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