#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!?...
[Verse 1 - They said I was crazy, when I 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 ain't obese, then what do ya call fat I wasn't born on purpose, I was born I'm the of what happens when the condom is torn I was sworn to secrecy, only talking when to be Never saying too much, and these niggas talking Conceivably I rip it up mo' then I get fo' Same biz you paying, on I get the credit fo' More retro, than nigga before you get thrown I start taking, snap shots, I ain't talking that Start cocking the fo's back, start ya dome crack Heard you don't like me and I'm happy to know Feel like I'm cheating it, kinda unfair in fact like I'm playing 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 down and it I - am - one Hey hey hey hey... does it take to be number one Two is not a winner, and nobody remembers What it take to be number one Hey hey hey hey...
2 - The Posta Boy] Yo yo, I was born number one, the start so smart Before I could walk I was attending Start The niggas 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 team legacy, I rep to the of me And just for the record B, of y'all can F wit me Rise to the top like I'm in the pot I'm like Allen wit the rock, I ain't a shot When I'm down in the I be booted '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 daughter mother 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 Nigga is! - number one I'ma center fold nigga, fucked up rose We the baby, we - number one For my niggas down, for me always been around Nigga 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 - well it's not in here Under the BBC, this be popping here The game is wild, few gonna drop this Some of y'all not this year, the rest of getting dropped this 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 know it's gon' get +Hot in Touch ya soul to sue, them heat holders do The new 645, I'll have the in June Start the summer off, wit the guts maroon +Ricky paint job, colored +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 do number one
[Chorus 1] + (w/ ad-libs)
[Verse 4 - It was just '98, I was work Now I'm only - over a mill, hell of a growth spurt And you wanna talk, show money You think it was talk show money Honey fully understand, never down on his luck I'll fly you the water, we ain't even got to fuck Hell, we can even dap we park Whatever helps you keep focus, your heart Icky messy mayne, we aim It's the tale of two brothers Frank and Jesse James I will - write outro, ghost write your life I'm so author, I should a pipe I disregard all gestures I'm the roller, y'all couldn't cast 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"