One Mic

One Mic




Street Dreams (Bonus Verse)

Street Dreams (Bonus Verse)

It Was Written (Expanded Edition)



Turn my headphones up Nothing's gonna stop me now Nothing baby I'm here now We're here, it's your world Yea, Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage, One nigga frontin 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. Writtin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit, mad dollars, who I'm gonna body this hood politics? Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages. Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us. Police watch us, roll up and try knocking us, one knee I ducked, could it be my time is up? With my luck I got up, the cops shot again. Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken, ricochetin between the spots that I'm hiding in. Blacking out as I shoot back, fuck gettin' hit. This is my hood I'ma rep till the death of it til everybody come home little niggas is grown hood rats don't abortion your womb we need more warriors soon sent from the stars, sun, and the moon and its like police chasers, street sweepers and coppers stick of kids with no conscience leaving victims with doctors if you really think you're ready to die, with nines out this is what Nas is bout, nigga the time is now all I need is one mic all I need is one mic all I need is one mic all I need is one mic all I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen one prayer, tell God to forgive me for 1 sin matter fact maybe more than one look back at all the hatred against me fuck all of them, Jesus died at age 33 that's 33 shots from twin glocks, that's 16 a piece, that's 32 which means, one my of guns was holdin 17 27 hit your crew 6 went into you everybody gotta die sometime hope your funeral never get shot up bullets tear through the innocent nothing is fair niggas roll up shooting from wheelchairs my heart is racing tasting revenge in the air I let this shit slide for too many years too many times now I'm strapped with a couple of mac's too many nines if Y'all niggas really with me get busy load up the semi's do more then just hold it explode the clip until you empty there's nothing in our way they bust we bust, they rust we rust lead flying, feel it? I feel it in my gut now we take these bitches to the war Lie em down cause we stronger now my nigga the time is now all I need is one mic all I need is one mic all I need is one mic all I need is one mic all I need is one life, one try, one breath in one man what I stand for speaks for itself they don't understand don't wanna see me on top too egotistical, talking all that slick shit the same way these bitches do wonder what's my secrets is niggas'll move on you only if they know what your weakness is I have none; too late to grab guns, I'm blasting cause I'm a cool nigga, thought I wouldn't have that ass done fooled you niggas, what you call a infinite brawl eternal souls clashing, war gets deep some beef is everlasting, complete with thick scars brothers knifing each other, up in prison yards drama, where does it start you know the block was ill as a youngster every night it was like a cop would get killed body found in the dumpster for real a hustler purchased my range niggas throwing dirt on my name jealous cause fiends got their work and complain Bitche left me cause they thought I was finished shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence Diamonds are blindin , I never make the same mistakes moving with the change of pace, a lighter load, see now the king is straight swelling my melon cause none of these niggas real heard he was, telling police, how can a kingpin squeal this is crazy I'm on the right track I'm finally found you need some soul searching the time is now all I need is one mic all I need is one mic all I need is one mic all I need is one mic
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