Nas Rewind Lyrics
            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 n____
            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 b____
            My caravan doors open up
            I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
            Goin reverse, slowly prepared
            My n____ 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 weed 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 n____s 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 d___
            Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit
            Then got up and put her bra back on her t__s
            Got fully dressed and told me, 'Stressed really I'm'
            Picked up her Gucci bag and left her n____ 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 n____ we gotta kill'
        
            [Message Beep:]
            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.
            [Message Beep:]
            Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace.
        
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