Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Numbers, artist - Organized Konfusion. Album song The Equinox, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
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| Uhh, turn it up |
| Hah, uhh, yo, check it |
| Now add it up |
| Uhh, add it up |
| Uhh… |
| Check it out, we’re like |
| Three LP’s precise from my Five Deadly Venoms |
| With international plugs like nine Organized emblems |
| Get it? |
| Twenty Thousand Leagues, extra deep |
| Runnin with the number thirteen with my 40 Below’s upon the feet |
| Now Adam 12 got me in this 20/20 |
| So I’m double oh seven about my four one one |
| Sunny forecast with eighty-three degrees of heat |
| We merkin four-twenty eat island three five N2Deep |
| Mack 10 under seat for carjacking Passenger 57's |
| A Product 19 who gets the dumpster behind 7 Eleven |
| Same 227 style with one nosy bitch in the blind |
| Hit, one-five-five for twenty sacks and better |
| Nothin but love for this nigga, Mr. 16th Letter |
| Mr. 16th Letter, Mr. 16th Letter… |
| Yo, nine times out of ten, a nigga won’t shine |
| I drop dime on five niggas who all had nines |
| On the corner of my block doin crime, now I’m |
| Walkin around, with the fo'-pound, now lately |
| Lookin over my shoulder with a Sig-Sauer .380 |
| Maybe the baby Tec woulda been nicer to bring along |
| Sing along with me if y’all know the song |
| Mines, gimme, not Vinnie but I’m Naughty |
| In forty projects drinkin 40's till I’m forty? |
| Truncatin drum loops with Pauly |
| On the SP-1200 at 12−12 you feel it |
| Mission to create, matrimony and reveal it |
| It’s love in the form of life, as you know it |
| You skatin with the eight and I’mma damn sure show it |
| Funky Four +1, you know makes Five |
| Fantastic, romantic, got live |
| Furious was cheeriest, the Treacherous Three |
| We be the Awesome Two most definitely |
| … makes Five … got live |
| … Three, we be the Awesome Two |
| Now I can get Get, Smart smart |
| But I’m not not Eighty-Six in the mind, mind you |
| I got a girl named Ninety-Nine, and when I rhyme |
| She rhymes too, she likes to do the sixty-nine |
| And so I climb, up through, to the, top of the pile |
| But see I’m not standing on Gomer |
| I hit a homer, and I got jumped by The Simpsons |
| Not to mention, Pharoahe Mon-Chi-Chi, eighty-nine percent |
| Of the time I’m sure of my rhyme like Shank Redemption |
| The remaining eleven percent come from seven percent |
| Great God Pharoahe of heaven ascent |
| Racin a 5.0, in my 380i |
| On my way back from Florida on four-ninety-five |
| We just parlayin with the one one one |
| Check one, now add it up |
| Now add the two *scratch* two two |
| Uhh, Monch, add it up |
| Truly with the three three three three |
| Yo, add it up |
| We be the Awesome Two most definitely |
| Now just yesterday I couldn’t took my last Five Heartbeats |
| Now I feeling it’s for spiritual reasons |
| No more sweet sixteens and dick teasing |
| Too many Tech-9's behind trees and five-oh keeps a black brotha bleedin |
| Fillin em up like Unleaded Phillips 66 |
| Owin me more than 40 Acres and these Mule kicks |
| Gettin the 48 Hours, like Eddie Murphy |
| Too dark to mix, now triple-six wanna hurt me |
| Still reachin for more than, ten million sales |
| In Studio 54, Waiting to Exhale |
| When in the world 12 disciples, in this life cycle |
| That’s trifle, so my impact’s a twenty gauge rifle |
| Fifty/fifty eight and thirteen inches of weapon |
| 7−1-8 to 2−1-3 on the 747 |
| Three strikes, two tokes, once again for the mass |
| Furious like the Five with Grandmaster Flash |
| Yo, Funky Four +1, you know makes Five |
| Fantastic, romantic, got live |
| Furious was cheeriest, the Treacherous Three |
| We be the Awesome Two most definitely |