Lyrics Cam’ron – The Right One

Oh, we gon’ get this from top to bottom, baby
We took too long off, man
We gave y’all enough time to do what y’all had to do
Fuck you talkin ’bout? Uh

I came up on a hard block, fiends sniffin’ like aardvarks
In our park is murderers, drug dealers and card sharks (I had to get it, baby)
Jealousy and hate, can’t debate it, it played a large part
Niggas’ll lay underneath the same place your car’s parked (I had to get it, baby)
In broad day, let’s not talk about when it got dark
Told you watch ya mouth, you played dumb before you got smart
He ain’t listen (Oh, a hard rock)
He ain’t sneeze, but his heart stopped
When homie lift his shirt, popped out the toaster like a Pop Tart
But murder for hire, understand you can’t stop, start
Have that money, or be the next hit on the pop charts (Uh huh)
I’m talkin’ «Gangsta Lean» (Gangsta lean), «Crossroads» (Bone Thugs)
«I Miss You» (Miss you), by Aaron Hall (Hall)
But I’ma ball, watch the haters gather y’all

One pound, two pounds, three pounds, four
Five girls, six girls, seven girls more (More)
Eight keys, nine keys, they wanna sniff ’em raw
You wanna go on tour or go to war, either way

(You got the right one)
Huh, Windex can’t get no clearer than that, nigga, huh
(You got the right one, baby)
This can be prosperity or you can be a statistic, nigga, you pick
(I said, you got the right one)
You got the right one, huh, I ain’t lyin’ ’bout that, nigga
(You got the right one, baby) Oh, baby

My block ain’t have no jokers like the city of Gotham
Niggas got mugged and hung out with the niggas who robbed ’em (What?)
Niggas givin’ five to the same niggas who shot ’em
I was so confused (‘Fused), like what the fuck am I watchin’?
(I had to get it, baby) Now what the fuck are my options?
Either ya shootin’ and killin’, dealin’ and duckin’ and dodgin’
Tryna make it to the top, you could get stuck at the bottom
But by the fur that’s on my back, you can see I outfoxed ’em
So, what we speakin’ on, boy in the hood, nina long
You violate or hate, ya face is what my feet is on
(Dust juice) 22 liters gone, (Codeine) it’s me they leanin’ on
(Cocaine) Come get ya skiin’ on, we right where we belong
We took ya baby mother to Turks, we so wrong

One pound, two pounds, three pounds, four
Five girls, six girls, seven girls more
Eight keys, nine keys, they wanna sniff ’em raw
You wanna go on tour or go to war, either way

(You got the right one)
You better do the right thing ’cause I could be Radio Raheem
What you want, love or hate?
(You got the right one, baby)
Shorty said it ain’t ya birthday, but do you want some cake?
I told her (I said, you got the right one)
Fuck they talkin’ ’bout, man, huh?
(You got the right one, baby) You got the right one, baby
Right one, baby, right one, baby
(You, you, you got the right one)