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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 do…
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 Flippin', talk 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 Fuckin' 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 Jones beach, it's bugged Plus little Rob is selling 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 crack-heads stalkin', loud-mouths is talkin' Hold, check out the story yesterday, when I was walkin' The nigga 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 Wilin' 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 ya flicks Your brother's buck wilin' in four Maine, he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come home I'll play it low key So stay civilised, time flies Though incarcerated, your mind dies I hate it when your moms cries It kinda wants to make me 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' "How can we exist through the facts?" Written in school text books, Bibles, etcetera Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed So I be ghost for my projects I take my pen and pad for the weekend Hittin' Ls 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 HDM, hit with numbers from eight to ten 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 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 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, he starts talkin' mad shit I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him 'Cause when the pistol blows the one that's murdered 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 At 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, wipin' the blunts 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 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, 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
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