Dub Pistols - The One lyrics

[Busta Rhymes talking] Silkk the Shocker, Busta Rhymes Never been done before you motherf**ers Tanks and armored trucks b**hes Don't get it f**ed up Don't even look at me diagonally You better look at me straight up and down Six o'clock b**h, check it out now [Busta Rhymes] First and foremost I'm only here to knock sh** down And push ya sh** back and completely lock sh** down And make sure n***as know how to act The way we blaze sh**, imagine if we really had to resort to the gat [Silkk the Shocker] Yeah, we treat n***as like audiences just clap em' down Well f** what happened before this what's happenin' now For you n***as who hate, really can't stand for this Break both ya legs, now ya can't really stand for sh** [Busta Rhymes] You motherf**ers thought the game was the same Now a days n***as in the hood got dabs to shoot down a plane We bloody n***as so quick and so fast Instead of givin' n***as that gat I prefer to put a foot in they a** [Silkk the Shocker (Busta Rhymes)] I got something for them dudes who be tryin' to be too hard A street sweeper and I ain't talkin' about kind that can move ya car I'm a bad dude (Oh yeah, I'm really talkin' about bad) I'm a big ol' problem (And he ain't really talkin' about math) [Hook: Busta Rhymes] To all my thugs in the street puttin' it down with us, come on My real live soldiers puttin' it down with us, come on My street corner colonels, uh, get down with us, come on My dogs who hold they post down is down with us, where you at Now all my people in the East is down with us, come on My hustlers in the West is down with us, come on My Dirty South gangstas, yeah, is down with us, come on And forever keepin' it gully, ya know it's a must I'm number one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one I'm number one [Silkk the Shocker] I know I'm the one, I'm supposed to win it No type showin' lots of chips but they mostly twenties Lots of Cris, mostly bottles Lots of chicks, mostly models Lots of bullets solid but they mostly hollow Ya ain't gotta say nothin' n***a for me to dump off Here my nuts can say right hear it's the jump off I'm in the car, smoked when I drive, tear the roof of the coupe off Me jump in the club, make em' tear the roof off [Hook] [Busta Rhymes] To all my cats who think they thuggin' only doin' it wrong The church bell rings only to play ya funeral song You wack n***a throw them lyrics away Before I turn ya to a ghost make angels carry ya spirit away Even though my broad be holdin' a snub A bottle of Cris can end up becomin' the worst weapon inside a club The way we beat you with and the way we come with such brute force This how we party and next time me and my whole crew floss The new boss of this old sh** Before ya move me probably there's a million dudes ya have to go get So Busta-Bus be makin' em' run Under studio, every level I say it with conviction I'm number one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one [Hook] [Busta Rhymes talking] Silkk the Shocker, Busta Rhymes Never been done before you motherf**ers The one