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