#1 (Wally Remix) f/ Clipse, The Boy
"Rising to the top" "Number one"
[Intro - Nelly] {*w/ Oh go! ENT! Nigga, we all we got, aye We all we got! Ok! Can you me!?...
1 - Nelly] They said I was crazy, when I stop slangin the Took I had, and I put it in rap If I a Lunatic, then what do ya call that If my ain't obese, then what do ya call fat I wasn't on purpose, I was unpurposely born I'm the result of what happens when the condom is I was sworn to secrecy, only talking need to be Never saying too much, and these niggas repeatedly Conceivably I rip it up mo' then I get fo' Same biz you paying, on notes I get the fo' More retro, than nigga before you get thrown I start taking, shots, I ain't talking that Kodak Start cocking the fo's back, start ya dome crack Heard you don't like me and I'm happy to that Feel like I'm cheating it, kinda unfair in fact Feel like I'm wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty
[Chorus 1 - I - am - one, no matter if you like it Here take it sit and write it I - am - one Hey hey hey hey... does it take to be number one Two is not a winner, and nobody remembers What does it to be number one Hey hey hey hey...
[Verse 2 - The Boy] Yo yo, I was born number one, from the so smart Before I could I was attending Head Start 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 when a nigga roll Ace (Damn!) Winning legacy, I rep to the death of me And just for the record B, of y'all can F wit me to the top like I'm brick 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 wit the chinchilla swooshes Anyway that's some other shit; And a shame I'm so now my great grand daughter mother rich P to the B see, I'm and greasy! I'm the champ, and never been a nigga defeat me
2 - The Posta Boy] Po' is! - one For my niggas in the borough, to start that Posta is! - number one I'ma center fold nigga, fucked up nigga We the baby, we - number one For my niggas that down, for me always been Posta he's! - number one I don't talk it, I live it, I'm the first one that did it
3 - Pusha T] Lookin for a - well it's not in here Under the BBC, this heart be popping The game is wild, few gonna drop this Some of y'all not this year, the rest of y'all getting dropped year I'm hearing the cops is (I'm hearing it) cops is here In these BBC socks, I got the in here If the in here, I got my glock in here If the glock in here, you it's gon' get +Hot in Here+ Touch ya to sue, like them heat holders do The new 645, I'll have the first in the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon +Ricky Schroder+ job, colored +Silver Spoon+ in black guts, black paint, midnight coon Black gun, red beam, ready for high straight like, half-past noon "Hell Hath No Fury" coming soon, bet do number one
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[Verse 4 - It was just '98, I was holding Now I'm only worth - a mill, hell of a growth spurt And you wanna talk, show money You would think it was talk show Honey fully understand, Malicious never down on his I'll fly you across the water, we ain't got to fuck Hell, we can dap when we park Whatever you keep focus, safeguard your heart Icky messy mayne, we aim It's the of two brothers like Frank and Jesse James I will - your outro, ghost write your life I'm so author, I should a pipe I disregard all gestures I'm the lead roller, couldn't cast his extras I run wit it, it in my sleep, I'm one wit it And that's one wit a bullet, I'll be the first to it, uh
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[Outro - - [To fade] "Rising to the top" "Number One"