#1 (wally Remix) Lyrics

#1 (wally Remix) lyrics










  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








 f/ Clipse, The Posta Boy



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[*scratched*]

"Rising to the top"

"Number one"



[Intro - Nelly] {*w/ ad-libs*

Oh let's go!

Derrty ENT!

Nigga, we all we got, aye

We all we got!

Ok! Can you hear me!?...



[Verse 1 - Nelly]

They said I was crazy, when I stop slangin the crack

Took err'thang I had, and I put it in rap

If I ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya call that

If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya call fat

I wasn't born on purpose, I was unpurposely born

I'm the result of what happens when the condom is torn

I was sworn to secrecy, only talking when need to be

Never saying too much, and these niggas talking repeatedly

Conceivably I rip it up mo' then I get regretted fo'

Same biz you paying, on notes I get the credit fo'

More retro, than nigga before you get thrown back

I start taking, snap shots, I ain't talking that Kodak

Start cocking the fo's back, start making ya dome crack

Heard you don't like me and I'm happy to know that

Feel like I'm cheating don't it, kinda unfair in fact

Feel like I'm playing wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty



[Chorus 1 - Nelly]

I - am - number one, no matter if you like it

Here take it sit down and write it

I - am - number one

Hey hey hey hey...

What does it take to be number one

Two is not a winner, and three nobody remembers

What does it take to be number one

Hey hey hey hey...



[Verse 2 - The Posta Boy]

Yo yo, I was born number one, from the start so smart

Before I could walk I was attending Head Start

The jail niggas say I'm hard

If you ask 106 who I be, they gon say I'm God!

Number one like the first man ever touched space

Or the dot on the dice when a nigga roll Ace (Damn!)

Winning team legacy, I rep to the death of me

And just for the record B, none of y'all can F wit me

Rise to the top like I'm brick in the pot

I'm like Allen wit the rock, I ain't missing a shot

When I'm down in the Dirty I be booted 'n sooted

Me and Nelly got the Airs wit the chinchilla swooshes

Anyway that's some other shit; And it's a shame

I'm so filthy now my great grand daughter mother rich

P to the B see, I'm ghetto and greasy!

I'm the champ, and ain't never been a nigga defeat me



[Chorus 2 - The Posta Boy]

Po' is! - number one

For my niggas in the borough, to start that dinero

Nigga Posta is! - number one

I'ma center fold nigga, fucked up rose nigga

We the team baby, we - number one

For my niggas that down, for me always been around

Nigga Posta he's! - number one

I don't talk it, I live it, cause I'm the first one that did it



[Verse 3 - Pusha T]

Lookin for a coward - well it's not in here

Under the BBC, this heart be popping here

The game is wild, few gonna drop this year

Some of y'all not this year, the rest of y'all getting dropped this year

I'm hearing that the cops is (I'm hearing it) cops is here

In these BBC socks, I got the rocks in here

If the cops in here, I got my glock in here

If the glock in here, you know it's gon' get +Hot in Here+

Touch ya soul to sue, like them heat holders do

The new 645, I'll have the first in June

Start the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon

+Ricky Schroder+ paint job, colored +Silver Spoon+

Boys in black guts, black paint, midnight coon

Black gun, red beam, ready for high noon

Pusha straight like, half-past noon

"Hell Hath No Fury" coming soon, bet we'll do number one



[Chorus 1] + (w/ Malice ad-libs)



[Verse 4 - Malice]

It was just '98, I was holding work

Now I'm only worth - over a mill, hell of a growth spurt

And you don't wanna talk, show money

You would think it was talk show money

Honey fully understand, Malicious never down on his luck

I'll fly you across the water, we ain't even got to fuck

Hell, we can even dap when we park

Whatever helps you keep focus, safeguard your heart

Icky messy mayne, we wrecklessly aim

It's the tale of two brothers like Frank and Jesse James

I will - write your outro, ghost write your life

I'm so author, I should smoke a pipe

I disregard all subliminal gestures

I'm the lead roller, y'all couldn't cast his extras

I run wit it, threw it in my sleep, I'm one wit it

And that's one wit a bullet, I'll be the first to pull it, uh



[Chorus 1]



[Outro - scratches] - [To fade]

"Rising to the top"

"Number One"