One Love
by Nas

Album: Illmatic (1994)
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  • What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid
    When the cops came you should of 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 niggas 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 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
    What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
    If so then hold the fort, now I represent to the fullest
    Say whats up to herb, ice and bullet
    I left a half a hundred in your commissary
    You was my nigga when push came to shove
    One what? one love

    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 'cause them niggasz 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 civilized, 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

    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
    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 niggas fool him
    'cause when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
    Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up
    Could've caught 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
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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Comments: 3

  • Dj from DenverWho is his lady in the video?
  • Tomal from Dhaka, BangladeshEnter your comment here...One of best rap songs ever made .Respect legend Nas
  • Tom from Port Kent, NyGreat song, I love the imagery and nas' lyrics are always as tight as it gets.
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