last Fast as hell, he will give his life, he will do everything to win To be number one, to be number one To be number one, to be number one, to be number one
everything to win and to be No. 1, to be No. 1. [Bridge 1] He's ready now soon the race will begin for him His life's passing by in front his eyes No one
you alone we take to the stage the audience rave, we're doing our bit a heavenly cast, a blast from the past there's a song to be sung, will it make number one
m heated heavenly better be smoking this This me! I'll be the thuggish ruggish nigga on the block With two glocks it don't stop I bust one time and muthafuckas
body until this Light?s out Turn me on, my baby dont you Cut me out Turn me on, my baby dont you Cut me out Number one, I take you to the number tree
tell us that heavenly story and oh Tell of that homecoming glory it's my favorite story by far Because it tells us who we are I wanna be in that number
: [INTRO] Heavenly father... Creator of all things I humble myself... As I bow to the throne I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness [REPEAT 2x] I
: Won't you be my wagon wheel Won't you tell me, baby, how do you feel ? Yeah you got to live yeah your life as though you're number one Yeah you got
live for no bitch or lady, they try to play me We flowin like the Mississsippi to the River Euphrates One-hundred and eighty times two, one complete
anatomy with assault and battery Number two, Chao San Poi Number two, Chao San Poi He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives Number one
your body until it's light's out Turn me on, my baby dont you Cut me out Turn me on, my baby dont you Cut me out Number one, I take two number threes
'til it's lights out Turn me on, my baby, don't you cut me out Turn me on, my baby, don't you cut me out Number one, I'll take two number-threes That
hate to be the one that say I told you so But I told you so and now I'm back in here I love thank you, heavenly father For ... your life on me You send
Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the plague Unclean bad dreams of Wyclef being a fiend One last kiss from my sweet
Won't you be my wagon wheel Won't you tell me, baby, how do you feel Yeah, you got to live, yeah, your life As though you're number one Yeah, you got
[verse one - hotdog] Aiyyo ? ? , I got the batter, get the mixer As the trickster will fix ya a batch of rhymes You know that soothes, like an elixir
Leaving their baby behind Did you hear this poor little child was only nine years of age When mother and dad went away Still she bravely worked at the one
