The Real One Featuring Ice-T

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