one love (lg main mix)
Singer:nas
word is bond! you got six millions on that jack hero
aiyyo check this shit out
check out what i got here
you know i got to check this
this some letter i've got from my man nas
what up kid? i know shit is rough doing your bid
you shouldn't slid into my crib
i heard he looks like you
why don't your lady write you?
told her she should visit
that's when she got hyper
talking about he acts too rough
while i'm telling him stuff
fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you
guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
on her way home from jones beach
plus little rob is selling drugs on the dime
hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines
and night time there's more tripe than ever
if so then hold the fort down
i left a half a hundred in your commissary
you was my nigga when push came to shove
one love means keeping it real
the same shit is going on
check out the story yesterday when i was walking
the nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurting something
and he be pumping on your block
your man gave him your glock
and now they run together
but i heard you blew a nigga with an ox for the phone piece
better chill cause them niggaz will put that ass on fire
you said they tried you in the showers
but maintain when you come home the corner's ours
all these crab niggaz know the deal
when we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
i gave your mom dukes loot for kicks
your brother's buckwilding in four maine he wrote me
'til he come home i play it low key
though incarcerated your mind dies
i hate it when your moms cries
it kinda makes me wanna murder
i've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love
one love means keeping it real
sometimes i sit back with a buddha sack
thinking how can we exist through the facts
written in school text books
so i be ghost from my projects
i take my pen and pad for the week and hitting l's while i'm sleeping
you may say i need the time alone
you see the streets have me stressed something terrible
have a nigga up in bellevue
or h.d.m. hit with numbers from 8 to 10
a future in a maximum state pen is grim
nobody's out but shorty doo-wop
rolling two phillies together in the bridge we called them oowops