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number one - the game lyrics

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[sample]
dr. forrest, dial one eighteen please
dr. forrest, please dial one one eight

[verse 1: the game]
diddy ain’t tell ya’ll i run the city now?
play wack rappers like a stewardess, i sit ’em down
take flight like holyfield and mike, number one or two
lend me a ear i will chew you n-ggas like tobacco
major league sh-t, get hotter than tabasco
make you eat sh-t
’cause n-ggas can’t see me, even with no tint
on the bentley, i’m simply
a motherf-ckin’ magician when it come to dissapearin’ rappers
sh-t happens
drama lead to bullsh-t, bullsh-t to foul play, foul play to gun play
then you see the tahoe swervin’ down the one-way
bangin’ big poppa ’till the red dots spot ya
pop ya, drop ya, like the rasta-
farian marijuana i blow like sinatra
better call a docta’, i gotcha n-gga
i’m number one

[hook: game]
i’m number one (x4)

[verse 2: the game]
who got you n-ggas g-ssed up?
treat em’ like a b-tch, f-ck ’em, leave em’ wit they -ss up
screamin’ like k-ci & jojo’s last cut
‘if ya think ya lonely”, wait until tonight’s up
black tape around ya wife and your daughter
my lyrical slaughter’s on time for your departure
look what all that sl!ck sh-t bought ya, this rap torture
brought to you by your’s finest, your highness
drop to your knees, say your f-ckin’ prayers
thou shalt not f-ck with he who is greater
the emcee slayer, put n-ggas to sleep, have em’ counting sheep
get up in that -ss real deep
like a d-ld-, for real do’, i let the steel blow
get real low, i show you motherf-ckers how it feel, so
you can watch me, kick sh-t like a steel toe
while you fall off the charts real slow
i’m number one

[hook: game]
i’m number one (x4)

[verse 3: the game]
put whoever at number two, f-ck number three
time to show ’em what them numbers do
fist album five mil, second; four and a half
subtract two quarters after the math (i’m number one)
like that lil’ penny n-gga, play yo position
that go for any n-gga
big or tall, bruce bruce or a skinny n-gga
die fast, my nine milli is surgical
give n-ggas gastric byp-ss when i murder yo
i will creep, dim the lights on the f-ckin’ jeep
gotta aim for his head cuz them bullets ain’t cheap
if i load the glock nine, count the bodys on the street
i was born hardcore: a menace ii society
caine and o-dog in one, n-gga i just begun
to break n-ggas o’ they disrespectful habits
i got ta have it, talkin’ the green and the f-ckin’ carrots
i’m number one (i’m number one)

[outro: evil empire]
evil empire, laughing all the way to the bank hahahaha

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