Lyrics One Love (One L Main Mix) - Nas , Sadat X
what
up
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
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
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,
now
i
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
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
Roll
the
two
phillies
together
and
the
friends
we
call
them
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
1 Memory Lane (Sittin' in da Park)
2 One Love (LG main mix)
3 Life's a Bitch (Arsenal mix)
4 I'm a Villain
5 It Ain't Hard to Tell (Remix)
6 Halftime
7 One Love (One L Main Mix)
8 The World Is Yours (Tip mix)
9 Halftime (Butcher Remix)
10 The Genesis
11 N.Y. State of Mind
12 Life's a Bitch
13 One Love
14 One Time 4 Your Mind
15 Represent
16 I'm a Villain
17 The Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito Show on WKCR October 28, 1993
18 Halftime (Butcher Remix)
19 Life's a Bitch (Arsenal Mix)
20 One Love (One L main mix)
21 It Ain't Hard to Tell (Remix)
22 It Ain't Hard to Tell (The Stink mix)
23 It Ain't Hard to Tell (The Laidback remix)
24 The World Is Yours (Tip mix)
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