One Love



publisher: ©HAL LEONARD CORPORATION , Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Dennis Afram, Eelco Kastermans, Ross Williams, Vivian Augustus Jones
album: Track 7 in album Illmatic
release date: 1994-4-19
popularity : 11 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Conscious/Boom Bap
length: 5:25
producer: Q‐Tip
engineer: Tim Latham

Album Information

label: Columbia
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 074645768427
script: Latin

Cover Art

Nas Illmatic cover art


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What up kid? I know **** is rough doing your bid
**** it black, no time for looking back it's done
I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?
Flip it, talk about he acts too rough
I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
Plus little rob is selling drugs all the time
At night time there's more trife than ever
If so then hold the fort, now I represent to the fullest
I left a half a hundred in your commissary
One what? one love
Dear born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking
The ***** you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
And he be pumping on your block
And now they run together, what up son, whatever
When I heard you blew a ***** with the ? for a phone piece
Better chill 'cause them *****sz will put that *** on fire
I maintain when you come home the corner's ours
When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks
Your brother's buck whylin' in four Maine he wrote me
So stay civilized, time flies
I hate it when your mum cries
I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs

Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
**** a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails while I'm sleeping
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
****ing with the corners have a ***** up in belle vue
A future in a maximum state pen is grim
Do I roll them two phillies together and the friends we call them oowops
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce
Started coughing when I peeked to watch me speak
We was chillin' on these *****es where he pumped his loose cracks
Keeps me blasted he starts talking mad ****
'cause when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the cool one
Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
If the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then froze only the bolder herb smoke through my nose
There's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
Keep an eye out for jake shorty what


Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 The Genesis
  • 2 N.Y. State of Mind
  • 3 Life’s a Bitch
  • 4 The World Is Yours
  • 5 Halftime
  • 6 Memory Lane (Sittin’ in da Park)
  • 7 One Love
  • 8 One Time 4 Your Mind
  • 9 Represent
  • 10 It Ain’t Hard to Tell