One yea yea

Yo all I need is one mic, one beat
one stage, one nigga front my face or in 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, 1 sip will 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 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 times 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 Ima 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 a police chase, street sweepers and coppers
sick of kids with no conscience leaving victims with doctors
if your really think your ready to die when 9'z out
this is what Nas is bout, nigga the time is now

yo 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 one blunt, one page, and one pen
one prayer, tell God to forgive me for 1 sin
matter fact maybe more then 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 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 wheel chairs 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'z
too many 9'z if y'all niggas really wit me
get busy load up the semi'z
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
led flying, feel it? I feel it in my gut
now we take these bitches to 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 will move on you only if they know what your weakness is
I have none, too late to grab guns I blast them
cause I ma 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
bitches 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
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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