Nas / One Mic
All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
One prayer - tell God forgive for one sin
Matter fact maybe more than one, look back
at all the hatred against me, f*** alla them
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-two shots
from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin is fair, n****z roll up, shootin from wheelchairs
My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let the s*** slide for too many years, too many times
Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines
If y'all n****z really wit me get busy load up the semis
Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty
There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust
Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut
THAT WE TAKE THESE B****ES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN
CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY N**** THE TIME IS NOW!!