OneLove

One Love (LG Main Mix|Explicit) - Nas

Written by：J. Davis

What up kid I know sh*t is rough doing your bid

When the cops came you should of slid to my crib

F**k 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

Flip it 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

F**king with the 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 Joes beaches club

Plus little rob is selling *** all the time

Hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's

At night time there's more trife than ever

What up with cormega did you see 'em are y'all together

If so then hold the fort now I 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 ni**a when push came to shove

One what one love

Dear born you'll be out soon stay strong

Out in New York the same sh*t is going on

The crack heads stalking loud mouths is talking

Hold check out the story yesterday when I was walking

The ni**a 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'm a put it to a cease

When I heard you blew a ni**a with the for a phone piece

Whylin' on the island but now with

Better chill' cause them niggasz will put that a** on fire

Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers

I 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 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 civilized 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 etcetera

F**k a school lecture the lies get me vexeder

So I be ghost from my projects

I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails while I'm sleeping

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 something terrible