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    "No.1" Lyrics

    Nelly feat. Clipse

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    #1 (Wally Remix)
    f/ Clipse, The Posta Boy

    [*scratched*]
    "Rising to the top"
    "Number one"

    [Intro - Nelly] {*w/ ad-libs*}
    Oh let's 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 err'thang I had, and I put it in rap
    If I ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya call that
    If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya call fat
    I wasn't born on purpose, I was unpurposely born
    I'm 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 ain't talking that Kodak
    Start cocking the fo's back, start making ya dome crack
    Heard you don't like me and I'm happy to know that
    Feel like I'm cheating don't it, kinda unfair in fact
    Feel like I'm playing wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, 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 I'm hard
    If you ask 106 who I be, they gon say I'm 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 y'all can F wit me
    Rise to the top like I'm brick in the pot
    I'm like Allen wit the rock, I ain't missing a shot
    When I'm down in the Dirty I be booted 'n sooted
    Me and Nelly got the Airs wit the chinchilla swooshes
    Anyway that's some other shit; And it's a shame
    I'm so filthy now my great grand daughter mother rich
    P to the B see, I'm ghetto and greasy!
    I'm the champ, and ain't 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
    I'ma 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 he's! - number one
    I don't talk it, I live it, cause I'm the first one that did it

    [Verse 3 - Pusha T]
    Lookin for a coward - well it's not in here
    Under the BBC, this heart be popping here
    The game is wild, few gonna drop this year
    Some of y'all not this year, the rest of y'all getting dropped this year
    I'm hearing that the cops is (I'm 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 it's gon' get +Hot in Here+
    Touch ya soul to sue, like them heat holders do
    The new 645, I'll 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 we'll do number one

    [Chorus 1] + (w/ Malice ad-libs)

    [Verse 4 - Malice]
    It was just '98, I was holding work
    Now I'm only worth - over a mill, hell of a growth spurt
    And you don't wanna talk, show money
    You would think it was talk show money
    Honey fully understand, Malicious never down on his luck
    I'll fly you across the water, we ain't 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
    It's the tale of two brothers like Frank and Jesse James
    I will - write your outro, ghost write your life
    I'm so author, I should smoke a pipe
    I disregard all subliminal gestures
    I'm the lead roller, y'all couldn't cast his extras
    I run wit it, threw it in my sleep, I'm one wit it
    And that's one wit a bullet, I'll be the first to pull it, uh

    [Chorus 1]

    [Outro - scratches] - [To fade]
    "Rising to the top"
    "Number One"
    This song was submitted on August 27th, 2011 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Cornell Haynes, Waiel Yaghnam.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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