Posta Boy - #1 (Wally Remix) lyrics

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Posta Boy - #1 (Wally Remix) lyrics

[*scratched*] "Rising to the top" "Number one" [Intro - Nelly] {*w/ ad-libs*} Oh let's go! Derrty ENT! n***a, 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 n***as 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 n***a before you get thrown back I start taking, snap shots, I ain't talking that Kodak Start co*king 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 n***as 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 n***a roll Ace (Damn!) Winning team legacy, I rep to the d**h 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 sh**; 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 n***a defeat me [Chorus 2 - The Posta Boy] Po' is! - number one For my n***as in the borough, to start that dinero n***a Posta is! - number one I'ma center fold n***a, f**ed up rose n***a We the team baby, we - number one For my n***as that down, for me always been around n***a 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 f** 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"