Letra de Don’t Shoot - Nas

(Give me some, give me some)

Uh (Give me some)

Uh (Give me some, give me some, give me some)

Don't shoot (Give me some, give me some, give me some, give me some)

Don't shoot gangsters (Don't shoot gangsters)

Don't shoot gangsters (Don't shoot gangsters)

Don't shoot (Give me some)

Don't shoot gangster (Don't shoot gangsters)

You are him (You are him), and he is you (And he is you)

(Give me some)

Don't kill the messenger

Am I snitching when the police commissioner my friend?

Am I a player when me and the mayor hang and tap in?

Just a grown man tryna see how to change the community

'Cause all I see is mama's crying, reading eulogies

Thinking 'bout, everything her baby could've grew to be

Speaking unity for years, but face scrutiny

He weird, one day Esco be rapping 'bout shootin' me

Next day he say "And I can", he been confusin' me

Don't wet that

I advise you to mind, I don't just rap

Look around every town like a deathtrap

Out his mind, put a nine to his neck tat

And it went plat-plat, now we set back

And I'm scratchin' my head under my Mets cap

With the new Klan but wearin' jet black

I don't know how much I can stress that, where the checks at

Don't shoot gangster

Don't shoot gangster

Don't shoot (Give me some)

Don't shoot gangster

You are him, and he is you

Don't kill the messenger (Give me some)

Pop, pop a bottle in my Nautica

Bill Russell jersey, solid and sturdy, Stevie's harmonica

In my head

With a Wilhelmina model tucked

The Benz is red, blue one that's Javi's shit

It's obvious these

Emotional rollercoaster ass niggas, please

And most of these guys are supposed to have male tendencies

I endlessly speak vengeance on MP3's

Percocet addiction that could be your E-N-D

Your mindset is your vaccine for every disease

Illness, affliction, sneeze

The pollen has got in your body's diaphragm

Chest, eye exam

The disease king's get, we see it like a MRI scan

I show you how to move when these dudes be lyin'

The coupe's flyin', the suits fire the crew full of riders, loophole finders

Don't kill the messenger

Shorty, don't shoot (The messenger)

Look in the mirror

You got a big life ahead of you

You are your own cure for your King's Disease

You gotta look inside to cure that

You got all the answers

Imagine no man shot for the next ten years

No man killed for the next thirty years

Think about how much we will attain

And no I do not really know the police commissioner

But shit, I'll talk to anybody about saving lives

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