Rewind - Live at Webster Hall, NYC - Dec. 17, 2002

Ayo, keep it Stillmatic, baby

Keep it Stillmatic

Listen up, gangstas and honeys with your hair done

Pull up a dancer, put it in the air, son

Dog, whatever they call you God, just listen

I spit a story backwards, it starts from the endin'

The bullet goes back in the gun

The bullet holes close in the chest of a nigga

He back to square one, screamin', "Shoot don't please"

I put my fifth back on my hip, it's like a VCR rewindin' a hit

He put his hands back on his bitch, my caravan doors open up

I jumped back in the van and closed it shut

Goin' reverse, slowly prepared

My nigga Jungle utters out somethin' crazy like, "Go he there"

Sittin' in back of this chair, we hittin' the roach

The smoke goes back in the blunt

The blunt gets bigger in growth

Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar

The blunt turns back into a cigar

I listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans

Like AC/DC

(What you do motherfucker)

Jump out the black truck

Back upstairs, took off the black shirt

I'm in the crib with the phone

Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear

The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"

So with my mouth wide, holdin' my heat

Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for you

'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemy's the"

Hung up the phone, then the phone rang

I'm laid in the bed, thinkin' about this pretty young thing

Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug

She gave me a kiss, I gave me a hug

Talking, "No hell," talkin' 'bout, "Me kiss"

Bobbed her head then spit a nut back in my dick

Started suckin' with no hands, a whole lot of spit

Then got up and put her bra back on her tits

Got fully dressed and told me, "stressed really I'm"

Picked up her Gucci bag and left a nigga behind

Runnin' through the door, she rang the bell twice

I vomited vodka back in my glass with juice and ice (yo)

The clock went back from three to two to one

And that's about the time the story begun

That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell

It said, "Son, we found this nigga we gotta kill" (c'mon)