ONE MIC
Artist: Nas
#96
Lyrics:
One time, yeah, yeah
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
One god to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sip’ll make a nigga flip
Writing names on my hollow tips, plotting shit
Mad violence who I’m gon’ body, this hood politics
Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbage’s
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knocking us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Ricocheting between the spots that I’m hiding in
Blacking out as I shoot back, fuck getting hit! {*more sirens*}
This is my hood I’ma rep, to the death of it
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