Nas - One Love (Remix) lyrics

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Nas - One Love (Remix) lyrics

Verse One: What up kid? I know sh** is rough doing your bid When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib f** 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 Flippin, talkin about he acts too rough Ge didn't listen he be riffing while I'm telling him stuff I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too f**ing with them n***as from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jone's beach, it's bugged Plus little rob is selling d** on the dime Hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's At night time it's more trife than ever Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together? If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest Say wha**up to herb, ice and bullet I left a half a hundred in your commissary You was my n***a 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 sh** is going on The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking The n***a you shot last year tried to appear like he hurting 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'ma put it to a cease But I heard you blew a n***a with an ox for the phone piece Wiling on the island but now with el mara Better chill 'cos them n***as will put that a** on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers But maintain when you come home the corner's ours On the reals, all these crab n***as know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill, see you on the next VI I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks plus sent your flicks Your brother's buck wiling in four maine he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key So stay civilized, time flies though incarcerated your mind dies I hate it when your mom's cries It kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs but One Love Verse Three: Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts Written in school text books, bibles, etcetera f** a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er So I be ghost from my projects I take my pen and pad for the weekend hitting Ls while I'm sleeping A two day stay, you may say I needed time alone To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home You see the streets have me stressed something terrible f**ing with the corners have a n***a 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 out but shorty doo-wop Rolling two phillies together, in the bridge we call them oowops He said Nas, n***as could be busting off the roof So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce He inhaled 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 chilling on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks I took the L when he pa**ed it, this little ba*tard Keeps me blasted and started talking mad sh** I had to school him, told him don't let n***as fool him 'Cause when the pistol blows the one that's murdered be the cool one Tough luck when n***as are struck, families f**ed up Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up At 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 blow the herb smoke through my nose And told my little man that I'm a go cyprose Left some j**els 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 I'm out 'One Love'