One Love (feat. Q-Tip)

Word is bond! You got six millions on that jack hero, this shit is real
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, check this shit out, man
Aiyyo, God, give me a cigarette man!
Yo! Here you go, here you go, here you go, come on!
Check it out man, check out what I got here, man
(You know I got to check this, what is that?)
Yo, this some letter I've got from my man Nas, man word is bond!
(What it said, kid?)

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid
When the cops came you should of 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 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 Joe's beaches club
Plus little rob is selling drugs all the time
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's

At nighttime 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 nigga when push came to shove
One what? One love

One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, 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 stalking, loud-mouths is talking
Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking
That 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'm a put it to a cease
But I heard you blew a nigga a ox for a phone piece
Whylin' on the island, but now in Elmira
Better chill 'cause them niggas will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
Or maintain when you come home the corner's ours
On the reels, all these crab niggas know the deal
When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal

But chill, see you on the next VI
I gave your mom duke's 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 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 but one love

One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, 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 nine at home

You see the streets have me stressed something terrible
Fucking with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue
Or H-D-M, hit with numbers from eight to ten
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, niggas cold be bustin' off the roof

So I wear a bulletproof 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 talking mad shit

I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him
'Cause when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
Tough luck when niggas are struck, 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 12 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 Cyprus
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

One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love (to all my niggas locked up)
One love, one love, one love, one love (from Queen bridge and all over)

One love, one love, one love, one love (to my man Goon, one love)
One love, one love, one love, one love (to my man Herb, one love)
One love, one love, one love, one love (to my man Lake Gucciano, one love)
One love, one love, one love, one love (can't forget my motherfuckin' heart, Big Bo, one love)

One love, one love, one love, one love (to Oogie)
One love, one love, one love, one love (yeah, one love)
One love