Featuring ice-t
Verse 1: brother marquis
Only the realest can feel us, cap-peelers and killers
Hundred-dollar billers and real niggas
Bitches with dime figures, telekenesis in my mind
Make my diamonds shine, then i blind niggas
Pussy punk perpatrators and playa haters -
They canand't fade us and'cause we two of the greatest
Back out to let and'em have it, fake 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 embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw dose
Straight off the key, 100% g
Whoand's puttinand' it down on miamiand's behalf
Home of the nickel (?) and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the impressionand's felt
The real is stamped on the bag and the dope is dealt
Chorus (2x):
Gat in the back, sunroof top,
Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean
[the real one! huh? whut?
The real one! huh, nigga whut?]
Verse 2: ice-t
Itand's and'98, playa, check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heed at arms, reached, cocked and ready
and'cause the streetsand'll catch you slippinand' and rock you steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, theyand're the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater venom,
I wanna take and'em outside and lay slugs up in and'em
But thatand's trippinand', and that ainand't my sport
Iand'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port
I sip my v-dozen on the street, bump my beats
When iand'm twistinand' my dub, canand'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 ainand't ice
(nigga trip) and screw the style and so 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 donand't wear it no more
Called my nigga in miami, andquot;marquis, wussup?andquot;
He said, andquot;playa, chop some game on this bubblinand' cut!andquot;
I said, andquot;shoot me the track, or you can come too,
Or if yand'all wanna ball in cali, iand'll fly in your whole crew.andquot;
Chorus
Verse 3: brother marquis
Iand'ma stay in the field, on a quest for the miland'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
And live this lavish lifestyle of trickinand' and big-dickinand'
Seeinand' that the west and the southand's connected
Formulatinand', plottinand' game to perfection
Down with the syndicate, bossinand' new tennis shit
Crimes cold defended, get caught, do the sin
Thereand's politickinand' in the 600, drunk and blunted
Thatand's how we front it, but you donand't wanna run up on it
Inside the club packinand', actinand',
Got my bitch at home c-sackinand', got my ones stackinand'
Parlay, playinand' diamond link, cubinand' cable
Baddest bitches in the stable, moand' money on the table
Iand'm back in the game to show and'em how itand's done
Ice-t and marquis, youand're fuckinand' with the real one!
Chorus
