Accident Murderers
Rick Ross Lyrics

You cocked back
You prepared to fire your gun

You thought you had it planned
You believed you had the situation under control

You thought you had your man
You believed you had identified and targeted the right person

He saw you coming, he ran when you tried to blast that man
The intended victim noticed your approach, ran away and avoided your attack

You missed him by inches, he sprinted
The intended victim narrowly escaped the attack and ran away as fast as he could

Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Your bullets hit some innocent bystanders standing nearby, who were friends of the intended victim

Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
Two of the innocent bystanders survived but unfortunately, one of them died

You took the life of him
You are responsible for the death of one of the innocent bystanders

The part about it that's crazy, you was aight with him
What's strange is that you and the victim were actually friends before this incident

Tight with him, why was he in the way
You and the victim were close, so why did he end up getting in the crossfire?

Why was he standing next to the enemy that specific day
What made the victim be in close proximity to the intended target on that specific day?

His style never hollas loud, stays reclusive
The victim was quiet and kept to himself most of the time

Good dude, got that look like he always about to do shit
The victim appeared to be a good person, but you could sense he was always up to something

Side of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow raised
The victim had a distinctive physical appearance - always chewing on a toothpick and raising one eyebrow

Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
The victim had a disagreement with someone who was still living a reckless lifestyle

They never had no probs
You and the victim never had any issues before this incident

Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad massage
For some reason, you and the victim started to have some tension between you

These two different personalities had to collide
Your personalities clashed and ultimately resulted in this tragic event

Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas died
The shooters had poor aim and ended up hitting innocent people instead of their intended target

Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose
Despite being an accidental killer, you act like it was your intention to kill

Liars brag, you put work in
People who are lying boast about their actions, but in reality, you did not mean to kill anyone

You ain't mean to murk him
Your intention was not to kill anyone

Your gun's a virgin
Your gun has never been used before

Streets are full of em
There are many accidental killers in the streets

Read the bulletin
Pay attention to the news and reports of crimes that happen in the area

We grew up doing graffiti
You and your friends have a history of engaging in harmless vandalism

Now hollow heads getting heated
Now you and your friends have access to more dangerous weapons and your actions are escalating

Seated in foreign cars, constantly getting weeded
You and your friends are now more sophisticated and have access to luxury cars, and are always smoking marijuana

Proceeded to count profits
You are now making money through illegal activities

I know they got on binoculars
You are aware that law enforcement is closely watching your moves

But fuck em all, we balling til they come lock us up
You are willing to continue with your illegal activities until you get caught

Twenty to life; I'm clubbing, blowing twenty tonight
Even if you end up getting a long prison sentence, you will still party and spend money when you can

We the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the night
You see yourselves as a powerful group of people who can do whatever they want without consequences

Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
You will never willingly give up on making money through illegal means, even if it means going to war or getting into trouble with the law

Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah
You will take any weapon available to you and believe that you will never die, unless it is God's will

Memoirs of a rich nigga;
You expect to live a life of luxury and have stories to tell about it in the future

Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers
Your attire and accessories are an indication of your wealth, and you are surrounded by older drug dealers

New Benz, chrome rims are for show, killer
Your expensive car and shiny rims are just to show off your wealth and status

You niggas accidental, shoppers in back of the limo
You and your friends are accidental killers, just passively riding in the back of the limo when the shooting happened

Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodging my clique
You must pay tribute to the group in order to stay alive and not become a target

Cut a check; I use your bitch for some bargaining chips
You use your connections with women to gain advantages and control over others

In a hole, sell your home, nigga go sell your soul
If you find yourself in trouble or need to get out of a jam, you must be willing to give up everything, even your soul

This forty-five in control
You are in control of the situation because of your weapon

God forgives and I don't
You have no intention of forgiving anyone who crosses you or stands in your way, and will only seek revenge

Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit up
You are speaking to someone who lost a friend to violence

Vodka spills on the concrete
You are drinking and pouring out alcohol in memory of the deceased

Light a swisha, we miss ya
You are smoking weed in memory of your friend

And for that girl who never made it home, shot in the dome
You are also mourning the loss of someone who was innocent and did not deserve to be killed

How they gon' kill that beautiful sista
You question why someone would take the life of such a wonderful person

Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons
There are too many young people carrying weapons and willing to kill

Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I'm guessing
These young killers do not have the mental capacity or education to make better choices

Tell me who you impressing
You question who these young killers are trying to prove themselves to

Shooters I knew them when they was babies
You knew these young killers when they were still children

I used to test them
You would challenge these young killers to see how far they were willing to go

Make em throw up they hands, choke em out playing wrestling
You would wrestle and roughhouse with these young killers to toughen them up

Watch em grow to a man
You have watched these young killers grow up and become adult killers

I see them now they repping
You see these young killers now representing their gangs or crews

But they cold-blooded, homie
You know these young killers are heartless and without mercy

Wondering where the respect went
You ponder why there is no longer any respect for human life or decency

Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas
You cannot underestimate or play games with these young killers

Can't hang with these little niggas, they killing, they reckless
You cannot associate with these young killers because they are dangerous and unpredictable

Wish I could build with him, but will he change really
You wish you could connect with these young killers and make them see the error of their ways

Some real killers
You recognize that these young killers are the real deal and should not be underestimated

I think of Wayne Perry
You remember a notorious killer named Wayne Perry who was known for his ruthlessness

Think of my nigga Drawz
You also remember a friend of yours who was killed in a senseless act of violence

But you aren't a name to me you ain't mean to kill him
You address the shooter and acknowledge that you do not know them personally, and perhaps they did not mean to kill your friend