THE REAL ONE
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Only the realest can feel uscap-peelers and killers
Hundred-dollar billers and real niggas
Bitches with dime figurestelekenesis in my mind
Make my diamonds shinethen I blind niggas
Pussy punk perpatrators and playa haters -
They can t fade us cause we two of the greatest
Back out to let em have itfake fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the karats
A wrist full of (?) for all the maggots
Back up and get embarrassedbitchget off my carriage
Uncutno lactosehear the raw dose
Straight off the key100% G
Who s puttin it down on Miami s behalf
Home of the nickel (?) and the raw half
Everywhere we gothe impression s felt
The real is stamped on the bag and the dope is dealt
Chorus (2x):
Gat in the backsunroof top
Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean
[The real one! Huh? Whut?
The real one! Huhnigga whut?]
Verse 2: Ice-T
It s 98playacheck your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heed at armsreachedcocked and ready
Cause the streets ll catch you slippin and rock you steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crewyeahthey re the ones who do
Yeahthe 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 v-dozen on the streetbump my beats
When I m twistin my dubcan 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
Huhthat shit would be nicebut your name ain t Ice
(Nigga trip) And screw the style and so onrock you softly
How you gonna step to mekidyou grew up off me
TVmovies and records and tours
So many buses in Versace I don t wear it no more
Called my nigga in Miami"Marquiswussup?"
He said"Playachop some game on this bubblin cut!"
I said"Shoot me the trackor you can come too
Or if y all wanna ball in CaliI ll fly in your whole Crew."
Chorus
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
I ma stay in the fieldon 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 itwrite my own ticket
And live this lavish lifestyle of trickin and big-dickin
Seein that the West and the South s connected
Formulatin plottin game to perfection
Down with the Syndicatebossin new tennis shit
Crimes cold defendedget caughtdo the sin
There s politickin in the 600drunk and blunted
That s how we front itbut you don t wanna run up on it
Inside the club packin actin
Got my bitch at home c-sackin got my ones stackin
Parlayplayin diamond linkcubin cable
Baddest bitches in the stablemo money on the table
I m back in the game to show em how it s done
Ice-T and Marquisyou re fuckin with the real one!
Chorus
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Only the realest can feel uscap-peelers and killers
Hundred-dollar billers and real niggas
Bitches with dime figurestelekenesis in my mind
Make my diamonds shinethen I blind niggas
Pussy punk perpatrators and playa haters -
They can t fade us cause we two of the greatest
Back out to let em have itfake fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the karats
A wrist full of (?) for all the maggots
Back up and get embarrassedbitchget off my carriage
Uncutno lactosehear the raw dose
Straight off the key100% G
Who s puttin it down on Miami s behalf
Home of the nickel (?) and the raw half
Everywhere we gothe impression s felt
The real is stamped on the bag and the dope is dealt
Chorus (2x):
Gat in the backsunroof top
Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean
[The real one! Huh? Whut?
The real one! Huhnigga whut?]
Verse 2: Ice-T
It s 98playacheck your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heed at armsreachedcocked and ready
Cause the streets ll catch you slippin and rock you steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crewyeahthey re the ones who do
Yeahthe 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 v-dozen on the streetbump my beats
When I m twistin my dubcan 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
Huhthat shit would be nicebut your name ain t Ice
(Nigga trip) And screw the style and so onrock you softly
How you gonna step to mekidyou grew up off me
TVmovies and records and tours
So many buses in Versace I don t wear it no more
Called my nigga in Miami"Marquiswussup?"
He said"Playachop some game on this bubblin cut!"
I said"Shoot me the trackor you can come too
Or if y all wanna ball in CaliI ll fly in your whole Crew."
Chorus
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
I ma stay in the fieldon 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 itwrite my own ticket
And live this lavish lifestyle of trickin and big-dickin
Seein that the West and the South s connected
Formulatin plottin game to perfection
Down with the Syndicatebossin new tennis shit
Crimes cold defendedget caughtdo the sin
There s politickin in the 600drunk and blunted
That s how we front itbut you don t wanna run up on it
Inside the club packin actin
Got my bitch at home c-sackin got my ones stackin
Parlayplayin diamond linkcubin cable
Baddest bitches in the stablemo money on the table
I m back in the game to show em how it s done
Ice-T and Marquisyou re fuckin with the real one!
Chorus
