paroles de chanson One of Us - Nas , Rick Ross
You
could
die
young
out
here
Mess
around
and
die
before
21
out
here
Mamas
stressing,
seen
them
ratchets
in
the
dresser
She
not
asking
questions
She
seen
the
vests
and
seen
other
kids
in
the
casket
resting
Weed
so
loud
they
got
surround
sound
Smoking
good
shit
cause
they
tryna
take
me
back
to
some
hood
shit
Any
club,
any
fly
fair
If
they
start
shooting
all
they
remember
is
Nas
was
there
Some
homies
of
yours
bangin'
affiliation
on
their
personal
time
Conflict
with
business
can
hurt
down
the
line
It's
something
that
you
ain't
have
nothing
to
do
with
Your
man
conversation
end
up
getting
you
hit
Learn
how
to
draw
the
line
from
when
we
hang
with
the
shooters
Strippers,
dealers
and
killers,
leaches
and
opportunists
Where
I
come
from
it's
ruthless,
air
you
out
from
the
Ubers
Tutored
by
coke
movers,
put
holes
through
ya'
You
wouldn't
get
that
from
me
though,
you'd
overlook
me
Looking
like
I
just
get
to
that
money
and
stay
in
some
pussy
Got
a
pretty
real
dope
life
Fly
nigga
from
the
other
side,
hecklers,
PKs,
9's
and
.45's
7.62's,
deer-hunting
rifle
shells,
life
is
hell
Pussy
sweeter
than
wine
tasting
But
we
won't
self-indict
ourselves
Be
our
own
prosecutor,
won't
25-to-life
ourselves
We
bout
that
moolah,
rich
shooters
You
getting
money,
got
a
body
then
you
one
of
us
Trust
You
getting
money,
got
a
body
then
you
one
of
us
Calculating,
touching
money,
these
niggas
masturbating
Tailored
clothes,
fashion
magazines,
they
fascinated
Double-M
umbrella,
the
feds
call
it
tax
shelter
Hit
a
million,
they
conspire
to
send
the
rats
at
you
Cha-cha-cha-cha,
slide,
catch
me
on
that
other
side
Foreign
cars,
private
jets,
high
rate
of
homicide
Marc
Jacobs
chocolate
diamonds,
they
for
my
white
bitch
Atheist,
but
her
pussy
could
be
so
righteous
Follow
the
rules,
never
let
a
man
take
your
jewels
And
if
he
do,
double
back
make
sure
he
make
the
news
It
ain't
arrest,
they
ain't
a
pussy
til
it's
time
to
bust
You
gettin'
money,
got
a
body
then
you
one
of
us
You
gettin'
money,
got
a
body
then
you
one
of
us
Trust
You
gettin'
money,
got
a
body
then
you
one
of
us
Dice
game,
head
crackers,
time
to
get
it
back
Only
one
in
the
studio
that
could
get
a
pack
Raw
deal,
rob
a
nigga
like
it's
on
my
appeal
Closest
friends
do
us
best,
regardless
how
I
feel
Went
to
the
line
and
got
'em
bitches
on
the
same
day
Straight
to
the
jeweler,
and
did
the
watches
the
same
way
Young
sav
on
face
time,
talking
cake
time
Next
crib
I
build
got
to
cross
state
lines
Niggas
hate
how
I
wear
my
heart
on
my
sleeve
And
half
the
team,
got
the
choppers
with
the
shoulder
slings
It
ain't
a
rust,
stay
in
the
trap
til
you
a
hundred
up
You
gettin'
money,
got
a
body
then
you
one
of
us
You
gettin'
money,
got
a
body
then
you
one
of
us
You
gettin'
money,
got
a
body
then
you
one
of
us
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