Nas — One on One

[Verse 1] 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 in Legends, cracks in the streets Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers Never sober, takin' over, my blood is colder Niggas respect violence so I become it I'm from it, I even done it blunted, so run it [Interlude] 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] Yeah, 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 Yeah, imagine that, no gun, no knife It's a one on one, now we got to fight, yeah Yeah, imagine this: no gun, no knife It's a one on one, son… [Verse 2] 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 infs 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 I walk at piece with a deadly shadow They want to blow me with the double barrel, foul, no sorrow I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in the thinker, dome Make hell your new home, with the blue chrome Mid-State wants me, suave 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 Duelin' with the devil, a rebel, a fool [Chorus] Imagine this: no guns, no knife Just a one on one so now we gots to fight, son Imagine this: no gun, no knife Just 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… Yeah, take it to the bridge – Queensbridge [Interlude] 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 3] I hear Jake walkie-talkies in my sleep Marked money I keep, play the benches all week I visualize Coups, alligators in suits Elevators in my mansion that rises to the roof Sippin' 80 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 [Outro] 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 Ain't no half steppin' out here That's how we do out here in the street fight!