Nas - One Love lyrics

What up
Kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid
When the cops came you shoulda
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' about he acts too rough
He didn't listen
He be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff
I was like, "yeah, " shorty don't care
She a snake too
Fuckin' with them niggas 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
Sellin' drugs on the dime
Hangin' out with young thugs
That all carry 9's
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 nigga when push came to shove
(One what?) One love!

One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love

Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York the same shit is goin' on
The crackheads stalkin'
Loudmouths is talkin'
Hold, check out the story yesterday
When I was walkin'
That nigga you shot last year tried to appear
Like he hurtin' somethin'
Word to mother, I heard him frontin'
And he be pumpin' 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
Wildin' on the Island, but now in Elmira
Better chill
‘cause them niggas 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 reals
All these crab niggas 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 buckwildin' in 4-Main
He wrote me he might beat his case
'til he come home I'll play it lowkey
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
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love

Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world, thinkin'
"How can we exist through the facts?"
Written in school text books, bibles
Et cetera fuck 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 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 had
Me stressed somethin' terrible
Fuckin' with the corners have a
Nigga up in Bellevue
Or HDM, hit with numbers from eight 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 call 'em "oo-wops"
He said: "Nas
Niggas caught me bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bulletproof and
Pack a black tre-deuce" he inhaled so deep
Shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughin'
One eye peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like The Mack
My army suit was black
We was chillin' on these benches
Where he pumped his loose cracks
I took the L when he passed it
This little bastard
Keeps me blasted and starts talkin' mad shit
I had to school him
Told him don't let niggas fool him
‘Cause when the pistol blows
The one that's murdered be the cool one
Tough luck when niggas are struck
Families fucked 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 12
Tryin' to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose
Wipin' the blunt's ash from my clothes
Then froze
Only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man I'ma 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
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love

To all my niggas locked up
From Queensbridge and all over

To my man Herb, one love