Nas Lyrics

Album: Unknown

One On One Lyrics

Verse One: 

In the Rotten Apple take a bite taste the worm 

Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn 

Coke connection drug bust graveyards where thugs rest 

I keep my mug blessed the evil is illegal substance sold 

Roll mob deep guns in the black Jeep 

Mac 11's and legends cracks in the streets 

Patroller gold money folder gun happy soldiers 

Never sober takin over my blood is colder 

Niggaz respect violence so I become it 

I'm from it, I even done it blunted so run it 

Yeah son, you know what this is 

Take it off [come on dunn, don't even come at me like that] 

[dunn, come on dunn] 

Chorus: 

Imagine this, no guns no knife 

It's a one on one so now we gots to fight, son 

Imagine this, no gun no knife 

It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah 

Imagine that, no gun no knife 

It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah 

Imagine this, no gun no knife 

It's a one on one, son 

Verse Two: 

Yo I'm a cream fiend, with a mean dream 

Brain full of schemes, my crew's rollin fresh out the greens 

Give you what you never seen, the ips on the Mac-10 

It's 2:10 in the A.M. in the streets of Queens 

Try hard and die hard 

Chances of survivin the game is like tryin to feed Allah lard 

A walk a piece with a deadly shadow 

They want to blow me with the double barrel, found no sorrow 

I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in a thinker 

Don't make hell your new home, with the blue chrome 

Mistakes want me, sauve fellow but raunchy 

The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the country 

But only to shed tears for years 

Too wild for my own self, hopin help is near 

Street Fightin was cool but in school I brought a new tool 

Toolin with the devil, a rebel, a fool 

Chorus: 

Imagine this no guns no knife 

Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah 

Imagine this no gun no knife 

Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah 

Imagine this no gun no knife 

Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah 

Imagine this no gun no knife 

Just a one on one, a one on one 

Yeah, take it to the bridge -- Queensbridge 

Yo whassup money? [Yo yo do you remember this face?] 

[Yeah yeah yeah, run these, run these] 

*sounds of brawl* [Break you down! Get broke!] 

[No hands, run that, run that, run that, no hands] 

Verse Three: 

I hear Jake walkie-talkies in my sleep 

Marked money I keep, play the bitches all week 

I visualize Coups, alligators in suits 

Elevators in my mansion that rises to the roof 

Sippin eighty proof, watchin Juice, but hold up 

I see some brothers tryin to roll up, wishin I could fold up 

It's hard to see their faces in they hoodies, I better boogie 

Too late, I tried to swing when they jigged me, I'm out... 

Yeah yeah kid, don't front, 360 degrees, knowhatI'msayin? 

That's how it comes back at you. Queensbridge, that's how we live. 

South side, all that. New York, light it up, light it up. 

Yo yo you saw how I snuffed that kid? [Yeah I saw that, I saw that] 

You know how we steppin. That's how we do out here in the street fight!