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Viewing Lyrics for One Love:
| | | Artist: | Nas |
| | Album: | Illmatic | | Track: | One Love | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 6 |
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| | | Lyrics: | Verse One:
what up kid? i know shit is rough doing your bid
when the cops
came you shoulda slid to my crib
fuck it black no time for looking back it's done
plus congratulations you know you got a son
i heard he looks like you why
don't your lady write you?
told her she should visit that's when she got hyper
flip it talk about he acts too rough
he didn't listen he be riffin' while i'm
telling him stuff
i was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
fucking with
the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you
but yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
jeromes niece, on her way home from joes beaches club
plus little rob is selling
drugs all the time
hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's
at night time
there's more trife than ever
Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
if so then hold the fort, now i represent to the fullest
say whassup to herb, ice and
bullet
I left a half a hundred in your commisary
You was my nigga when push came to
shove
One what? one love
Verse Two:
dear born, you'll be out
soon, stay strong
out in new york the same shit is going on
the crack-heads
stalking, loud-mouths is talking
hold, check out the story yesterday when i was walking
the nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
word to
mother, i heard him fronting
and he be pumping on your block
your man gave him your
glock
and now they run together, what up son, whatever
since i'm on the streets i'm
a put it to a cease
when i heard you blew a nigga with the [???] for a phone piece
whylin' on the island but now with [???]
better chill 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on
fire
last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
i maintain when you
come home the corner's ours
on the reels, all these crab niggaz know the deal
when
we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
but chill, see you on the next v i
i gave your mom dukes loot for kicks
plus [???] flicks
your brother's buck
whylin' in four maine he wrote me
he might beat his case, 'til he come home i play it low
key
so stay civilised, time flies
though incarcerated your mind [dies]
i
hate it when your mum cries
it kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a
i've even
got a mask and gloves to bust slugs
for one love
Verse Three:
sometimes i sit back with a budda sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we
exist through the facts
written in school text books, bibles, etcetera
fuck a school
lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
so i be ghost from my projects
i take my pen and
pad for the week and hittin' nails while i'm sleeping
a two day stay, you may say i need the
time alone
to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
you see the streets have
me stressed something terrible
fucking with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10
a future in a maximum state pen is grim
so
i comes back home, nobody's helping shorty
do i roll them two phillies together and the
friends we call them oowops
he said nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof
so i
wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce
he inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he
was sleep
started coughing when i peeked to watch me speak
i sat back like the mack,
my army suit was black
we was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks
i took an l when he passed it, this little bastard
keeps me blasted he starts talking
mad shit
i had to school him, told him don't let niggaz fool him
'cos when the
pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
tough luck when niggaz are struck,
families fucked up
could've cought your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up
if the crowd catch him solo, make the right man
bleed
shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
only twelve trying to tell
me that he liked my style
then i rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
then
froze only the bolder herb smoke through my nose
and told my little man that i'm a go
cyprose
there's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
words of
wisdom from nas try to rise up above
keep an eye out for jake shorty what
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