Lyrics Don't Shoot - Nas

(Give me some, give me some) uh
(Yeah)
(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 hе is you)
(Give me some)
Don't kill a 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 find, I don't just rap
Look around, every town like a death trap
Out of 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? (Give me some)

Don't shoot gangsters (don't shoot gangsters)
Don't shoot gangsters (don't shoot gangsters)
Don't shoot (don't shoot)
(Give me some)
Don't shoot gangster (don't shoot gangster)
You are him (you are him)
And he is you (and he is you)
Don't kill a 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 aimlessly, speak vengeance, on M-P-3s

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 kings get
We see it like an MRI scan
I show you how to move when these dudes be lyin' in coupes
Flyin' the suits fire the crew full of riders, loophole finders
Don't kill a 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