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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Composer
R. Walker
R. Walker
Composer
Romeo
Romeo
Composer
Browne
Browne
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Live Squad
Live Squad
Producer
Top General Sounds
Top General Sounds
Producer
Lo Ground
Lo Ground
Producer
Trackmasters
Trackmasters
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Lyrics

(Silent, silent, murder) (Silent, silent, murder) (Silent, silent, murder) (Silent, silent, murder) It's sort of like the conclusion to Color Purple Niggas is losing, confusion, with one-time on pursuit moves in Grabbing niggas up in this movement to rule shit Cop versus the block, shorties is schooled quick Lesson number one, if you're arrested and hung Where niggas is from, gotta keep a lid on your tongue It's like silent murder, I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer The violent words of a Prince in a Palace of Persia The cognac plurger, plus the trees But who's the foul one to make his nose take a freeze? And got enough gall to rock ice in all hype Used to be a general, but just lost his stripe Pipe dreams and white fiends and all-nighters Collect calls from lifers, Astoria wars with Cypress Since I got a problem with the law-writers I kick some more items just to explore horizons The palm lady dreamt of this day So I'ma play the crib close, smokin' with the big toast and lay (Silent, silent, murder) They say the arms of Nicky Barnes would be enough to blast A lot of rich niggas fell and started pumping gas Was it the mind of CIA that bumped off Malik Shabazz? Fuck what they teach in class, I'ma reach the mass Strap up, no back-up, it's jungle tactics Living practice, out-of-line niggas get smacked backwards So wear it if the cap fits, folded up money and mad clips Are stacked right under my mattress To smoke a nigga like a Hughes Brothers motion picture Niggas getting open, crews roping older niggas April fools, they laugh, the jokes on the benches Seeds outside, my nigga spoke on his sentence (Silent, silent, murder) (Silent, silent, murder) (Silent, silent, murder) (Silent, silent, murder) (Silent) (Silent, silent, murder) My right-handers never play too close to cameras It's night time, scandalous, circle the loud gamblers Peace-making niggas pep talk The Beast making niggas walk off the hot avenues with they brew Time to get this loot countless 'Cause, son, it ain't no youth fountains Niggas take cash and shoot, bounce and Pakistanis are took hostage Locked up inside a linen closet, known for spending pies up What's the flavor when your neighbors do Jake favors? Locking real niggas down and letting fake players Roam around the projects, it's lyrical logic I dilute, then we can inject the right composite When plotting on murderous schemes It seems, I'm ghostly called by the essence of Queens The palm lady dreamt of this day So I'ma play the crib close, smokin' with the big toast and lay (Silent, silent, murder) (Silent, silent, murder) And Cain killed his brother Abel (silent) When God accepted Abel's offering and not his (murder) Abel's offering showed (silent) that Cain was not giving his best to God (murder) And Cain's jealous anger drove him to murder (silent, murder) Drove him to murder (silent, silent, murder)
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Romeo Beresford, Hayden Maclaren Browne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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