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T.I. lyrics : "The One"

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Hey Hey Hey [x3]


[Verse 1:]
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 $#&@ if you see

If you don't wanna die tonight you best stop $#&@in' with me
Ay I'm intelligent and hella rich and plus I'm a G
So I can sell a brick and sell a (*##$ to rush you with me [?]

They call me T.I.P. way off in the chain
Spit a verse, throw you ^!$$%s 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 with' the flame
I'm grippin' new wood grain and the C-L-C's
If I ride through the city on some D-L %#@!

^!$$%s say they sell brick that's what we sell (*##$
Think I'm lyin' ask anybody and they'll tell (*##$


[Hook:]
Ay in this %#@! I'm the one, competition is none
Start hatin' on my ^!$$%s, boy you ^!$$%s is done

Start sprayin' at you ^!$$%s, bet you ^!$$%s will run
Start callin' on the phone for some ^!$$%s to come
They be like I don't think he got none, I don't think he got none

When the ^!$$% say he runnin, I don't think he got none
They be like I don't think he got none, I don't think he got none
When the ^!$$% say he runnin, I don't think he got none


[Verse 2:]
Know ^!$$%s hate to hear me say it, but they know I'm a king

I'm in the roads gettin' choked by the !@^% of your dreams
Ass swole, pretty toes keep a !@^% on the scene
And they be rollin' off the chain !@^% by four of the things [?]

I eat the #~!!@ for an hour, waitin' on the cream
And stuff the #~!!@ fill with' pine to get that blow on the scene
She can damage your self-esteem till that !@^% 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 ^!$$%s you can bring, ^!$$% 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



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