One On One Lyrics by Nas

One On One

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!