One Love

Whattup kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid

When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib

Fuck 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

Fucking 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 commisary

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' 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'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 (dies)

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

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 week

and hittin nails 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

Fuckin 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 helpin 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 when I peeked to watch me speak

I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black

We was chillin' on these bitches 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

'cos when the pistol blows that's when a murder be the cool one

Tough luck when niggaz are struck, families fucked up

could've cought your man, but didn't look when you bucked up

Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up

if 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