hanger Smell me (It's the [unverified] words man) Fake comedy for my accident done on purpose About to set the fly one, down with the ghetto Hiesman
had to come and operate That's when he popped up a number one And we ain't never gonna stop if you wonderin' Even if I'm under the gun You ain't gotta
number 1, blame the BCS It's they fault nigga [Joell Ortiz] Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands Maybe that's why, every last thing I write is
of a flying fist Always show up unannounced on you nigga, I'm kinda sick What that nigga shoot that gun at me for, you still alive I'm a riot not numb
the quickest winter, the unstoppable summer The opposite of the apocalypse comin to popular Wanna be poppin this gun he about to be doin some old impossible Three-6 Mafia numbers
that thigh Surprise she stay on her toes like a prized ballerina She tight, her stomping grounds is out in Medina This pretty thing handle her biz, she carry those things
slow, I ain't hear shit, my word At least forty seconds, I stay dead stiff I pound him with the gun out, Big Din came, opened my hand Removed the gun
the essence, still forced to learn a lesson All debts must be settled, no question The echo from machine gun rounds simmers A fallen soldier, his gun
Yo fuck that shit Number two, the snake Show these motherfuckers what time it is Number two, the snake Whose the bad ass? Whose the bad ass? Now number
pretend I touch a million, throwing hundreds in this bitch [Verse 7 - Birdman] Real nigga number one, hustle fly with my son Come from uptown, G5, Tommy gun
m a be the big wheel Watch it Slim, hey Dad, place yo bet on seven Peace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh Hey Biggie, I understand
living on the run because i'm Public Enemy number one Chorus (singing with beat scratching in the background) one, one, one one, one, one, one one, one, one
Chorus: Lil Caesar One two y'all, you know I rock ya Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. *repeat x2* One two y'all, uh, uh Easy livin, bitches givin
this one dog Show these niggas what I'm like Show these niggas I don't like Show these niggas what I'm like Show these niggas I don't like Show these
the too lies by the hips So come and creep wit me, and I ain't lyin' When I tell these motherfuckers that I got the streets in me One felony, wit two
these things that hurt me I'm strange enough to change, y'all use these tools and then pervert me Deranged enough to change... Don't know why I do these things
that now drop that top down They gon' kill us anyway them cops uptown Hit holmes with forty one rounds Live yo' life, get yo' ice she been with you since day one
, me see you rushin' up, game's been good to me I throw I'm blood claat p.m. to a.m. All, all da bumba come ya take dis thing For ya take dis thing for