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Artist: Nas |
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Album: Illmatic |
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Song: One Love |
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Whattup kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid |
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When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib |
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Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done |
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Plus congratulations you know you got a son |
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I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? |
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Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper |
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Flippin, talk about he acts too rough |
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He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff |
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I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too |
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Fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you |
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But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? |
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Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach - it's bugged |
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Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime |
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Hangin out with young thugs that all carry 9's |
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at night time there's more trife than ever |
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Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together? |
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If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest |
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Say whassup to Herb, Ice and Bullet |
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I left a half a hundred in your commissary |
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You was my nigga when push came to shove |
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One what? one love |
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Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong |
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Out in New York the same shit is goin on |
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the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking |
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hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking |
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the nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin somethin |
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word to mother, I heard him frontin |
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and he be pumping on your block |
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your man gave him your glock |
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and now they run together, what up son, whatever |
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since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease |
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but I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece |
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Whylin on the Island, but now with Elmira |
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better chill cause them niggaz will put that ass on fire |
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Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers |
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but maintain when you come home the corner's ours |
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On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the deal |
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When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal |
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But chill, see you on the next V-I |
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I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks |
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Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me |
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he might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key |
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so stay civilised, time flies |
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though incarcerated your mind |
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I hate it when your mum cries |
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it kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a |
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I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love |
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Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack |
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mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts |
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written in school text books, bibles, et cetera |
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Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er |
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So I be ghost from my projects |
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I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin L's while I'm sleepin |
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A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone |
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to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home |
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You see the streets have me stressed somethin terrible |
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Fuckin with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue |
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or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10 |
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a future in a maximum state pen is grim |
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So I comes back home, nobody's out but shorty doo-wop |
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Rollin two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops |
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He said, "Nas, niggaz could be bustin' off the roof |
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so I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce" |
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He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep |
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Started coughing one eye peeked to watch me speak |
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I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black |
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We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks |
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I took an l when he passed it, this little bastard |
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keeps me blasted he starts talkin mad shit |
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I had to school him, told him don't let niggaz fool him |
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cause when the pistol blow the ones that's murdered be the cool one |
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Tough luck when niggaz are struck, families fucked up |
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Could've cought your man, but didn't look when you bucked up |
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Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up |
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at the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed |
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Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul |
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Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style |
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Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes |
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then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose |
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and told my little man that i'm a go cyprose |
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there's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose |
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words of wisdom from nas try to rise up above |
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keep an eye out for jake shorty what |
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one love |
