Nelly Clipse, The Posta Boy - #1 (Wally Remix)

[*scratched*] "Rising to the top" "Number one" [Intro - Nelly] {*w/ ad-libs*} Oh lets 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 errthang I had, and I put it in rap If I aint a Lunatic, then what do ya call that If my pockets aint obese, then what do ya call fat I wasnt born on purpose, I was unpurposely born Im 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 aint talking that Kodak Start cocking the fos back, start making ya dome crack Heard you dont like me and Im happy to know that Feel like Im cheating dont it, kinda unfair in fact Feel like Im playing wit two Shaqs, and two T-Macs, 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 Im hard If you ask 106 who I be, they gon say Im 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 yall can F wit me Rise to the top like Im brick in the pot Im like Allen wit the rock, I aint missing a shot When Im down in the Dirty I be booted n sooted Me and Nelly got the Airs wit the chinchilla swooshes Anyway thats some other shit; And its a shame Im so filthy now my great grand daughter mother rich P to the B see, Im ghetto and greasy! Im the champ, and aint 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 Ima 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 hes! - number one I dont talk it, I live it, cause Im the first one that did it [Verse 3 - Pusha T] Lookin for a coward - well its not in here Under the BBC, this heart be popping here The game is wild, few gonna drop this year Some of yall not this year, the rest of yall getting dropped this year Im hearing that the cops is (Im 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 its gon get +Hot in Here+ Touch ya soul to sue, like them heat holders do The new 645, Ill 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 well do number one [Chorus 1] + (w/ Malice ad-libs) [Verse 4 - Malice] It was just 98, I was holding work Now Im only worth - over a mill, hell of a growth spurt And you dont wanna talk, show money You would think it was talk show money Honey fully understand, Malicious never down on his luck Ill fly you across the water, we aint 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 Its the tale of two brothers like Frank and Jesse James I will - write your outro, ghost write your life Im so author, I should smoke a pipe I disregard all subliminal gestures Im the lead roller, yall couldnt cast his extras I run wit it, threw it in my sleep, Im one wit it And thats one wit a bullet, Ill be the first to pull it, uh [Chorus 1] [Outro - scratches] - [To fade] "Rising to the top" "Number One"
Artist: Nelly Clipse, The Posta Boy
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