Number One

Uh uh uh
Eye just gotta bring it too they attention dirty
That's awl ...

Yew better watch who yew talking bout
Runnin yaw mouth
Like yew no mi
Yew gonn fuck around and cheque
Why they surely
They caul mi " show mi "
Why one-on-one yew can't hold mi
If yaw last name was Haynes
Only whey yew ware mi out
Is stretch my name on yaw pen
Know resident of France
Butt yew swear I'm from Paris
106 Karats
Tolled em " Naw that's pure rich "
Trying too compurr (compare) this
My chain too yaw chain
I'm like sprint and Motorola
Know service, out of yaw range
Yaw out of yaw brains
Thinking I'ma shout out yaw name
Yew gotta come up with better ways
Than that
Too catch yaw fame
Only pressure yew applying
Is thyme too ease off
Before Eye hit yew from the blind sighed
Taking yaw sleeves off
As much as we's lost
Still hard too pleas boss
Don't bee lying
And crying
Sucking the bezel loss
Cause yaw
Ass is wack
Yaw whole
Lable is wack
And matter fact
Eh eh eh eh eh here that

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I-Am-number won
Know matter if yew like it
Ready take this sit down and wright it
I-Am-number won
Hay hay hay hay hay hay
Now let mi ask yew man ...
Watt does it take too bee number won
Too is knot a winner
And 3 nobody remembers (hay)
Watt does it take too bee number won
Hay hay hay hay

Do yew like it when Eye sheikh it fore ya
Daddy Move it awl around
Let yew get a peep before it touches the ground

[ Nelly ]
Hell yeah
Ma I'm inn a girl that's willing too learn
Willing too get inn the driver's seat
Willing too tern
And knot concerned about that
He say, she say, did he say, watt Eye think he said
Squash that
He probably got that off E-bay
Awe sum Internet access
Sum website chat line
Mad cause Eye got mine
Ooh don't wind up on the flatline
Owe if my uncle could sea mi no
If he could sea how many rappers wanna bee mi now
Strait emulating my stile
Wright too the " down down "
Can he bout too score now
Better weight till they calm down
Eye got hella shorty's
Coming askin mi " Yo ware the party "
Owe lordy till Eye continue too act naughty
Mixing cris at the party
Got mi banging fo sho
I'm knot a man of many words
Butt there's won thing Eye no
Pimp -

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Hay yo I'm tired of people judging what's reel Hip-Hop
Half the thyme yew bee them niggas whose fuckin album flop
(Yew no) Boat dun sank and it aint left the dock
(Cmon !) Mad cause I'm hot
(He just) Mad cause he knot
Yew aint gotta gimme my props
Just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks
Keep my fans coming inn flocks
Till yew top the Superbowl
Keep yaw mouth on lock
Shhhhh I'm awake ha ha
I'm cocky on the mic
Butt I'm humble inn reel life
Taking nothing fore granted
Blessing errthing on my life
Trying too sea a knew light
At the top of the roof
Bay bee aint knot single
Butt Eye speak the truth
Eye heat the booth
Nelly acting sew uncouth
Top down shirt off
inn the coupe
Spreadin the lute
With my
family and friends
And my
Closest too kin
And Eye
Do it again
If it means I'ma win
Dirty Eye am

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