One love, one love, one thug

One nation, twenty-one gun salute



I''m hopin my true motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

To the truest shit I ever spoke



Twenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots

Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops

This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me

Talkin bout he left the hospital took five like me

You living fantasies, nigga I reject your deposit

We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet

Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out

Next time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouth

Peep me, I take this war shit deeply

Done seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me

Puffy lets be honest you a punk or you will see me with gloves

Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein a thug

You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want

But you and I know