Rick Ross - One Of Us lyrics

rate me

Ft. Nas

(Verse: Nas)

You could die young out here

Mess around and die before 21 out here

Mamas stressin', seen them ratchets in the dresser

She not askin' questions

She seen the vests and seen other kids in the casket restin'

Weed so loud they got surround sound

Smokin' good shit cause they tryna take me back to sum' hood shit

Any club, any fly fair

If they start shootin' all they remember is Nas was there

Sum' homies of yours banging affiliation on their personal time

Conflict wit business can hurt down the line

It’s sumethin' that ya ain’t have nothin' to do wit

Your main confrontation end up gettin' ya hit

Learn how to draw the line from when we hang wit the shootas

Strippers, dealers and killas, leaches and opportunists

Where I come from it’s ruthless, air ya out from the Ubers

Tutored by coke movers, put holes thru' yo ^&*(&%$

Ya wouldn’t get that from me though, you’d ovalook me

Lookin' like I just get to that money and stay in sum' pussy

Got a pretty real dope life

Fly nigga from the other side, hecklers, PKs, 9’s and .45’s

7.62’s, deer-huntin' rifle shells, life is hell

Pussy sweeter than wine tastin'

But we won’t self-indict ourselves

Be our own prosecutor, won’t twentyfive-to-life ourselves

We bout that moolah, rich shooters

(Hook)

Ya getting money, got a body then ya one of us

Trust

Ya getting money, got a body then ya one of us

(Verse 2: Rick Ross)

Calculatin', touchin' money, these niggas masturbatin'

Tailored clothes, fashion magazines, they fascinated

Double-M umbrella, the feds call it tax shelter

Hit a million, they conspire to send the rats at ya

Cha-cha-cha-cha, slide, catch me on that other side

Foreign cars, private jets, high rate of homicide

Marc Jacobs chocolate diamonds, they for my white bitch

Atheist, but her pussy could be so righteous

Follow the rules, neva let a man take yo jewels

And if he do, double back make sure he make the news

It ain’t arrest, they ain’t a pussy till' it’s time to bust

You getting money, got a body then ya one of us

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Rick Ross)

Dice game, head crackers, time to get it back

Only one in the studio that could get a pack

Raw deal, rob a nigga like it's on my appeal

Closest friends do us best, regardless how I feel

Went to the line and got ‘em bitches on the same day

Straight to the jeweler, and did the watches the same way

Young sav on face time, talkin' cake time

Next crib I build got it crossed state lines

Niggas hate how I wear my heart on my sleeve

And half the team, got the choppers wit the shoulder slings

It ain’t a rust, stay in the trap till' ya a hundred up

You getting money, got a body then ya one of us

(Hook)

Thanks to Dinho for correcting these lyrics