One Love - Intellectual

[Produced by Q-Tip]

[Intro]

Word is bond, you got six minutes on that jack kid or shit is real

Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo

You gon' check shit out, man

Ayo god man, give me a cigarette

Yo here you go, here you go, here you go

Check it out, man, check out what I got here, man

What is that, what? What's that?

Yo it's a letter I got from my man Nas, man

Word is bond, yo yo

What it say, kid?

[Verse 1: Nas]

What up, kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid

When the cops came, you shoulda slid to my crib

Fuck it, black, no time for lookin' back, it's done

Plus, congratulations, you know you got a son

I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya?

Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper

Flippin', talkin' about he acts too rough

He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff

I was like, "Yeah," shorty don't care, she a snake too

Fuckin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you

But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?

Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach

It's bugged—plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dime

Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry nines

And night time is more trife than ever

What up with Cormega? Did you see him? Are y'all together?

If so, then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest

Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet

I left a half a hundred in your commissary

You was my nigga when push came to shove (One what?) One love!

[Refrain: Q-Tip]

One love, one love, one love, one love

[Verse 2: Nas]

Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong

Out in New York, the same shit is goin' on

The crackheads stalkin', loudmouths is talkin'

Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin'

That nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' somethin'

Word to mother, I heard him frontin'

And he be pumpin' 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'ma put it to a cease

But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece

Wildin' on the Island, but now in Elmira

Better chill, 'cause them niggas will put that ass on fire

Last time you wrote, you said they tried you in the showers

But maintain, when you come home, the corner's ours

On the reals, all these crab niggas 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 sent you flicks

Your brother's buckwildin' in 4-Main, he wrote me

He might beat his case, 'til he come home, I'll play it lowkey

So stay civilized, time flies, though incarcerated, your mind dive

I hate it when your moms cries

It kinda makes me want to murder, for real-a

I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, but one love

[Refrain: Q-Tip]

One love, one love, one love, one love

[Verse 3: Nas]

Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack

Mind's in another world, thinkin', "How can we exist through the facts?"

Written in school textbooks, bibles, et cetera

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 weekend, hittin' L's while I'm sleepin'

A two-day stay, you may say I needed time alone

To relax my dome, no phone, left the nine at home

You see the streets had me stressed somethin' terrible

Fuckin' with them corners have a nigga up in Bellevue

Or HDM, hit with numbers from eight to ten

A future in a maximum state pen is grim

So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop

Rollin' two phillies together, in the 'Bridge, we call 'em "oo-wops"

He said, "Nas, niggas caught me bustin' off the roof

So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tre deuce"

He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was 'sleep

Started coughin', one eye peeked to watch me speak

I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black

We was chillin' on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks

I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard

Keeps me blasted and starts talkin' mad shit

I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him

'Cause when the pistol blows, the one that's murdered be the cool one

Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up

Could have caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up

Mistakes happen, so take heed, never bust up

At the crowd, catch him solo, make the right man bleed

Shorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul

Only 12, tryna tell me that he liked my style

Then I rose, wipin' the blunt's ash from my clothes

Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose

And told my little man I'ma ghost, I broze

Left some jewels in his 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 wop, one love

[Refrain: Q-Tip]

One love, one love, one love, one love

[Outro: Nas]

To all my niggas locked up

From Queensbridge and all over

And to my man Goon, one love

To my man Herb, one love

To my man Lake Luciano, one love

Can't forget my motherfuckin' heart, Big Bo, one love

(One love, one love, one love, one love)

To Oogie, yeah, one love

(One Love)