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One Love
Nas feat. Q‐Tip
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Word is bond, you got six years on that jack, kid and shit is real
Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
You gon' check shit out, man
Ayo god man, give me a cigarette
Yo here you go, here you go, here you go
Check it out, man, check out what I got here, man
What is that, what? What's that?
Yo it's a letter I got from my man Nas, man
Word is bond, yo yo
What it say, kid?
What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid
When the cops came, you shoulda 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
Flippin', talk about he acts too rough
He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff
I was like, "Yeah", shorty don't care, she a snake too
Fuckin' 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 Jones beach, it's bugged
Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime
Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry 9's
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 nigga when push came to shove
(One what?) One love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York, the same shit is goin' on
The crack-heads stalkin', loud-mouths is talkin'
Hold, check out the story yesterday, when I was walkin'
The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' somethin'
Word to mother, I heard him frontin'
And he be pumpin' 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 nigga with a ox for the phone piece
Wilin' on the island, but now in Elmira
Better chill, 'cause them niggas will put that ass 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 niggas 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 wilin' in four Maine, he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he come home I'll 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 reala
I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, but one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinkin'
"How can we exist through the facts?"
Written in school text books, Bibles, etcetera
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed
So I be ghost for my projects
I take my pen and pad for the weekend
Hittin' Ls while I'm sleepin'
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 somethin' terrible
Fuckin' with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue
Or HDM, hit with numbers from eight to ten
A future in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop
Rollin' two phillies together, in the Bridge we call 'em "oo-wops"
He said, "Nas, niggas cold be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tres-deuce"
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughin', 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 bastard
Keeps me blasted, he starts talkin' mad shit
I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him
'Cause when the pistol blows the one that's murdered 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
At the crowd, catch him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only 12 trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wipin' the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man I'ma ghost, I broze
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
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
To all my niggas locked up (one love, one love, one love, one love)
From Queensbridge and all over (one love, one love, one love, one love)
And to my man Goon, one love (one love, one love, one love)
To my man Herb, one love (one love, one love, one love)
To my man Lake Luciano, one love (one love, one love, one love)
Can't forget my motherfuckin' heart, Big Bo, one love (one love, one love, one love)
(One love, one love, one love, one love)
To Oogie, yeah, one love (one love, one love, one love)
(One Love)