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The one
The one

Only the can feel us, cap-peelers and killers
Hundred dollar billers and real
Bitches dime figures, telekinesis in my mind
my diamonds shine then I blind, niggas

Pussy punk perpetrators and playa
They fade us 'cause we two are the greatest
Back out to let 'em it, fake fucks and faggots
Bow down in the of players and kiss the karats

A full of baggage for all the maggots
up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, the raw dose
Straight off the key, percent G

puttin' it down on Miami's behalf?
Home of the pooch and the raw half
we go, the impression's felt
The is stamped on the bag when the dope is dealt
(The one)

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene with the lean
The real one, What?
The one, huh, nigga, what?

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene the gangsta lean
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, nigga,

It's '98, playa, check your
Make them young boys respect your name
Keep your at arms, reached, cocked and ready
'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin', you steady

Watch your back with your that you feel is real
Your from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater
I wanna 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em

But trippin', and that ain't my sport
I'd lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port
I sip my Vdozen on the street, my beats
That's I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete

Imagine this, hundred G Lex on your
Imagine this, about 10 on your fist
Imagine this, all hoes on your list
Huh, that would be nice but your name ain't Ice

Nigga trip and screw the on, rock you softly
How you gonna step to me, kid, you up off me
TV, movies and and tours
So buses in Versace, I don't wear it no more

my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
He said, "Playa, chop game on this bubblin' cut"
I said, "Shoot me the track or you can too
Or if y'all ball in Cali, I'll fly in your whole Crew"

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene the gangsta lean
The real one, huh?
The one, huh, nigga what?

Gat in the back, top
one on the scene with the gangsta lean
The one, huh? What?
The one, huh, nigga what?
(The one)

I'ma stay in the field, on a for the mil's
And try to it real till I die or get killed
So I can sit and kick it, write my own ticket
Livin' lavish lifestyle of trickin' and big

Seein' that the West and the connected
Formulatin', plottin' game to
with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit
Crimes defended, get caught, do the sin

politickin' in the 600, drunk and blunted
That's how we front it but you don't run up on it
the club packin', actin'
Got my bitch at C sackin', got my ones stackin'

Parlay, playin' link, cubin' cable
bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the game to show 'em how it's
and Marquis, you're fuckin' with the real one
(The one)

Gat in the back, top
one on the scene with the gangsta lean
The one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, nigga

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene the gangsta lean
The real one, What?
The real one, huh, nigga

Oh, you're fuckin' the real one
Yes, you are, yes, you are, oh,
I'm the real one, yeah, the one
the real one, real one, real one