Lyrics:
to lay down
Crazy, I'm no king in your crown
Change me, and I'll only go crazy
Crazy, you're not going to save me
You've got my number
mine, chance with the killer when I chase mine
I wear bullet proof transform, leave a number on who made mine
Smoking that gray pine, they save mine
I had
While the world lies in slumber
Oh the times without number
When I say to you
Do you love me
Just like I love you
Are you my life to be
That dream
Devil with a blue dress on.
Devil with a blue dress, blue dress, blue dress,
Devil with a blue dress on.
Wearin' her perfume, Chanel Number Five,
Introduce some plans, to the elementary game
We can be connected with a number and a name
Strange how women make you chase them for awhile
Then when you
all week long
now the house is empty the folks are gone
C'mon everybody
Well my baby's number one
But I'm gonna dance with three or four
enemy number one,
Now that I have a machine-gun
In the dog day after-noon sun,
Now that I have a machine-gun
Whoa oh-oh-oh-oh!
My own machine-gun
Whoa
a fact
Marked by the numbers
Of predominance
Lead me to the path of perfect celebration
I've been reborn in a world of consumption
Arisen in
The same ol' nigga
Just a different game
Fuck bitches, tote heat
Things never gon' change
I'm the number one stunna
Nigga, Baby's the name
I like
pussy
I have a dream Martin Luther King pussy
The number 7 Bulls championship ring pussy
The sweetest thing pussy
Squeaky clean pussy
Unforeseen make
While the world lies in slumber
Oh the times without number
When I say to you
Do you love me
Just like I love you
Are you my life to be
That dream
nature's children, daughters and sons
Our numbers are many, but we all live as one
Oh, play it for me mac
Well, buy a few acres, do your own excavation
Lay
yield. Sterile heaven 'cause you're number one, =
Equipped with ample insulation. Under surveilance invaders are detected, =
External apparatus
Do ya hear that whistle down the line?
I figure that it's engine number forty nine
She's the only one that'll sound that way
On the Atchison,
that
Lined our names up with numbers to see if they matched
Scared to death 'bout the first time, I knew it would hurt
In your house, on your
the mummy
Exploiting the ancient Egypt science of life and math for money
The Godfather flow I'm like Sonny
The number one thief; Mr. Wild Out like KEITH
A church house, gin house
A school house, outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
(sounds of fighting)
Number eight was a female, at least that's how I figured,
Until it started rappin, sounded like one of my niggas,
God damn this that,
everythin's fine
Then react inna blinks time
Over-done, I'm rated number one contender
Tha war zone engage or surrender
Now if tha kicks fit nigga wear that
Hey Mr. Undertaker do me a big favor
Make me look real good because I'm going for a ride
Hey Mr. Embalmer I did a number with my revolver
Can you
That should be really entertaining.
The assassination video's,
Gone straight to number one
We'll be endorsed by Klashnikov,
And Semtex before we're done
like
Mummy don't mean nothing
It's all she hears from 9 to 5
All alone at number
19
Every single day she dies
19 years of hollow cliches
Now she wants
the posi-life like the magic number
I be the summer, I got the feeling under my skin once again
It's fisch with festive rhymes to rock and
Whirl around
the same
We got all the bosses, we got landlords, we all play the slavery game
They've got the guns but we got the numbers.
When the people are one we will
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