#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 said I was crazy, I stop slangin the crack Took I had, and I put it in rap If I ain't a Lunatic, then do ya call that If my pockets ain't obese, then do ya call fat I wasn't born on purpose, I was born I'm the result of what happens when the is torn I was sworn to secrecy, talking when need to be Never saying too much, and these niggas talking I rip it up mo' then I get regretted fo' Same biz you paying, on notes I get the fo' More retro, than nigga before you get thrown I start taking, snap shots, I talking that Kodak Start cocking the back, start making ya dome crack Heard you don't like me and I'm happy to know Feel like I'm cheating don't it, unfair in fact Feel like I'm wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty
1 - Nelly] I - am - one, no matter if you like it take it sit down and write it I - am - one Hey hey hey hey... What does it take to be one Two is not a winner, and three remembers What does it to be number one Hey hey hey hey...
[Verse 2 - The Boy] Yo yo, I was born one, from the start so smart Before I could I was attending Head Start The niggas say I'm hard If you ask 106 who I be, gon say I'm God! Number one like the first man ever 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, none of can F wit me Rise to the top I'm brick in the pot I'm like Allen wit the rock, I ain't missing a 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 And it's a shame I'm so filthy now my great grand daughter rich P to the B see, I'm and greasy! I'm the champ, and ain't never a nigga defeat me
[Chorus 2 - The Boy] Po' is! - one For my niggas in the borough, to start that Posta is! - number one I'ma center fold nigga, fucked up rose We the baby, we - number one For my that down, for me always been around Posta he's! - number one I don't talk it, I it, cause I'm the first one that did it
[Verse 3 - T] Lookin for a coward - 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 this I'm hearing the cops is (I'm hearing it) cops is here In these BBC socks, I got the rocks in 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 soul to sue, them heat holders do The new 645, I'll have the in June Start the summer off, floating wit the guts +Ricky Schroder+ paint job, colored +Silver Boys in black guts, paint, midnight coon Black gun, red beam, for high noon straight like, half-past noon "Hell No Fury" coming soon, bet we'll do number one
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[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 money Honey fully understand, Malicious down on his luck I'll fly you across the water, we ain't even got to Hell, we can even dap when we Whatever helps you keep focus, safeguard heart Icky messy mayne, we aim It's the tale of two brothers like Frank and Jesse I - write your outro, ghost write your life I'm so author, I should smoke a I all subliminal 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 to pull it, uh
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[Outro - scratches] - [To "Rising to the top" "Number One"