The Real One

The real one

The real one

Only the realest can feel us, cap-peelers and killers

Hundred dollar billers and real niggas

Bitches with dime figures, telekinesis in my mind

Make my diamonds shine then I blind, niggas

Pussy punk perpetrators and playa haters

They can't fade us 'cause we two are the greatest

Back out to let 'em have it, fake fucks and faggots

Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the karats

A wrist full of baggage for all the maggots

Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage

Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw dose

Straight off the key, hundred percent G

Who's puttin' it down on Miami's behalf?

Home of the nickel pooch and the raw half

Everywhere we go, the impression's felt

The real is stamped on the bag when the dope is dealt

(The real one)

Gat in the back, sunroof top

Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean

The real one, huh? What?

The real one, huh, nigga, what?

Gat in the back, sunroof top

Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean

The real one, huh? What?

The real one, huh, nigga, what?

It's '98, playa, check your game

Make sure them young boys respect your name

Keep your head at arms, reached, cocked and ready

'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin', rock you steady

Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real

Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do

Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater venom

I wanna take 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em

But that's trippin', and that ain't my sport

I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port

I sip my Vdozen on the street, bump my beats

That's when I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete

Imagine this, hundred G Lex on your wrist

Imagine this, about 10 karats on your fist

Imagine this, all dime hoes on your list

Huh, that shit would be nice but your name ain't Ice

Nigga trip and screw the silencer on, rock you softly

How you gonna step to me, kid, you grew up off me

TV, movies and records and tours

So many buses in Versace, I don't wear it no more

Called my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"

He said, "Playa, chop some game on this bubblin' cut"

I said, "Shoot me the track or you can come too

Or if y'all wanna ball in Cali, I'll fly in your whole Crew"

Gat in the back, sunroof top

Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean

The real one, huh? What?

The real one, huh, nigga what?

Gat in the back, sunroof top

Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean

The real one, huh? What?

The real one, huh, nigga what?

(The real one)

I'ma stay in the field, on a quest for the mil's

And try to keep it real till I die or get killed

So I can sit back and kick it, write my own ticket

Livin' lavish lifestyle of trickin' and big dickin'

Seein' that the West and the South's connected

Formulatin', plottin' game to perfection

Down with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit

Crimes cold defended, get caught, do the sin

There's politickin' in the 600, drunk and blunted

That's how we front it but you don't wanna run up on it

Inside the club packin', actin'

Got my bitch at home C sackin', got my ones stackin'

Parlay, playin' diamond link, cubin' cable

Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table

I'm back in the game to show 'em how it's done

Ice-T and Marquis, you're fuckin' with the real one

(The real one)

Gat in the back, sunroof top

Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean

The real one, huh? What?

The real one, huh, nigga what?

Gat in the back, sunroof top

Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean

The real one, huh? What?

The real one, huh, nigga what?

Oh, you're fuckin' with the real one

Yes, you are, yes, you are, oh, yeah

I'm the real one, yeah, the real one

Said the real one, real one, real one