The One lyrics

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
These n*ggas know the deal, it's easy to get killed
Wet that pus*y up, see now you got the chills
Your bright idea shooting at me, the f*ck yeah
Bright idea, 'til I blew out his light bulb
I'm more than a hip hop legend, I'm iconic
My sixteen is strong as f*ck, I'm bionic
Apparently...you a parody of real n*gga sh*t
Pop your forehead like a zit
I don't f*ck with no snitches so I need to know who telling
And I need to know who they told on so I can fact check it
The alpha and omega, Mobb n*gga I'm a fixture
Black culture, bougie n*ggas get they b*tch took
Like bad b*tches get they body shook
From Jamaica Ave. to the boulevard in Hollywood
From the projects, Nam and Oslo
Rocketman Elton John, call me P-iano

[Hook: Prodigy]
Yeah now I'm on my sh*t, got me on my sh*t
I'll hit a n*gga with the clipper
And fade a n*gga real quick, see
Keep me on my sh*t, wiling on that sh*t
I will ruin your life, I promise you that sh*t

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Swedish features through the window of a Lincoln on the Bell swerving
I felt certain I was born to be the best Earthling
Felt worthless, so many Xs and circles
On my mother neck I know I serve a purpose
Smoke the same sh*t that turns a normal turtle to a ninja turtle
Neo-ninja doing ? on Myrtle
The motherf*cker making a drug look like Urkel
Foreign shooters like Türkoğlu
740 with the curtain and set to 1020 degrees
Eyes closed switching speeds, hitting the weave
I shapeshift to a disease, attack your lung and cripple your knees
R&b chicks are twisted with ease, blitzkrieg
You still posing for your little-league pictures
I'm drinking beer straight out the pitcher
I'll put your moms in an armbar at the bar-mitzvah
Irish linen on the king
I'm guaranteed I'm gonna win another ring
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
I supercede that crap, now b*tches want this hard sh*t
n*ggas want this crack, them songs you got that's garbage
Paralyze your ears, stop talking, this P rapping
Been doing this for years, know money I keep racking, up
Come with it n*gga, get beat the f*ck, up
Next to me you're chuck meat
Yeah, we just committed suicide
With this swammi I get busy B; do or die
Big bar champion, the Henny and the rap flow
The great black shark, you just a little mackeral
My b*tch appetite for power surpass yours
Now imagine my thoughts while I'm alone and you paused
That's 600 horses stomping on your neck strap
That's me, g-leaning with the pistol on my lap
Got a 3:00 your death, I could pencil you in
Ya'll n*ggas is chow, my gun fit to dig in

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