Talib Kweli - One Two lyrics

[Verse 1: Jae Millz] One time for the hustlers 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 n***a down like a thousand pound ankle bracelet When that love is real look you be k**ing places n***a 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 b**h RIP Big L Brooklyn in this b**h RIP BIG as well And ride to the studio I bump life after I walk into the booth and k** sh** right after [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] One time for the guns , one time for the bu*ter We spread it like parkay 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 say They say you f**ing 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 pa**ing through I got draft, whipping is so priceless Don't need your permission, a New York n***a with no license Soon I might submit that you ackle me Force honesty, better than force modesty [Verse 3: Oh No] One time for my thug n******gs Is smartest then nerds, one time for my hood sub fading the ‘burbs Two times for the motherf**er 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 n***a 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 n******gs 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 cordless phone I should hang ‘em up with that same chords They acting like they don't know what the brain's for n***a