Nas Rewind Lyrics

Stillmatic Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Stillmatic (The Intro)
  • 2 Ether
  • 3 Got Ur Self A...
  • 4 Smokin'
  • 5 You're da Man
  • 6 Rewind
  • 7 One Mic
  • 8 2nd Childhood
  • 9 Destroy & Rebuild
  • 10 The Flyest
  • 11 Braveheart Party
  • 12 Rule
  • 13 My Country
  • 14 What Goes Around
  • 15 Every Ghetto
    CD 2
  • 1 No Idea's Original
  • 2 U Gotta Love It (Snippet)
  • 3 My Way (Snippet)
  • 4 Make It Last (Snippet)
  • 5 Doo Rags (Snippet)
  • 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 closing this chest of a *****
    Now he back to square one
    Screaming, "Shoot don't please"
    I put my fifth back on my hip
    It's like a VCR rewinding a hit
    He put his hands back on his *****
    My caravan doors open up
    I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
    Going reverse, slowly prepared
    My ***** Jungle utters out something crazy like, "Go he there"
    Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting 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 *****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, holding 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 thinking '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 talking 'bout, "Me kiss"
    Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my ****
    Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit
    Then got up and put her bra back on her ****
    Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
    Picked up her Gucci bag and left her ***** behind
    Walking 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 voice mail on the cell
    It said, "Son we found that ***** we gotta kill"

    Hey yo son, hey 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"

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