Nas, Rick Ross - One of Us lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas, Rick Ross - One of Us lyrics]
You could die young out here
Mess around and die before 21 out here
Mamas stressing
Seen them ratchets in the dresser
She not asking questions
She seen the vests and seen other
Kids in the casket restin'
Weed so loud they got surround sound
Smoking good shit cause they tryna take
Me back to some hood shit
Any club, any fly affair
If they start shooting all they
Remember is Nas was there
Some homies of yours bangin’ affiliation
On their personal time
Conflict with business can hurt down the line
It’s something that you ain’t have
Nothing to do with
Your man confrontation end up getting you hit
Learn how to draw the line from
When we hang with the shooters
Strippers, dealers and killers
Leeches and opportunists
Where I come from it’s ruthless
Air you out from the Ubers
Tutored by coke movers, put holes through ya'
You wouldn’t get that from me though
You’d overlook me
Looking like I just get to that
Money and stay in some pussy
Got a pretty real dope life
Fly nigga from the other side, hecklers, PKs
9’s and 45’s
762’s, deer hunting rifle shells
Life is hell pussy sweeter than wine tasting
But we won’t self-indict ourselves
Be our own prosecutor
Won’t 25-to-life ourselves
We bout that moolah, rich shooters
You getting money
Got a body then you one of us trust
You getting money
Got a body then you one of us
Calculating, touching money
These niggas masturbating
Tailored clothes, fashion magazines
They fascinated double-M umbrella
The feds call it tax shelter hit a million
They conspire to send the rats at you
Cha-cha-cha-cha, slide
Catch me on that other side
Foreign cars, private jets
High rate of homicide
Marc Jacobs chocolate diamonds
They for my white bitch
Atheist, but her pussy could be so righteous
Follow the rules
Never let a man take your jewels
And if he do
Double back make sure he make the news
It ain’t arrest
They ain’t a pussy til it’s time to bust
You gettin’ money
Got a body then you one of us
You gettin’ money
Got a body then you one of us trust
You gettin’ money
Got a body then you one of us
Dice game, head crackers, time to get it back
Only one in the studio that could get a pack
Raw deal, rob a nigga like it's on my appeal
Closest friends do us best
Regardless how I feel
Went to the lot and got ‘em
Bitches on the same day
Straight to the jeweler
And did the watches the same way
Young sav on face time, talking cake time
Next crib I build got to cross state lines
Niggas hate how I wear my heart on my sleeve
And half the team
Got the choppers with the shoulder slings
It ain’t a rust
Stay in the trap til you a hundred up
You gettin’ money
Got a body then you one of us
You gettin’ money
Got a body then you one of us
You gettin’ money
Got a body then you one of us
Mess around and die before 21 out here
Mamas stressing
Seen them ratchets in the dresser
She not asking questions
She seen the vests and seen other
Kids in the casket restin'
Weed so loud they got surround sound
Smoking good shit cause they tryna take
Me back to some hood shit
Any club, any fly affair
If they start shooting all they
Remember is Nas was there
Some homies of yours bangin’ affiliation
On their personal time
Conflict with business can hurt down the line
It’s something that you ain’t have
Nothing to do with
Your man confrontation end up getting you hit
Learn how to draw the line from
When we hang with the shooters
Strippers, dealers and killers
Leeches and opportunists
Where I come from it’s ruthless
Air you out from the Ubers
Tutored by coke movers, put holes through ya'
You wouldn’t get that from me though
You’d overlook me
Looking like I just get to that
Money and stay in some pussy
Got a pretty real dope life
Fly nigga from the other side, hecklers, PKs
9’s and 45’s
762’s, deer hunting rifle shells
Life is hell pussy sweeter than wine tasting
But we won’t self-indict ourselves
Be our own prosecutor
Won’t 25-to-life ourselves
We bout that moolah, rich shooters
You getting money
Got a body then you one of us trust
You getting money
Got a body then you one of us
Calculating, touching money
These niggas masturbating
Tailored clothes, fashion magazines
They fascinated double-M umbrella
The feds call it tax shelter hit a million
They conspire to send the rats at you
Cha-cha-cha-cha, slide
Catch me on that other side
Foreign cars, private jets
High rate of homicide
Marc Jacobs chocolate diamonds
They for my white bitch
Atheist, but her pussy could be so righteous
Follow the rules
Never let a man take your jewels
And if he do
Double back make sure he make the news
It ain’t arrest
They ain’t a pussy til it’s time to bust
You gettin’ money
Got a body then you one of us
You gettin’ money
Got a body then you one of us trust
You gettin’ money
Got a body then you one of us
Dice game, head crackers, time to get it back
Only one in the studio that could get a pack
Raw deal, rob a nigga like it's on my appeal
Closest friends do us best
Regardless how I feel
Went to the lot and got ‘em
Bitches on the same day
Straight to the jeweler
And did the watches the same way
Young sav on face time, talking cake time
Next crib I build got to cross state lines
Niggas hate how I wear my heart on my sleeve
And half the team
Got the choppers with the shoulder slings
It ain’t a rust
Stay in the trap til you a hundred up
You gettin’ money
Got a body then you one of us
You gettin’ money
Got a body then you one of us
You gettin’ money
Got a body then you one of us