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    [Instrumental Music]       NAS (rapping):    What up, kid?   
    You know **** is rough after you    slid When the cops came you    shoulda slid to my       crib **** 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,' your girl don't care,       she a snake too messin' with    them ****s 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 dog when push    came to shove (One what?)       One love!   
    One love, one love,    one love, one love       NAS: We used to write    letters to each other!   
    Now they email you    from jail, right?   
    Yeah.   
    One love, one love,    one love, one love       Yeah.   
    One love, one love,    one love, one love