The Right One - Cam'Ron

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

(Kill, Kill, Kill)

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

(You, you, you got the right one)

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)