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
soul In a world hate center we reign Save yourself In a world hate center of pain Save them all In a world hate center we're torn Now do you feel respectable
off the wall crazy You can't see, what I can see cause you're blind baby, born a slave die a slave Representing from the cradle to the grave Cause we
on me makin' dollars can't bother to act a clown Bound to peel a cap for real, If that's what it's comin' to, Artificial anna I can't stand-ah but I'm
there for me But I'ma flee my territory So I won't end up, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a
can get 2 quarts, there's also a sale on Newports A seperate line for Lotto, bumpy face, add a model Huggin' a bottle, salt and sour Jays, and blueberry Hugs Shorties consider a
a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk
DIE AND BE A MARTYR, RESPECT ME LIKE YOUR FATHER! Let off a clip or let a case off I have your pussy ass runnin' like a race horse! Follow orders now! -
turf, like me and my family Pimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cent Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent Me and my folks we on one (On one) We
You a Snitch Nigga, specializin' at bumpin' ya gums Bitch Nigga, countin' all your bricks but all I see is crumbs Snitch Nigga, ain't you tired of running your mouth Can
a natural born killer Drug dealer, anything it took to survive Even if it took a nigga to die, I'm a gangsta I got a brick from a sucker that he wanted
' that turf, like me and my family Pimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cent Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent Me and my folks we on one, on one We
draw y'all Whether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all Niggas ain't ready, I doubt all y'all Fly ass niggas, I reroute all y'all If it ain't for the
a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all - a one two, a check a one two If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all - a check two, a
a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film Just a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed The ghetto
my homeboy Tino "What's up?" So get a good look bro Get a good gander I'm made in Detroit but my name aint Stanzler Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus While
what else can all those muscles do And he said, "I can turn a jack, I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too" Can you swing a hammer boy? Yes sir
