[00:01.69]Artist: Nas
[00:02.66]Album: Illmatic
[00:03.64]Song: One Love
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[00:22.35]Whattup kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid
[00:25.47]When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib
[00:28.03]**** it black, no time for looking back it's done
[00:31.11]Plus congratulations you know you got a son
[00:33.29]I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?
[00:36.13]Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
[00:38.66]Flippin, talk about he acts too rough
[00:40.87]He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff
[00:43.37]I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
[00:46.30]****ing with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you
[00:49.01]But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
[00:51.36]Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach - it's bugged
[00:54.70]Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime
[00:57.02]Hangin out with young thugs that all carry 9's
[00:59.93]at night time there's more trife than ever
[01:01.82]Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
[01:04.34]If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
[01:07.42]Say whassup to Herb, Ice and Bullet
[01:09.51]I left a half a hundred in your commissary
[01:11.71]You was my nigga when push came to shove
[01:13.41]One what? one love
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[01:16.21]
[01:35.17]Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
[01:37.92]Out in New York the same shit is goin on
[01:40.43]the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking
[01:43.32]hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking
[01:45.64]The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin somethin
[01:48.95]word to mother, I heard him frontin
[01:50.52]and he be pumping on your block
[01:52.20]your man gave him your glock
[01:53.68]and now they run together, what up son, whatever
[01:56.07]since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease
[01:58.33]But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece
[02:01.21]Whylin on the Island, but now with Elmira
[02:03.54]Better chill cause them niggaz will put that ass on fire
[02:06.36]Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
[02:08.90]but maintain when you come home the corner's ours
[02:11.39]On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the deal
[02:13.87]When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
[02:16.55]But chill, see you on the next V-I
[02:18.96]I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks
[02:21.82]Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me
[02:24.35]he might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key
[02:27.32]so stay civilised, time flies
[02:29.12]though incarcerated your mind
[02:30.47]I hate it when your mum cries
[02:32.53]it kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a
[02:34.87]I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love
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[02:39.61]
[02:40.82]Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack
[02:58.02]mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
[03:03.38]written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
[03:05.85]**** a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
[03:08.54]So I be ghost from my projects
[03:10.27]I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin L's while I'm sleepin
[03:13.41]A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone
[03:16.20]to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
[03:18.99]You see the streets have me stressed somethin terrible
[03:21.34]****ing with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue
[03:23.75]or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10
[03:26.37]a future in a maximum state pen is grim
[03:28.87]So I comes back home, nobody's out but shorty doo-wop
[03:31.53]Rollin two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops
[03:34.16]He said, "Nas, niggaz could be bustin' off the roof"
[03:36.54]so I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce"
[03:39.27]He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
[03:41.71]Started coughing one eye peeked to watch me speak
[03:44.23]I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
[03:46.89]We was chillin' on these niggaz where he pumped his loose cracks
[03:49.90]I took an l when he passed it, this little bastard
[03:52.46]Keeps me blasted he starts talkin mad shit
[03:55.23]I had to school him, told him don't let niggaz fool him
[03:57.36]cause when the pistol blow the ones that's murdered be the cool one
[03:59.82]Tough luck when niggaz are struck, families ****ed up
[04:02.67]Could've cought your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
[04:05.09]Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up
[04:07.62]at the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed
[04:10.01]Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
[04:12.65]Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
[04:15.09]Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
[04:18.06]then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
[04:20.66]and told my little man that i'm a go cyprose
[04:23.11]there's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
[04:25.59]words of wisdom from nas try to rise up above
[04:28.24]keep an eye out for jake shorty what
[04:30.43]one love

Artist: Nas
Album: Illmatic
Song: One Love

Whattup kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid
When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib
**** 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 telling him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
****ing with the niggaz 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
at night time there's more trife than ever
Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
Say whassup 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

Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York the same shit is goin on
the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking
hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking
The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin somethin
word to mother, I heard him frontin
and he be pumping 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
Whylin on the Island, but now with Elmira
Better chill cause them niggaz 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 reels, all these crab niggaz 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 you flicks
Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me
he might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key
so stay civilised, time flies
though incarcerated your mind
I hate it when your mum cries
it kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a
I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love

Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
**** a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin L's 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
****ing with the corners 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
So I comes back home, nobody's out but shorty doo-wop
Rollin two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops
He said, "Nas, niggaz could be bustin' off the roof"
so I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce"
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing one eye peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these niggaz where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an 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 niggaz fool him
cause when the pistol blow the ones that's murdered be the cool one
Tough luck when niggaz are struck, families ****ed up
Could've cought 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 twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
and told my little man that i'm a go cyprose
there's some jewels in the 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 what
one love