Talib Kweli, Jae Millz, Oh No - One Two lyrics
[Talib Kweli, Jae Millz, Oh No - One Two lyrics]
One time for the hustlers
Everyday block hunters by any means necessary
Out to get that money even
If they on crutches tryna to ride foreign
Coupes instead of city buses
And two times for the greens
That keep it tie and clean when
They kin in the bin hold a nigga down like a
Thousand pound ankle bracelet
When that love is real look
You be killing places
Nigga you fit in to the front
So you can see where I’m from before
I tell you what I want and I want it all
I spit summer heat all through the winter
‘Cause when I spring to the
Top I don’t wanna fall
All I’m in this bitch RIP Big L
Brooklyn in this bitch RIP BIG as well
And ride to the studio I bump life after
I walk into the booth and
Kill shit right after
One time for the guns
One time for the butter
We spread it like parkay
One time for the hunters
One time for the prey that’s running
One time for the prey that almost got away
Two times for the rappers
Two times for the singers
Two times for the players
Two times for the ringers
To string us to be dodging the wires
To share bubbles and the problems
Who they are to say
They say you fucking up the game
You swear it isn’t you
Ain’t no subliminals but where if
It fit the shoe
It’s sorta cute of these rappers
Tryin’ to be a natural my attribute
Give me your type acolytes
When I’m passing through
I got draft, whipping is so priceless
Don’t need your permission
A New York nigga with no license
Soon I might submit that you ackle me
Force honesty, better than force modesty
One time for my thug niggers
Is smartest then nerds
One time for my hood sub fading the ‘burbs
Two times for the motherfucker
That’s hating our nerf
Tell ‘em bite on the curp
Two times for the herbs when
They working my nerves
Put your money where your mouth is
Nigga then change your words
I be hearing with a curve
It ain’t nobody skirt
Till we run into the city
Like rebels out in divert
Pick a side, any side it’s like the war zone
They televise beef to let you
Know the war zone
I see shots, numbs niggers like quarter zones
They be acting hard but your
Body lacks a chromosome
MJ is like I’m playing on a quarter dome
‘Cause their style’s dumb like tripping
Over a cordless phone
I should hang ‘em up with that same chords
They acting like they don’t know
What the brain’s for nigga
Everyday block hunters by any means necessary
Out to get that money even
If they on crutches tryna to ride foreign
Coupes instead of city buses
And two times for the greens
That keep it tie and clean when
They kin in the bin hold a nigga down like a
Thousand pound ankle bracelet
When that love is real look
You be killing places
Nigga you fit in to the front
So you can see where I’m from before
I tell you what I want and I want it all
I spit summer heat all through the winter
‘Cause when I spring to the
Top I don’t wanna fall
All I’m in this bitch RIP Big L
Brooklyn in this bitch RIP BIG as well
And ride to the studio I bump life after
I walk into the booth and
Kill shit right after
One time for the guns
One time for the butter
We spread it like parkay
One time for the hunters
One time for the prey that’s running
One time for the prey that almost got away
Two times for the rappers
Two times for the singers
Two times for the players
Two times for the ringers
To string us to be dodging the wires
To share bubbles and the problems
Who they are to say
They say you fucking up the game
You swear it isn’t you
Ain’t no subliminals but where if
It fit the shoe
It’s sorta cute of these rappers
Tryin’ to be a natural my attribute
Give me your type acolytes
When I’m passing through
I got draft, whipping is so priceless
Don’t need your permission
A New York nigga with no license
Soon I might submit that you ackle me
Force honesty, better than force modesty
One time for my thug niggers
Is smartest then nerds
One time for my hood sub fading the ‘burbs
Two times for the motherfucker
That’s hating our nerf
Tell ‘em bite on the curp
Two times for the herbs when
They working my nerves
Put your money where your mouth is
Nigga then change your words
I be hearing with a curve
It ain’t nobody skirt
Till we run into the city
Like rebels out in divert
Pick a side, any side it’s like the war zone
They televise beef to let you
Know the war zone
I see shots, numbs niggers like quarter zones
They be acting hard but your
Body lacks a chromosome
MJ is like I’m playing on a quarter dome
‘Cause their style’s dumb like tripping
Over a cordless phone
I should hang ‘em up with that same chords
They acting like they don’t know
What the brain’s for nigga