Only One Only One Just you and I Under one sky One life to live One love to give One chance to keep from falling One heart to break One soul to take
I aint got no beef with him either He used to be like a hero to me I even believe I had one of those 25 cent stickers On my refrigerator right next
heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream
niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin shit I'm like a Jew, savin dough so I can big whip Pushin a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet No matter
Havoc] It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey I'm so on the low it'd take a
lie A day like this Hey, it's gonna be a hell of a night Homie you know what it is Cause I'm so fly Ya eyes don't lie You fukin wit a gangsta tonight
alley saw a man in a Land Cruiser In his hand was a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger Heard shots from a steel bruiser Teflon in the seat took a pale
for my chest straight, the other two Came a little late, and just barely missed my face I'm trying to find a steady place between two cars One of us
Stainless steel is The straps that I'm copulating Touch'em a lady (?) Blow your hand off African stand-off The general Ice the hardest mineral Feel me, a gem correct One
nigga this me, I only see green like a Marine Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines with a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' with a
Diesel Killed like 4 fiends his popularity grew that only meant more cream First it was him and his brother now he got a team Went from 5 and a half
be a buck-fifty Your chance of runnin' Is infinite Slugs that leave niggas drugged Like a chick slip the Mickey I'm so on the low It'd take a Navy Seal
With a wooden chair a dolo or with your crew Just some of things that we like to do Pretty sure some things you like to do With a wooden chair a dolo
's finest (Your highness) I be the PD world tourer, Harlem horror Catch me in a Lex 470 or the Explorer The underworld figure, mo morals Small shit it's only
a pimp? I say, but what's a pimp? I don't have fantasies, just needs I need more than one woman to please And she's like a love roller coaster, the
out, niggaz start eatin' that shit up You shoulda never listened I'm always on this money makin' mission Sold a car an' a truck in Oakland fo' that Lex
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
