歌：Nas
作詞：JONATHAN DAVIS, NASIR JONES, JIMMY HEATH
作曲：JONATHAN DAVIS, NASIR JONES, JIMMY HEATH
発売：2009-11-15 08:01:11
What up, kid I know shit is rough doin your bid
When the cops came, you should have slid to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for lookin back, it's done
Plus congratulations, you know you got a son
I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya
Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flippin', talkin' bout he acts too rough
He don't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a skake too
Fuckin' with them niggers 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
And nightime is more trife than ever
What's 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
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 conversary
You was my nigga when push came to shove
One what?
One love
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One love, one love etc...
Dear born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York the same shit is goin' on
Crack heads stalkin', loud mouths is talkin'
Yo, check this story yesterday when I was walkin'
That nigger you shot last year tried to appear
Like he hurt somethin', word to mother I heard him frontin'
And he be pumpin' on your block
Your man gave him your block, 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 nigger in the ox for the phone piece
Wilin' on the island, or in elmira
Better chill, or those niggers will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote me, said they tried you in the showers
But maintain, when you come home the corner's ours
On the reals, all these crab niggers knows the deals
When we start the revolution, all they'll probably do is squeal
But chill, see ya on the next V.I.
I gave your ma dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks
Your brother's buck whilin' in 4-main he wrote me
He might beat his case, til he comes home I'm playin low key
So stay civilized, time flies, though incarcerated your mind dies
I hate it when your mom cries
It kind of make me wanna murder for reala
I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs - but one love
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One love, one love etc...
Sometimes I sit back with a buddah sack
Minds' in another world, thinkin' how could we exist due to facts
Written in school text books, bibles, etc.
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed
So I be ghost from 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 needed time alone, to relax my dome
No phone, keep the nine at home
You see the streets had me stressed something terrible
Fuckin with the corners have a nigger up in bellvue
Or H.D.M. hit with numbers from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum state pen is grim
So I come back home, nobody's out but shorty doo-wop
Rollin' two phillies together, in the bridge we call ooh-wop
He said, Nas, niggas cold be bustin' off the roof, so I wear a
bullet proof and pack a Black Tre Duce
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing, one eye peaked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin on these bitches, while he pumped his loose crack
I took the L when he passed it, the little bastard, keeps me
blasted, and starts talkin' mad shit
I had to school em, told em don't let niggas fool em
Cause when the pistol blows, the one thats murdered be the cool one
Tough luck when niggas struck, families fuckes up
Could of caught your man, but didn't look when you buck 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 tryin' to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wipin' the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze, only to blow the earth smoke thru my nose
And told my little man I ghost
I broke,left some jewels in his skull that he could sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from Nas, try to rise up above, keep and eye out for
jake, shorty wop
One love
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One love, one love etc...