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