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 Verse One: 
 
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 
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 niggaz from that fake crew that hate you 
but yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? 
jeromes niece, on her way home from joes beaches club 
plus little rob is selling drugs all the time 
hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's 
at night time there's more trife than ever 
Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together? 
if so then hold the fort, now i represent to the fullest 
say whassup to herb, ice and bullet 
I left a half a hundred in your commisary 
You was my nigga when push came to shove 
One what? one love 
 
Verse Two: 
 
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 
the 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 
when i heard you blew a nigga with the [???] for a phone piece 
whylin' on the island but now with [???] 
better chill 'cos them niggaz 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 reels, all these crab niggaz 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 [???] 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 civilised, 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 
for one love 
 
Verse Three: 
 
sometimes i sit back with a budda 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 belle vue 
or h.d.m., 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 had to school him, told him don't let niggaz fool him 
'cos when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one 
tough luck when niggaz are struck, families fucked up 
could've cought 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 
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 
 
  
            
 
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