Only One Me

Check the original

Y'all **** digital

The pyroclastic flow

It's insane

Motherfuckers love me

Young-ass ****, they wanna thug for me

Wish I was they godfather, sell drugs for me

But all they can do is tap Cuz for me

Look, homie, you can be my crony

If you figure how to get a check outta Sony (Oh, Lord)

Oh, Lord, thought I was preachin' to the choir

When I'm in this pulpit, I might catch on fire

Glass fulla gas, do you got a lighter?

Hand fulla ass, why should I retire?

This shit I spit might inspire the Messiah

To throw these liars in a lake full of fire

Ain't nothin' flyer than my fuckin' rims and my tires

And a word to the wise, you better fuckin' recognize

That I been on the block since bitches did the wop

Since Floyd and Damien kept rocks in they socks, ****

Taught Tupac how to keep it gangsta (Keep it gangsta)

I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger

Who came before me? Melle Mel, Ice-T, King Tee

KRS, and the homie Chuck D?

PE, DMC, ****, know your history

If Cube ain't top three, then you's a bitch to me

Ice Cube, the name will live in infamy

As the young **** that invented Eazy-E

West Coast, bitch

Yeah, that's all me

With Too $hort and the D-R-E

We made it too hard

Check our family tree

See you try to make a Snapple

Outta all them bad apples, ****, enough

Leave you baffled and gaffled and

Runnin' through your house like it's a motherfuckin' raffle

I'm a asshole with Tabasco

You the last hoe I would ask for

If I had to leave Mo house and walk into a whorehouse

The drink that I pour out

The weed that I blow out

Is all for by **** Big Herk when I show out

Picture this in a frame, get tore out

When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out

There's a lotta you's (A lot)

There's only one of me

They are not confused by the wannabe

There's a lotta you's (A lot)

There's only one of me

They are not confused by the wannabe

(Original, original)

I'm the prototype (Original)

(Original, original)

He the copyright (Original)

(Original, original)

I'm the prototype (Original)

(Original, original)

He the copyright (Original)

So what? You from the gutter

We all had to struggle if you got a black mother

We all had to scrap with our uncles and our brothers

Bedroom window, no curtains, used covers

Motherfuckers always claim to be the hardest

But these motherfuckers never claim to be the smartest

I'm a artist that'll paint your rigor mortis

You silly rabbit, ****, here come the tortoise

Fast is smooth, and smooth is slow

And that's how you get it twenty years in a row

Advance how you get twenty years in the hole

Pretend that your ass ain't got no soul

Grab that cold-ass white man steel

Cap peels, run like a oil spill

Big drills, found him in the landfill

You got thirty years, but you my man still

Fuck them tears, Tony Montana

Caught you in Montana, extradited to Atlanta

This ain't the banana, ****, this is Alabama

Nail in your coffin when the judge drops the hammer, ****

There's a lotta you's (A lot)

There's only one of me

They are not confused by the wannabe

There's a lotta you's (A lot)

There's only one of me

They are not confused by the wannabe

(Original, original)

I'm the prototype (Original, original, original)

He the copyright (Original, original, original)

I'm the prototype (Original, original, original)

He the copyright