The Real One

Home of the nickel pooch and the raw half

I'ma stay in the field, on a quest for the mil's
Ice-T and Marquis, you're fuckin' with the real one
Who's puttin' it down on Miami's behalf?
The real one, huh, nigga, what?
So many buses in Versace, I don't wear it no more
Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean

(The real one)
Imagine this, about 10 karats on your fist
Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the karats

That's when I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete
But that's trippin', and that ain't my sport

Everywhere we go, the impression's felt
Crimes cold defended, get caught, do the sin

Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
It's '98, playa, check your game
A wrist full of baggage for all the maggots
Inside the club packin', actin'
Got my bitch at home C sackin', got my ones stackin'

The real is stamped on the bag when the dope is dealt
(The real one)
Seein' that the West and the South's connected
Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
There's politickin' in the 600, drunk and blunted

The real one, huh, nigga what?
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw dose
Keep your head at arms, reached, cocked and ready
Down with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit
'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin', rock you steady
Imagine this, hundred G Lex on your wrist
That's how we front it but you don't wanna run up on it

I'm the real one, yeah, the real one
Livin' lavish lifestyle of trickin' and big dickin'
Make my diamonds shine then I blind, niggas
Formulatin', plottin' game to perfection
Nigga trip and screw the silencer on, rock you softly
The real one, huh? What?
So I can sit back and kick it, write my own ticket
I wanna take 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em
Bitches with dime figures, telekinesis in my mind
Called my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
I'm back in the game to show 'em how it's done
Yes, you are, yes, you are, oh, yeah
The real one, huh? What?
Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean
The real one, huh? What?
Gat in the back, sunroof top

Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean
Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Huh, that shit would be nice but your name ain't Ice
Make sure them young boys respect your name
The real one, huh? What?
Gat in the back, sunroof top
(The real one)
TV, movies and records and tours

Parlay, playin' diamond link, cubin' cable
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port

The real one, huh, nigga, what?
Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater venom
Straight off the key, hundred percent G

Oh, you're fuckin' with the real one

And try to keep it real till I die or get killed
Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean

Or if y'all wanna ball in Cali, I'll fly in your whole Crew"
Gat in the back, sunroof top
I said, "Shoot me the track or you can come too
How you gonna step to me, kid, you grew up off me

Only the realest can feel us, cap-peelers and killers
The real one, huh? What?
Hundred dollar billers and real niggas
Pussy punk perpetrators and playa haters

The real one, huh, nigga what?
The real one, huh? What?
Gat in the back, sunroof top
Imagine this, all dime hoes on your list
Gat in the back, sunroof top
He said, "Playa, chop some game on this bubblin' cut"
The real one, huh, nigga what?
Back out to let 'em have it, fake fucks and faggots

The real one, huh, nigga what?
Gat in the back, sunroof top
They can't fade us 'cause we two are the greatest

I sip my Vdozen on the street, bump my beats
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do
Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean