Rewind Lyrics - Stillmatic - Nas

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 

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The bullet goes back in the gun 

The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga 

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 bitch 

My caravan doors open up 

I jumped back in the van and closed it shut 

Going reverse, slowly prepared 

My nigga 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 niggas 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 dick 

Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit 

Then got up and put her bra back on her tits 

Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm" 

Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga 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 nigga we gotta kill" 

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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"