Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood, mixed with
151, one sip'll make a nigga flip
Writin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit
Mad violence who I'm gon' body,
leave bodies chopped in garbage's
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us, roll up and try knockin' us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
a fiend drops his Heineken
Richochetin' between the spots
Blackin' out as I shoot back,
This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it
'Til everybody come home,
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb,
we need more warriors soon
Sent from the star, sun and the moon
In this life of police chases,
street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience,
leavin' victims with doctors
If you really think you ready to die with 9s out
This is what Nas is 'bout,
All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
One prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin
Matter of fact, maybe more than one,
At all the hatred against me, fuck all of them
there's thirty-three shots
From twin Glocks there's sixteen apiece,
Which means, one of my guns was holdin' 17
Twenty- seven hit your crew,
Everybody gotta die sometime,
bullets tear through the innocent
Nothing is fair, niggas roll up,
shootin' from wheelchairs
My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air
I let the shit slide for too many years,
Now I'm strapped with a couple of MACs,
If y'all niggas really with me,
get busy, load up the semis
Do more than just hold it,
explode the clip until you empty
There's nothin' in our way,
they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush
That we take these bitches to war,
my nigga, the time is now
All I need is one life, one try, one breath,
What I stand for speaks for itself,
Talkin' all that slick shit
the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is,
Only if they know what your weakness is,
I'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn't have that ass done?
What you call a infinite brawl,
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin'
Complete with thick scars,
brothers knifin' each other
Up in prison yards, drama,
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a
body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range,
niggas throwin' dirt on my name
Jealous 'cause fiends got
Bitches left me 'cause they thought
Shoulda knew she wasn't true,
when her man caught a sentence
I never make the same mistakes
Movin' with a change of pace, lighter load,
see now the king is straight
'cause none of these niggas real
tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I'm on the right track,
You need some soul searchin',
5.0
