The One (Prod. By Manny Fresh)-T.I.

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Hey Hey Hey There ain't never been a question on who runnin' the streets On second guessin' my profession is like nothin' to me Don't learn a lesson out here flexin' they get bust in the streets I told 'em chrome, Smith and Wesson right up under the seats Ay listen close gotta tote, give a f**k if you see If you don't wanna die tonight you best stop f**kin' wit me Ay I'm intelligent and hella rich and plus I'm a G So I can sell a brick and sell a b**ch to? They call me T.I.P. way off in the chain Spit a, throw you niggas way off of your game In my opinion, bein' lame it should cost you your fame In all the hatin' on my name burn it off wit' the flame I'm grippin' new wood grain and the C-L-C's If I ride through the city on some D-L sh*t Niggas say they sell brick that's what we sell b**ch Think I'm lyin' ask anybody and they'll tell b**ch Ay in this sh*t I'm the one, competition is none Start hatin' on my niggas, boy you niggas is done Start sprayin' at you niggas, bet you niggas will run Start callin' on the phone for some niggas to come They be like I don't think he got none, I don't think he got none When the ni**a say he runnin, I don't think he got none They be like I don't think he got none, I don't think he got none When the ni**a say he runnin, I don't think he got none Know niggas hate to hear me say it, but they know I'm a king I'm in the roads gettin' choked by the whore of your dreams A** swole, pretty toes keep a whore on the scene And they be rollin' off the chain? I eat the p**sy for an hour, waitin' on the cream And stuff the p**sy fill wit' pine to get that blow on the scene She can damage your self-esteem till that whore on some 'premes She gonna talk to you like you great till you show her some things You see me ridin' with a lean, with Big Kuntry and King C-Rod, Mac and D.P. and all the rest of the kings I was raised by the greatest gangstas the city has seen When I talk to you and your partners, nothin' comes in between Bring all the niggas you can bring, ni**a do what you do But I guarantee the P$C will be shootin' at you And we got choppers and if you smart, you'd be shootin them too No coppin' deuces callin' it off, I'm refusin' the truth