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Original 60's Number 1's Album (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Album Number Two (Joey + Rory) · The Number One Rap Album (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Number One Reggae Album (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Number One Classical Album 2006 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Number One Christmas Album (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Number 1 Jazz Christmas Album (Diana Krall) · Number One Movies Album (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Number One Jazz Album (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Number One Musicals Album [2009] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


shit, EPMD strictly hardcore
Been there, done did it and 'bout to do it again
Stompin' through it with the heavenly grin
With seven number one albums
the whistle [x3]

Biacth!

Too $hort
Up all night baby
Album number sixteen
Y'all can't fuck wit that
don't wanna be like me
I come from East Oakland where the yougstas get Hyphy
Blow it!

BLOW THE WHISTLE [x3]

BIACTH!

Too $hort
Up all Night baby
Album
back when I get home on Sunday afternoon
And P.S. if this is Austin I still love you

Well this time she left her number
But not another word
When she
weekend long
But I'll call you back when I get home on Sunday afternoon
And P.S. if this is Austin I still love you

Well this time she left her number
weekend long
But I'll call you back when I get home on Sunday afternoon
And P.S. if this is Austin I still love you

Well this time she left her number
back when I get home on Sunday afternoon
And P.S. if this is Austin I still love you

Well this time she left her number
But not another word
When she
Intro 

The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by 

KRS One. 

Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye 

Widdy bye bye bye bye
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)
to the fun, hey the fun.
To hell if you're willin',
Your name's on the billing
And it seems that you're wanted
In ring number three.
Look out your window
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like

D.E.E.P
make 
Me think dip dy dip to the socialize 
Of americal not America mer 
Medler rich peddler "hold up? 
Which ways up whatever high 
Heather by bush push
met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age

Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P A on the map
first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age

Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P
down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one

People still takin'
straight up, just like The P Is Free
So now you know, a poet's job is never done
But I'm never overworked, 'cause I'm still number one.

Cool Moe Dee,
eating and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's putting up McDonald's numbers
heard me?}
R.I.P. Tupac (R.I.P. Tupac)
Biggie Smalls (Biggie Smalls)
Kevin Miller (my little brother Kevin Miller)
I made this album for the niggaz
your choice, so it takes you to choose
The best in rap, the best in r&b
The best in rock, the best in p-o-p
Who works the hardest, sweats the most
a fucking drive-by 

Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac 

Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack 

Master P in the passenger seat getting
you can't match numbers then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge
And shit, live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P dub shines regardless
Remorseless,
back when I get home on Sunday afternoon
And P.S. if this is Austin I still love you

Well this time she left her number
But not another word
When she
She said she likes my watch
But she wants Steve's AP
And she stay up all hours watching Q.V.C.
She said she loves my songs
She bought my mp3
And so I
I'm a H-I-P H-O-P H-E-A-D, been since one-nine-eight-three
Are to the A-P-P-I-N
Eighty-four was the year I picked up the pen
At the same time
three hundred sixty degrees
The cycle is square, a circle completion
D.O.P. is speaking -- people always ask the relation between
The cipher