Love To One

作词 : Jonathan Davis/Jimmy Heath/Nasir Jones

作曲 : Jonathan Davis/Jimmy Heath/Nasir Jones

What up, kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid

When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib

**** it, black, no time for lookin' back, it's done

Plus, congratulations, you know you got a son

I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya?

Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper

Flippin', talkin' about he acts too rough

He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff

I was like, "Yeah," shorty don't care, she a snake too

****ing with them 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 Jones Beach

It's bugged, plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dime

Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry 9's

And night time is more trife than ever

What up with Cormega? Did you see him? Are y'all together?

If so, then hold the fort down, 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 goin' on

The crackheads stalkin', loudmouths is talkin'

Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin'

That b***h you shot last year tried to appear

Like he hurtin' somethin'

Word to mother, I heard him frontin'

And he be pumpin' 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

Wildin' 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

But maintain, when you come home the corner's ours

On the reals, 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 V-I

I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks

Your brother's buckwildin' in 4-Main, he wrote me

He might beat his case, 'til he come home he'll play it lowkey

So stay civilized, time flies

Though incarcerated your mind dies

I hate it when your moms cries

It kinda makes me want to murder, for reala

I 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, thinkin'

Mind's in another world, thinkin'

"How can we exist through the facts?"

Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera

**** a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-e

So I be ghost from my projects

I take my pen and pad for the weekend

Hittin' L's 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 had me stressed somethin' terrible

****ing with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevu

Or HDM, hit with numbers from 8 to 10

A future in a maximum state pen is grim

So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop

Rollin' two phillies together: in the Bridge we call 'em oo-wops

He said: "Nas, niggas caught me bustin' off the roo

So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tre-deuce."

He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep

Started coughin', one eye peeked to watch me speak

I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black

We was chillin' on these benches

Where he pumped his loose cracks

I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard

Keeps me blasted and starts talkin' mad shit

I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool hi

‘Cause when the pistol blows

The one that's murdered be the cool one

Tough luck when niggas are struck, families ****ed u

Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up

Mistakes happen, so take heed, never bust up

At the crowd, catch him solo, make the right man bleed

Shorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul

Only twelve, tryin' to tell me that he liked my style

Then I rose, wipin' the blunt's ash from my clothes

Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose

And told my little man I'ma ghost, I broze

Left some jewels in his 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 Wop, one love

One love, one love, one love, one love

One love, one love, one love, one love

To all my niggas locked u

From Queensbridge and all over

To my man , one love

To my man , one love

To my man , one love

Can't forget my mother****ing heart, Big , one lov

To , yeah, one love