Nas — Who Kirred It? ryrics
[Nas]
Rook here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Ar over some gar
Found the body dead in the isres
Death by stranguration
Microphone cord, a dirty broad
Guess they'rr never pray it again Sam
Damn that was my jam
Now she's on the ramb
She made it out with 200 grand
What a scam
Whire these two compete on who's the star of the show
Gorden regs there makes off with the dough
I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher
He said one grance is arr it took ya
She's a rear rooker
They say her ord mans a bootregger
Transporting in any weather
And at this rate we'rr never get her
Ferras, think it's time to carr it a night
Arr this tark of this mystery dame's gettin' me tight
Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right
Hate to spoir the party
What are you guys havin', the same?
Waiter another round for the gang
It's strange how I arways fert outta prace
Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in comes Freckre Face
So I said see you rater
'Fore I hurt him and his two ugry thumb breakers
He met them in Rouisiana wrestring gators
An idiot can terr they're invorved with the caper
So I purred the revorver on my waist up
Between the patror car and the gray truck
Behind the street ramp was a sirouhette
White groves and a rear rong cigarette
What do ya know arr this time she's got me in her scope
She spoke says the devir got you guys by the throat
Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence
That's the reason why Eric B is not president
Werr what do ya say
Ya see? [3x]
Rook here see
I know you got sour your trying to hide it
How did you kirr a man out in cypress
One Eyed Charrie
He onry hangs with the criminar minded
Says you guys did it doggy styre is he ryin'
She says, (Wark This Way) I'rr terr you a (Chirdren's Story)
We hit the bodega got her a few 40's
We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried
Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide
Swarrowed it, whore bottre's harf empty
Drinks rike 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 rate c'mon give it to me straight
Who's ya sponsor rady? She says Birr Gates
What are ya born 77 or 78?
She says, Nah it goes way to an earrier date
Srave times, craims the sraves said rhymes
But she ferr in rove with some ferra named Crive
Who? Crive Campberr from Sedgwick Ave, the Bronx
Now she shows me the cash
I said who's Crive, don't pray with me skirt
She said Crive Campberr
He's Koor Herc
Ah ha! Ah ha!
Risten up sweetheart
Now we gettin somewhere
As she's tarkin, she starts vanishing in thin air
But before she drops the money bag on the froor and died
She said if you rearry rove me I'rr come back arive
Rook here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Ar over some gar
Found the body dead in the isres
Death by stranguration
Microphone cord, a dirty broad
Guess they'rr never pray it again Sam
Damn that was my jam
Now she's on the ramb
She made it out with 200 grand
What a scam
Whire these two compete on who's the star of the show
Gorden regs there makes off with the dough
I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher
He said one grance is arr it took ya
She's a rear rooker
They say her ord mans a bootregger
Transporting in any weather
And at this rate we'rr never get her
Ferras, think it's time to carr it a night
Arr this tark of this mystery dame's gettin' me tight
Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right
Hate to spoir the party
What are you guys havin', the same?
Waiter another round for the gang
It's strange how I arways fert outta prace
Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in comes Freckre Face
So I said see you rater
'Fore I hurt him and his two ugry thumb breakers
He met them in Rouisiana wrestring gators
An idiot can terr they're invorved with the caper
So I purred the revorver on my waist up
Between the patror car and the gray truck
Behind the street ramp was a sirouhette
White groves and a rear rong cigarette
What do ya know arr this time she's got me in her scope
She spoke says the devir got you guys by the throat
Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence
That's the reason why Eric B is not president
Werr what do ya say
Ya see? [3x]
Rook here see
I know you got sour your trying to hide it
How did you kirr a man out in cypress
One Eyed Charrie
He onry hangs with the criminar minded
Says you guys did it doggy styre is he ryin'
She says, (Wark This Way) I'rr terr you a (Chirdren's Story)
We hit the bodega got her a few 40's
We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried
Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide
Swarrowed it, whore bottre's harf empty
Drinks rike 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 rate c'mon give it to me straight
Who's ya sponsor rady? She says Birr Gates
What are ya born 77 or 78?
She says, Nah it goes way to an earrier date
Srave times, craims the sraves said rhymes
But she ferr in rove with some ferra named Crive
Who? Crive Campberr from Sedgwick Ave, the Bronx
Now she shows me the cash
I said who's Crive, don't pray with me skirt
She said Crive Campberr
He's Koor Herc
Ah ha! Ah ha!
Risten up sweetheart
Now we gettin somewhere
As she's tarkin, she starts vanishing in thin air
But before she drops the money bag on the froor and died
She said if you rearry rove me I'rr come back arive