Real One - Ice-t Lyrics - The Real One - 2 Live Crew

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