number one Two's a bad look and one I want I'm such a G, I wanna be number one They think I'm doing this just for fun I'm going in, I wanna be number
thank him for ya gal he made her suck a little better He love makin' trash outta another niggas treasure Cause bitches for dude dog, come a dime a dozen Fuck one let one
To the people in the neighborhood John Law is number one Freeze, we said Stop His name was John Law For John Law, Neighborhood cop A man we know and love When John Laws
the numbers of them fuckin zeroes (WHAT?) Eight for haters, nine for the cause Ten for my niggaz, behind big bars (HEY) Fuck these devils, and they laws
you in the federal penitentary for breaking these same laws. Now we gonna look and see if this muthaphucker is guilty for the laws he'll put you in jail
' louder than a shot gun,you don't want none RHYME PAYS was the name of the album But that was number one,this is the number two The posse grew,we're
m a hafta, don't, them, put, it, this, with Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha And did ever that best ah, no one's this better No one's this clever, measure, me to them
ribs, your arms We party hard, at the bar Buyin bottles of overpriced styles and Remy Mar The Head Niggas In Charge We number one, QB there's no competition
The kind of chick I'm lookin' fo' Actresses in movies and the models in the video Call me Deuce Bigalow, cold blooded gigolo Give the ho the rod then tell her let my nigga go Pussy pumper number one
desecrators Even live the Players life Havin' drinks and much in sight Have a game to campaign? What'cha got up for tonight? Winein', dinin', feelin' fine and claimin' clouds of number
that beats longer than every pacemaker YEAH! We ridin, we - gon' die foolin Laws and rules don't apply to ME! (Gangsta!) [Verse One: Royce Da 5'9"] ..
shout "3000, forgot your credit card, smart move By the way, my little sister loves your cartoon" Well, here's my name and numb If I ain't the one, lose
big bitch with a sandy tone We gone, South Beach in the Miami zone Damn she wrong, bad little candy cone One head nod from me she out the door One head
: [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines Rock
keys Entrepreneurs up in the game outta the 713 See one of the keys to my success, I switched up like Greg Mattix While maintaining my composure to become one
metergrams and beepers All around my waist with the boomin bass Bouncin up against your body if you want the taste You can leave your name and number
