V.I.C. - One Love (One L Main Mix) lyrics

[Produced by Godfather Don & V.I.C.] [Verse 1] What up kid? I know sh** is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should have 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 ya, why don't your lady write ya? Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper Flipping, talking 'bout he acts too rough He 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 Jones Beach It's bugged, plus little Rob is selling d** on the dime Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines And night time is more trife than ever What up with Cormega, did you see him, are y'all together? If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest Say what's 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) [Hook: Sadat X] One L To the o-v-e Representing kids on lockdown from stress on the street One L To the o-v-e It's all real watch the feds son, duck that shield One L To the o-v-e Representing kids on lockdown from stress on the street One L To the o-v-e It's all real I got the hustle son I can't be the meal [Verse 2] Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong Out in New York the same sh** is going on The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking That 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'mma put it to a cease But I heard you blew a n***a with a ox for the phone piece Wilding on the Island, but now in Elmira Better chill cause 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 V-I I gave your ma duke's loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks Your brother's buckwilding in 4-Main, he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come home he'll play it low key So stay civilized, time flies Though incarcerated your mind dies, I hate it when your moms cries It kinda makes me want to murder, for reala I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs but one love [Hook] [Verse 3] 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, et cetera 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 hittin L's while I'm sleeping A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone To relax my dome, no phone, left the nine at home You see the streets had me stressed something terrible f**ing with the corners have a n***a up in Bellevue Or HDM, 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 called 'em oo-wops He said "Nas, n***as caught me busting off the roof So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black trey-deuce" He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughing, one eye 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 starts 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 Coulda 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 blunt's ash from my clothes Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose And told my little man I'm ghost, I broze Left some j**els in his 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 Wop, one love [Hook]