Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Numerical Slaughter, artist - Papoose. Date of issue: 07.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Numerical Slaughter |
| You heard the legendary Alphabetical Slaughter |
| My man Papoose is back to make history again |
| Check it, I’ma scream out the numbers and he gonna break 'em down from one to |
| nine |
| This is Numercial Slaughter |
| Yo Pap, let’s go |
| One! |
| To keep it one-hundred all I need is one mic |
| You only live once, God gave you one life |
| I caught one felony, committed one crime |
| I was on 1st Street, duckin' from the one-time |
| It’s only one light, one king, one sun |
| One lead, love’s gonna get you KRS-One'd |
| Two! |
| I had to run from two cops, for two blocks, it’s too hot |
| Hand on my twenty-two, listening to 2Pac |
| I’m now a two time felon, two thorough, two llamas |
| Had to call up my ex girl cause she was a two timer |
| Two in your lower body, two in your upper |
| One time a lollipop, two time’s a sucker |
| Three! |
| Bust three checks, they gon' clear in three days |
| You was talkin' bout me, you ain’t know they let me listen on a three-way |
| He had a three-pound when he caught his third strike |
| He a three time loser, they gave him a three to life |
| Four! |
| Forty four magnum, forty caliber handgun |
| Sippin' a forty ounce of beer, hang where you can’t come |
| Twin forty cal’s on my waist, I’m a thug |
| I got two forties on me like the forty-forty club |
| Five! |
| Five boroughs of death, you don’t understand |
| Don’t give me a five if you ain’t my man |
| They taking shots at Remy Makaveli, I’m like wow |
| Five shots couldn’t drop her, she took it and smiled |
| A couple of my homeboys rep that five |
| They throw it up, give you five on a black hand side |
| If my fam got a problem, I’ma ride, I’ll be there like |
| Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Michael, the Jackson 5 |
| Six! |
| We could build on a 6 God |
| Six stands for equality, that’s if you swift, God |
| Head cracked you at the dice game, I rolled a six, y’all |
| Fuck a 16, I could kill you in six bars |
| You sold your soul to the Devil so it’s hard to compete |
| You reppin' 6−6-6, that’s the mark of the beast |
| Seven! |
| They say seven’s a lucky a number |
| But we been suffering seven winters and six summers |
| In a sprinter with seven shooters, the seven seater |
| Niggas is snitching, they be singing like Sevyn Streeter |
| Caught him slippin' at the 7−11 and did him dirty |
| Try to play me, I’m crazy baby, 7−30 |
| Eight! |
| Last night I ate on the block, made eight licks |
| Last customer who got on my nerves got eighty-six |
| Cross me, get your food ate, crow Papoose |
| Messin' with me’ll get you ate, like four times two |
| Nine! |
| Travel with the nine on my side since '99 |
| Wide-eyed, these pussy cats got nine lives |
| The greatest rapper died on March 9th, son |
| I got 99 problems, and a bitch ain’t one |
| If the G don’t get you, the nine will, I’m the king |
| Nines all over my shirt, Gino Green |
| Yo that was crazy, Pap, from one to nine |
| Now go from ten to twenty, let’s go! |
| I was a tenant in them tenements |
| Had hustling tendencies |
| Ten niggas doubt me like Memphis, that’s something Tennessee |
| Ten AM to Ten PM, ten toes down |