystery dame is 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 out of place
Joe the Butcher's my ace, but in comes Freckle Face
So I said "see ya later"
Before I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers
He met them in Louisiana wrestlin' gators
An idiot can tell they're involved in the caper
So I pulled the revolver on my waist up
Between a patrol car and the gray truck
Behind the streetlamp was a silhouette
White gloves and a real long cigarette
Whaddaya know? All this time she's got me in the scope
She spoke, says "the devil got you guys by the throat
"Your conspiracy theories won't work wit'out evidence
That's the reason why Eric B. is not President"

Well whaddaya say?
Ya see... ya see... ya see...

Look here see, I Know You Got Soul, you tryna hide it
How'd you kill a man out in Cypress?
One-Eyed Charlie, he only hangs wit' the Criminal Minded
Says you guys did it Doggystyle, is he lyin'?
She says "Walk This Way I'll tell you a Children's Story"
We hit the bodega, got her a few forties
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 c'mon, give it to me straight
Who's your sponsor, lady?" She says "Bill Gates"
"What are you born, '77 or '78?"
She said "nah goes way to an earlier day"
Slave times, claims the slaves said rhymes
But she fell in love wit' 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 Kool Herc"

Ah-ha! Ah-ha!

Listen up sweetheart, now we're gettin' somewhere
As she's talkin', she starts vanishin' 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"

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