Who's Number One?

Lyrics

Ladies and gentleman
 (Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)
 One-two, this thing on right here
 (We ain't gonna stop)
 Can y'all hear me out there?
 (And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat)
 Ladies and gentleman without further adieu
 (It's our time)
 I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch
 Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap
 I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
 Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down
 I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah
 You broke hoes need to throw in the towel
 Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel
 Who me? That's none of your concern
 Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn
 Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs
 Pussy flawless, get wetted in worms
 If you only knew like Aaliyah
 How your man be hawking me and stalking me
 When he fucking you he see me
 Every crack valve or record he sell I get a piecey
 Easy, believe me, my words is credible
 Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable
 Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy
 Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
 I guess you know by now who's number one
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
 (Number one)
 So if you got beef better think again
 (Number one)
 Cause you can't win
 (You can't win)
 I guess you know by now who's number one
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
 (Number one)
 So if you got beef better think again
 (Number one)
 Cause you can't win
 (You can't win)
 Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers
 Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane
 I moved on to bigger and better things
 Y'all still making minimum wage
 First on stage, like the ever I graze
 Leave you amazed
 And keep the fifth by the rib cage
 All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes
 Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes
 You's a gangster, prove it
 Wanna shoot me, do it
 That's word than Jerry McGuire
 I'll set that ass on fire
 That's how you work with barbed wire
 Carve my name in your face
 Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station
 Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurotheme
 Cocoa butter creme
 That's the gleam of drugs baby like codeine
 Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent
 Your's is satisfactory return them to the factory
 I mean practically, the shit is whack for me
 Mama bear, finally out of hibernating
 Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating
 I guess you know by now who's number one
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
 (Number one)
 So if you got beef better think again
 (Number one)
 Cause you can't win
 (You can't win)
 I guess you know by now who's number one
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
 (Number one)
 So if you got beef better think again
 (Number one)
 Cause you can't win
 (You can't win)
 It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A
 Often tipsy, cabin in Percipsy
 I've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two
 Nothing left to do
 Move it in there, cathedral ceilings
 Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings
 P Diddy introduced me to the business side
 Fired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills
 That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill
 Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels
 Still on tricycles, riding bicycles
 Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles
 I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts
 On the countdown, don't make me laugh
 Got my own company, I'm chief of the staff
 They say we twins then I'm the better half
 I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern
 This court is adjourned
 And now it's your turn bitch
 I guess you know by now who's number one
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
 (Number one)
 So if you got beef better think again
 (Number one)
 Cause you can't win
 (You can't win)
 I guess you know by now who's number one
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
 (Number one)
 So if you got beef better think again
 (Number one)
 Cause you can't win
 (You can't win)
 Can you feel me?
 I just wanna know if y'all can feel me
 I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there
 It's not a game, we're back
 And this time we're not going anywhere
 Number one, that's my bitch
 Recognize! Ya feel me?
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:13
Key
8
Tempo
91 BPM

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