One Love cover
One Love cover

One Love
byNas
Lyrics Meanings

Hip-Hop/Rap
2014
750

One Love Lyrics

What up kid? I know shit is rough after you slid
When the cops came you should of slid to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done
Plus congratulations, 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, your girl don't care, she a snake too
Messin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hates you
But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones beach club
Plus little rob is selling drugs all the time
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's
More trife than ever
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
If so then hold the fort down represent to the fullest
Say whats up to herb, ice and bullet
I left a half a hundred in your commissary
You was my dog when push came to shove
One what? One love

One love

Dear born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York the same shit is going on
The crack-heads talking
Check out the story yesterday when I was walking
The kid that 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 on a
When I heard you blew a dude and a, for a phone piece
Wilin' on the island but now with Elvira
Better chill niggas will put that ass 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 real, all these crab dudes 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 hit your flicks
Your brother's buck wilin' 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
Incarcerated your mind dies
I hate it when your mom 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

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
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 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
Fucking with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue
Or H, hit with numbers from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's helping shorty
Do I roll them two phillies together and the friends we call them oowops
He said nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce
He inhailed 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 talking mad shit
I told him don't let niggas fool him
'Cause when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the
Tough luck when niggas are, families fucked up
Could've caught 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 the bolder herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man that I'm a go cyprose
Left some jewels, he can sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from Nas try to rise up above
Keep an eye out for jakes shorty what
One love (real shit)

Writer(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: HAROLD LILLY JR, ALICIA AUGELLO-COOK, MARK BATSON, KASEEM DEAN, JAMES HEATH, NASIR JONES
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