Nas One Love Lyrics

What up kid? I know s___ 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
Glippin, 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
f___ing with the n____z 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 drugs all the time
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's
and night time is 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 whassup to Herb, Ice and Bullet
I left a half a hundred in your commisary
You was my n____ when push came to shove
One what? One love'.

Dear born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York the same s___ is going on
The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking
Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking
The n____ 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'ma put it to a cease
But I heard you blew a n____ with he ask for the phone piece,
Whylin' on the island, but now in Elmira
Better chill 'cos them n____z 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____z 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 sent ya flicks
Your brother's buck whylin' and 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 moms 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.

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
f___ a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-a
So I be ghost from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' L's while I'm sleep'
on 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
f___ing with the corners have a n____ 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 doowop
Rollin two phillies together in the pen we call them oowops
He said 'Nas, n____z 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 one eye peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took the L when he passed it, this little b______
Keeps me blasted he starts talking mad s___
I had to school him, told him don't let n____z fool him
'cos when the pistol blows the one that's murdered be the cool one
Tough luck when n____z 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
in a 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'ma go cyprose
Left some jewels 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.

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