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Talib Kweli - Текст песни One Two
(Verse 1)
 One time for the husslers
 Everyday block hunters by any means necessary
 Out to get that money even if they on crutches
 Tryna to ride foreign, coupes instead of city buses
 And two times for the greens
 That keep it tie and clean when they kin in the bin
 Hold a nigga down like a thousand pound ankle bracelet
 When that love is real look you be killing places
 Nigga you fit in to the front
 So you can see where I'm from before I tell you what I want
 And I want it all,
 I spit summer heat all through the winter
 'Cause when I spring to the top I don't wanna fall
 All I'm in this bitch RIP Big L
 Brooklyn in this bitch RIP BIG as well
 And ride to the studio I bump life after
 I walk into the booth and kill shit right after
 (Verse 2)
 One time for the guns , one time for the butter
 We spread it like parkee
 One time for the hunters , one time for the prey that's running
 One time for the prey that almost got away
 Two times for the rappers, two times for the singers
 Two times for the players , two times for the ringers
 To string us to be dodging the wires
 To share bubbles and the problems who they are to sayTalib Kweli - One Two - http://ru.motolyrics.com/talib-kweli/one-two-lyrics.html
 They say you fucking up the game , you swear it isn't you
 Ain't no subliminals but where if it fit the shoe
 It's sorta cute of these rappers tryin' to be a natural
 My attribute, give me your type acolytes when I'm passing through
 I got draft, whipping is so priceless
 Don't need your permission, a New York nigga with no license
 Soon I might submit that you ackle me
 Force honesty, better than force modesty
 (Verse 3)
 One time for my thug niggers
 Is smartest then nerds, one time for my hood sub fading the 'burbs
 Two times for the motherfucker that's hating our nerf
 Tell 'em bite on the curp
 Two times for the herbs when they working my nerves
 Put your money where your mouth is nigga then change your words
 I be hearing with a curve it ain't nobody skirt
 Till we run into the city like rebels out in divert
 Pick a side, any side it's like the war zone
 They televise beef to let you know the war zone
 I see shots, numbs niggers like quarter zones
 They be acting hard but your body lacks a chromosome
 MJ is like I'm playing on a quarter dome
 'Cause their style's dumb like tripping over a chords phone
 I should hang 'em up with that same chords
 They acting like they don't know what the brain's for
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