time, or you betta drop a dime, or get fucked up, and yo' people won't find it all funny, well then if you cut and you act, then you dead wrong. Get ahead
bang bang You know Kells and Keri hook up like that you make it number one [Chorus] (Number one) Sex that we're having Here girl Ooh (this is, this is number one
me [Chorus] Number one homie on the hood's list Number one homie on the street's list Number one homie on yard's list Number one on the list when it
keeps turning One more day of pain has passed While he lies in the sand on his back Lookin' through the cracks in the sky sunsets And all drowns in
got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you
you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know 'cause you know
know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know 'cause you
you come All I need is my tongue And our intoxication makes it all mo' fun Thought I was a little nigga, But now I got you stunned Numb, And that
? No U-Turn, you're gettin' burned from the sun, In my intersection, the guard has spoken (Uh) Sword stroken, If you think you ready for a fair one, pay
top" "Number one" [Intro - Nelly] {*w/ ad-libs*} Oh let's go! Derrty ENT! Nigga, we all we got, aye We all we got! Ok! Can you hear me!?... [Verse 1
shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds It's like a Freaknik and you got the only rubbers
'all don't know You have never seen my face before You don't know me, oh, no You will never see my face again You don't know me, oh, no You have never
flowin' like water out the kitchen sink I make more money everytime you blink Got you scratchin' ya head, made you stop and think He couldn't made all that, he must have
, everything has changed You say how can I make these dirty raps Number one albums, back to back If it was 1950, do you think I'd sell, no They probably
it, 'cause y'all like half-ass dude And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one slash two My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen? You
s gone You keep on or you don't Ain't life grand You sit and wonder 'bout it You hope and wish you got it You try your best to hide it You'll have to
can you go? Bass, how low can you go? Death row, what a brother knows Once again, back is the incredible Rhyme animal, the incredible D Public Enemy number one