Chris Large - One on One lyrics

[Verse 1] In the Rotten Apple, take a bite, taste the worm Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest I keep my mug blessed, the evil is illegal substance sold Roll mob deep, guns in the black Jeep MAC-11's and legends, cracks in the streets Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers Never sober, taking over, my blood is colder n***as respect violence so I become it I'm from it, I even done it blunted, so run it Yeah son, you know what this is Take it off, [come on, dunn Don't even come at me like that] [Dunn, come on dunn] [Hook] Imagine this: no guns, no knife It's a one on one so now we gots to fight, son Imagine this: no gun, no knife It's a one on one, now we got to fight, yeah Imagine that, no gun, no knife It's a one on one, now we got to fight, yeah Imagine this: no gun, no knife It's a one on one, son… [Verse 2] Yo, I'm a cream fiend with a mean dream Brain full of schemes, my crew's rolling fresh out the greens Give you what you never seen, the inf on the MAC-10 It's 2:10 in the A.M. in the streets of Queens Try hard and die hard Chances of surviving the game is like trying to feed Allah lard A walk a piece with a deadly shadow They want to blow me with the double barrel, found no sorrow I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in a thinker, Dome Don't make hell your new home, with the blue chrome Mistakes want me, suave fellow but raunchy The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the country But only to shed tears for years Too wild for my own self, hoping help is near Street fighting was cool, but in school I brought a new tool Duelin' with the devil, a rebel, a fool [Hook] Yeah, take it to the bridge -- Queensbridge [Bridge] Yo, wha**up 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 3] I hear Jake walkie-talkies in my sleep Marked money I keep, play the benches all week I visualize Coups, alligators in suits Elevators in my mansion that rises to the roof Sippin' 80 proof, watching Juice, but hold up I see some brothers trying to roll up, wishing I could fold up It's hard to see their faces in they hoodies, I better boogie Too late, I tried to swing when they jigged me, I'm out... Yeah yeah kid, don't front, 360 degrees, knowhatI'msayin? That's how it comes back at you Queensbridge, that's 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' That's how we do out here in the street fight!