Nas - One Love Lyrics
Verse one:What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bidWhen the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib***** it black, no time for looking back its donePlus congratulations you know you got a sonI heard he looks like you, why dont your lady write you?Told her she should visit, thats when she got hyperFlip it, talk about he acts too roughHe didnt listen he be riffin while Im telling him stuffI was like yeah, shorty dont care, she a snake too*****ing with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate youBut yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?Jeromes niece, on her way home from joes beaches clubPlus little rob is selling drugs all the timeHanging out with young thugs that all carry 9sAt night time theres more trife than everWhattup with cormega, did you see em, are yall together?If so then hold the fort, now I represent to the fullestSay whassup to herb, ice and bulletI left a half a hundred in your commisaryYou was my nigga when push came to shoveOne what? one loveVerse two:Dear born, youll be out soon, stay strongOut in new york the same shit is going onThe crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talkingHold, check out the story yesterday when I was walkingThe nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin somethingWord to mother, I heard him frontingAnd he be pumping on your blockYour man gave him your glockAnd now they run together, what up son, whateverSince Im on the streets Im a put it to a ceaseWhen I heard you blew a nigga with the [? ? ? ] for a phone pieceWhylin on the island but now with [? ? ? ]Better chill cos them niggaz will put that ass on fireLast time you wrote you said they tried you in the showersI maintain when you come home the corners oursOn the reels, all these crab niggaz know the dealWhen we start the revolution all they probably do is squealBut chill, see you on the next v iI gave your mom dukes loot for kicksPlus [? ? ? ] flicksYour brothers buck whylin in four maine he wrote meHe might beat his case, til he come home I play it low keySo stay civilised, time fliesThough incarcerated your mind [dies]I hate it when your mum criesIt kinda wants to make me murder, for real-aIve even got a mask and gloves to bust slugsFor one loveVerse three:Sometimes I sit back with a budda sackMinds in another world thinking how can we exist through the factsWritten in school text books, bibles, etcetera***** a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-erSo I be ghost from my projectsI take my pen and pad for the week and hittin nails while Im sleepingA two day stay, you may say I need the time aloneTo relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at homeYou see the streets have me stressed something terrible*****ing with the corners have a nigga up in belle vueOr h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10A future in a maximum state pen is grimSo I comes back home, nobodys helping shortyDo I roll them two phillies together and the friends we call them oowopsHe said nas, niggaz cold be bustin off the roofSo I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuceHe inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleepStarted coughing when I peeked to watch me speakI sat back like the mack, my army suit was blackWe was chillin on these *****es where he pumped his loose cracksI took an l when he passed it, this little bastardKeeps me blasted he starts talking mad shitI had to school him, told him dont let niggaz fool himcos when the pistol blows a shot thats when a murder be the cool oneTough luck when niggaz are struck, families *****ed upCouldve cought your man, but didnt look when you bucked upMistakes happen, so take heed never bust upIf the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleedShortys laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foulOnly twelve trying to tell me that he liked my styleThen I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothesThen froze only the bolder herb smoke through my noseAnd told my little man that Im a go cyproseTheres some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he choseWords of wisdom from nas try to rise up aboveKeep an eye out for jake shorty whatOne love
