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1. _ The Real One
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 can't fade us 'cause we two of 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 (?) 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
Who's puttin' it down on miami's behalf
Home of the nickel (?) and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the impression'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]
It's '98, playa, check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heed at arms, reached, cocked 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 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 v-dozen on the street, bump my beats
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 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 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."
Chorus
Verse 3: [brother marquis]
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
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 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!
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2. _ Take It Off
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3. _ Freak Ho
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4. _ Call Me
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5. _ Ay Papi
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6. _ It's Time
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7. _ Playa Hatas
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8. _ World Famous
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9. _ Shake Your Pants
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10. _ Come On, Get Up And Dance
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11. _ Show You A Shot
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12. _ Bottle And A Blunt (feat. Luniz)
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13. _ Intro The Real One
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14. _ Don't Get Busted By A Texas Ranger
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15. _ Raise The Roof (feat. Verb)
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16. _ 2 Live Is Here
Juvenile voice:
I love my music, my nasty music, it makes me happy, when i am sad,
You don't know how, how much i love it, please don't take my 2 live away...
Clay d:
Yo-o-o-o-o-o, let's go! (heyy!!)
Get it up, get it up! (come on!)
Come on now, get it! (everybody!!)
Get it up, get it up! (come on!)
2 live is here, come on! (heyyyyy!)
Everybody! (come on, come on!)
Just get on down! (just get on down!)
Let's go! let's go! (ow! ow!)
Heyyyyyy!
Verse 1
[kid ice] here we go, back to turn it out
The nastiest niggas representin' the south
With the freakiest bitches from the sunshine state
Dissin' off niggas out to playa hate
Butt-naked hoes is all we do
'cause no one got the freaks like the crew
Runnin' through the nation without a care
Holler at your boys, 2 live is here!
[marquis] you're fuckin' with the best of 'em, fuck the rest of 'em
After me there'll be no more left of 'em
The last booty-shake gangsta
Look at all the bread that the booty can make ya
I got the booty doin' big thangs
So bow down to the kings of the motherfuckin' booty-game
Well-known worldwide,
This is 2 live, until the day i die!
Chorus:
(2 live crew) (they're back!)
(2-2 live crew) (say-whut-say-whut?)
(2 live crew) (they're-back-they're-back!)
(2 live crew) (get-loose-get-loose-now!)
(2 live crew) (they're-back-they're-back!)
(2-2 live crew) (say whut?)
(2-2 live crew) (get-loose-get-loose-now!)
(2 live crew) (they're back!)
Verse 2
[kid ice] we're nasty as we wanna be
They dropped the ban and set us free
Lil' joe turned us loose in the united states
To see how much wreck we'd create
'cause there ain't no party like a 2 live party
'cause a 2 live party don't stop!
So come to the party and have no fear
Holler at your boys, 2 live is here!
[marquis] unknown whereabouts, somewhere smoked out
Dickin' a bitch's mouth off in a trickin' house
Ridin', lickin', peepin', blowin'
Stop, pick up the bitch that's hoin', and keep goin'
Marquis ain't gon' ever change
I'ma stay in the street just as well as my name
Shine like the diamond i'm named after
When it comes to trickin' hoes, i'm a motherfuckin' master
Chorus
Verse 3
[kid ice] we're the first motherfuckers in the bass game
Respect is due when you mention our name
Representin' the south with the bottom-boy style
Known worldwide with the miami style
'cause there ain't nothin' better in any land
Than the brother marquis and the chinaman!
Bow down to the best from far and near
It's the real ones, baby, 2 live is here!
[marquis] smokin' blunts by the pack, drunk off 'gnac
Watchin' my ones stack, i got it like that
Bitches know what's the time with me
I fuck 'em 'till they skeet and leave they name in the street
Brother marquis ain't nothin' to fuck with
So don't get mad if i fuck and i nut quick
I'm off the chain, i'm off the key
Uncut g, nasty as i wanna be
Chorus
Clay d:
Heyy! oww, work it! (don't stop, don't stop!)
Pump it up, pump it up! (pump it up, get it up!)
Get-get it, get it! (come on, come on!)
Shake, get-get it! (ow, just work it!)
Work yo' body! (shake it, shake it!)
Don't stop, work it! (don't, don't...)
Oww! pump it up, pump it up! oww! (get loose now!)
A party, baby! (say what, say what!)
2 live, baby! (it ain't nothin' but a party!)
It's '98! (come on, let's get it!)
Just work it on, get it on!
Shake it on, get it on! (2 live crew!)
Yo' body! (you know we gotta, get loose now!)
Chorus
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17. _ Ride With Me (bottom Style) (feat. Rufftown Mob)
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18. _ Bring That Money To Me
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19. _ On Top Of Ol' Rachelle
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20. _ Freaks Inherit The Earth
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