[Verse 1: Nas]What up, kid? I know shit is rough doing your bidWhen the cops came you should have slid to my cribFuck it, black, no time for looking back, it's donePlus, congratulations, you know you got a sonI heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya?Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyperFlippin', talking 'bout he acts too roughHe didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuffI was like, "Yeah," shorty don't care, she a snake tooFuckin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hate youBut yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones BeachIt's bugged, plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dimeHangin' out with young thugs that all carry 9'sAnd night time is more trife than everWhat up with Cormega? Did you see him? Are y'all together?If so, then hold the fort down, represent to the fullestSay what's up to Herb, Ice and BulletI left a half a hundred in your commissaryYou was my nigga when push came to shove(One what?) One love![Hook: Q-Tip]One love, one love, one love, one loveOne love, one love, one love, one loveOne love, one love, one love, one loveOne love, one love, one love, one love[Verse 2: Nas]Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strongOut in New York the same shit is going onThe crackheads stalkin', loudmouths is talkin'Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin'That nigga you shot last year tried to appearLike he hurtin' somethin'Word to mother, I heard him frontin'And he be pumpin' on your blockYour man gave him your GlockAnd now they run together. What up, son? WhateverSince I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a ceaseBut I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone pieceWildin' on the Island, but now in ElmiraBetter chill, ‘cause them niggas will put that ass on fireLast time you wrote you said they tried you in the showersBut maintain, when you come home the corner's oursOn the reals, all these crab niggas know the dealWhen we start the revolution all they probably do is squealBut chill, see you on the next V-II gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicksYour brother's buckwilding in 4-Main, he wrote meHe might beat his case, 'til he come home he'll play it low-keySo stay civilized, time fliesThough incarcerated your mind diesI hate it when your moms criesIt kinda makes me want to murder, for realaI even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, but one love[Hook: Q-Tip]One love, one love, one love, one loveOne love, one love, one love, one loveOne love, one love, one love, one loveOne love, one love, one love, one love[Verse 3: Nas]Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sackMind's in another worldThinking: "How can we exist through the facts?"Written in school text books, bibles, et ceteraFuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-erSo I be ghost from my projects, I take my pen and padFor the weekend, hittin' L's while I'm sleepin'A two-day stay, you may say I need the time aloneTo relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at homeYou see the streets had me stressed something terribleFuckin' with the corners have a nigga up in BellevueOr HDM, hit with numbers from 8 to 10A future in a maximum state pen is grimSo I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-WopRolling two phillies together, in the Bridge we call 'em oo-wopsHe said: "Nas, niggas caught me bustin' off the roofSo I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tre-deuce."He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleepStarted coughing, one eye peeked to watch me speakI sat back like The Mack, my army suit was blackWe was chilling on these benchesWhere he pumped his loose cracksI took the L when he passed it, this little bastardKeeps me blasted and starts talking mad shitI had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him‘Cause when the pistol blowsThe one that's murdered be the cool oneTough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked upCould've caught your manBut didn't look when you bucked upMistakes happen, so take heed, never bust upAt the crowd, catch him solo, make the right man bleedShorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foulOnly 12 tryin' to tell me that he liked my styleThen I rose, wiping the blunt's ash from my clothesThen froze only to blow the herb smoke through my noseAnd told my little man I'm ghost, I brozeLeft some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he choseWords of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up aboveKeep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love
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