Nas - One On One Lyrics
Verse one:In the rotten apple, take a bite taste the wormEmbrace the world of reality were faced to learnCoke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs restI keep my mug blessed, the evil is illegal substance soldRoll mob deep, guns in the black jeepMac-11s and legends, cracks in the streetsPatroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiersNever sober takin over, my blood is colderNiggaz respect violence so I become itIm from it, I even done it blunted so run itYeah son, you know what this isTake it off [come on dunn, dont even come at me like that][dunn, come on dunn]Chorus:Imagine this, no guns no knifeIts a one on one so now we gots to fight, sonImagine this, no gun no knifeIts a one on one now we got to fight, yeahImagine that, no gun no knifeIts a one on one now we got to fight, yeahImagine this, no gun no knifeIts a one on one, sonVerse two:Yo Im a cream fiend, with a mean dreamBrain full of schemes, my crews rollin fresh out the greensGive you what you never seen, the ips on the mac-10Its 2:10 in the a.m. in the streets of queensTry hard and die hardChances of survivin the game is like tryin to feed allah lardA walk a piece with a deadly shadowThey want to blow me with the double barrel, found no sorrowI brawl with blanka, caught bison in a thinkerDont make hell your new home, with the blue chromeMistakes want me, sauve fellow but raunchyThe soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the countryBut only to shed tears for yearsToo wild for my own self, hopin help is nearStreet fightin was cool but in school I brought a new toolToolin with the devil, a rebel, a foolChorus:Imagine this no guns no knifeJust a one on one where we got to fight, yeahImagine this no gun no knifeJust a one on one where we got to fight, yeahImagine this no gun no knifeJust a one on one where we got to fight, yeahImagine this no gun no knifeJust a one on one, a one on oneYeah, take it to the bridge -- queensbridgeYo whassup money? [yo yo do you remember this face? ][yeah yeah yeah, run these, run these]*sounds of brawl* [break you down! get broke!][no hands, run that, run that, run that, no hands]Verse three:I hear jake walkie-talkies in my sleepMarked money I keep, play the *****es all weekI visualize coups, alligators in suitsElevators in my mansion that rises to the roofSippin eighty proof, watchin juice, but hold upI see some brothers tryin to roll up, wishin I could fold upIts hard to see their faces in they hoodies, I better boogieToo late, I tried to swing when they jigged me, Im out...Yeah yeah kid, dont front, 360 degrees, knowhatimsayin?Thats how it comes back at you. queensbridge, thats how we live.South side, all that. new york, light it up, light it up.Yo yo you saw how I snuffed that kid? [yeah I saw that, I saw that]You know how we steppin. thats how we do out here in the street fight!
