#1 (Wally Remix) f/ Clipse, The Boy
"Rising to the top" "Number one"
[Intro - {*w/ ad-libs*} Oh go! ENT! Nigga, we all we got, aye We all we got! Ok! Can you me!?...
1 - Nelly] They I was crazy, when I stop slangin the crack Took I had, and I put it in rap If I ain't a Lunatic, what do ya call that If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya fat I wasn't on purpose, I was unpurposely born I'm the of what happens when the condom is torn I was sworn to secrecy, only talking when to be Never too much, and these niggas talking repeatedly I rip it up mo' then I get regretted fo' Same biz you paying, on I get the credit fo' More retro, than nigga you get thrown back I taking, snap shots, I ain't talking that Kodak Start cocking the fo's back, start making ya crack you don't like me and I'm happy to know that Feel like I'm cheating don't it, unfair in fact Feel like I'm playing wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's,
[Chorus 1 - I - am - number one, no if you like it Here take it sit down and it I - am - one Hey hey hey hey... What it take to be number one Two is not a winner, and three nobody What does it take to be one Hey hey hey hey...
[Verse 2 - The Boy] Yo yo, I was number one, from the start so smart Before I could walk I was attending Head The jail say I'm hard If you ask 106 who I be, gon say I'm God! Number one the first man ever touched space Or the dot on the dice a nigga roll Ace (Damn!) Winning team legacy, I rep to the of me And just for the B, none of y'all can F wit me Rise to the top like I'm in the pot I'm Allen wit the rock, I ain't missing a shot When I'm down in the Dirty I be 'n sooted Me and Nelly got the Airs wit the chinchilla Anyway that's some other shit; And a shame I'm so filthy now my great grand daughter mother P to the B see, I'm and greasy! I'm the champ, and never been a nigga defeat me
[Chorus 2 - The Posta Po' is! - one For my niggas in the borough, to start dinero Nigga is! - number one I'ma fold nigga, fucked up rose nigga We the team baby, we - one For my niggas that down, for me always around Nigga Posta he's! - one I don't talk it, I live it, cause I'm the first one did it
3 - Pusha T] Lookin for a coward - well not in here Under the BBC, heart be popping here The is wild, few gonna drop this year of y'all not this year, the rest of y'all getting dropped this year I'm that the cops is (I'm hearing it) cops is here In these BBC socks, I got the rocks in If the cops in here, I got my glock in If the glock in here, you know it's get +Hot in Here+ ya soul to sue, like them heat holders do The new 645, I'll the first in June the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon +Ricky Schroder+ paint job, +Silver Spoon+ Boys in guts, black paint, midnight coon Black gun, red beam, ready for high Pusha straight like, noon "Hell Hath No Fury" coming soon, bet we'll do one
[Chorus 1] + (w/ ad-libs)
[Verse 4 - It was '98, I was holding work Now I'm only worth - over a mill, hell of a spurt And you wanna talk, show money You would think it was talk show fully understand, Malicious never down on his luck I'll fly you across the water, we even got to fuck Hell, we can dap when we park Whatever helps you keep focus, safeguard your Icky mayne, we wrecklessly aim the tale of two brothers like Frank and Jesse James I will - your outro, ghost write your life I'm so author, I smoke a pipe I disregard all subliminal I'm the lead roller, y'all couldn't his extras I run wit it, it in my sleep, I'm one wit it And one wit a bullet, I'll be the first to pull it, uh
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[Outro - - [To fade] "Rising to the top" "Number One"