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kmichael - nas’s “one love” lyrics

[produced by q-tip]

[verse 1]
what up kid? i know sh-t is rough doing your bid
when the cops came you should have slid to my crib
f-ck it, black, no time for looking 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
flipping, talking ’bout he acts too rough
he didn’t listen he be riffing while i’m telling him stuff
i was like yeah, shorty don’t care, she a snake too
f-cking with them n-ggas 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
hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines
and night time is more trife than ever
what 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
i left a half a hundred in your commissary
you was my n-gga when push came to shove, one what? (one love)

[hook: q-tip x4]
one love
one love
one love
one love

[verse 2]
dear born, you’ll be out soon, stay strong
out in new york the same sh-t is going on
the crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking
hold, check out the story yesterday when i was walking
that n-gga you shot last year tried to appear
like he hurting something, word to mother, i heard him fronting
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’mma put it to a cease
but i heard you blew a n-gga with a ox for the phone piece
wilding on the island, but now in elmira
better chill cause them n-ggas will put that -ss 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 reals, all these crab n-ggas 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 fl1cks
your brother’s buckwilding in 4-main, he wrote me
he might beat his case, ’til he come home he’ll play it low key
so stay civilized, time flies
though incarcerated your mind dies, i hate it when your moms cries
it kinda makes me want to murder, for reala
i even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs but one love

[hook x4]

[verse 3]
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
f-ck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
so i be ghost from my projects, i take my pen and pad
for the weekend hittin l’s while i’m sleeping
a two day stay, you may say i need the time alone
to relax my dome, no phone, left the nine at home
you see the streets had me stressed something terrible
f-cking with the corners have a n-gga up in bellevue
or hdm, hit with numbers from 8 to 10
a future in a maximum state pen is grim
so i comes back home, n0body’s out but shorty doo-wop
rolling two phillies together, in the bridge we called ’em oo-wops
he said “nas, n-ggas could be busting off the roof
so i wear a bulletproof and pack a black trey-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 chilling on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks
i took the l when he p-ssed it, this little b-st-rd
keeps me blasted and starts talking mad sh-t
i had to school him, told him don’t let n-ggas fool him
cause when the pistol blows the one that’s murdered be the cool one
tough luck when n-ggas are struck, families f-cked up
coulda caught 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 blunt’s ash from my clothes
then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
and told my little man i’m ghost, i broze
left some jewels in his 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 wop, one love

- kmichael lyrics

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