Letra de Based on True Events - Nas

Hit-Boy

Yeah

Me and her is cool but she hung with dude's girl

And dude is cool but he live how fools live when tools spit

He's in the middle of it, little nigga shit

And I bet my chick be sharin' our news

Tellin' his girl what I told her about my power moves

You know? Showin' off

Showed her the Chloe I bought her, they both with floss

Her friend's shinin', friend said she got broke off with more diamonds

They go to islands, then they post pictures

I search her friend name, her page come up

She with a dude I said, "I know this nigga"

Then I showed ol' girl, "Do you know this nigga?"

"Look closer, for real, you ever met this guy?"

I told her, "Zoom in tighter," she said, "We met one time"

Private investigator shit

Yeah

Me and dude alright

Seen him on the scene a few nights

Little chain and bracelets, nothin' crazy, somethin' light

Introduce himself to me, tough act

But he's a goofy, he hype

Impressin' ladies with his vest on tight

Like he a target, a marked man or perhaps hard to kill

But you attract what you fear and you ask for, for real

My girl says, "Why you ask about him?

Back to the problem

Can't tell her it's an unsolved murder, never mind it

"Forever find it strange," she says

"First, you excited, then you silent, somethin' has changed," she says

I said, "I knew a guy and he had a beautiful mind

And who would have knew he would die, they ruled it a suicide"

But that guy in the picture, sometime would ride with my nigga

Rest in peace, Half A Mill, a god amongst niggas

Was it self-inflicted? Somebody came to get you?

Maybe I'm paranoid

Somethin' sabotagin' the path he was on

But you passed on

You left us your scriptures, I'm in the whip, playin' your songs

Then I saw your face, still remember when I brought you to L.A

And we performed on Keenan Ivory Wayans (Yeah)

And your light remains, rest up to TJ

That's Havoc' brother, Killer Black, went a similar way

I used to call down to the crib, you would answer the phone

And years later, you were in shootouts with some of my mans with the chrome

Wow, so foul

How do projects turn to a war zone?

This is the place we call home

Drama, homicide, suicide in our father's eyes

We programmed to survive, but it's love that we don't prioritize

Speakin' of love, it was me and her

It was up between me and shorty, we crushed

I felt she was sent from above

That kind of karma with her is finally gone

I don't call her no more, we ain't talkin' no more (We ain't talkin')

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