(feat. Clipse & The Posta Boy)
[*scratched*]
"Rising to the top"
"Number one"
[Intro - Nelly] {*w/ ad-libs*}
Oh let's go!
Derrty ENT!
Nigga, we all we got, aye
We all we got!
Ok! Can you hear me!?...
[Verse 1 - Nelly]
They said I was crazy, when I stop slangin the crack
Took err'thang I had, and I put it in rap
If I ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya call that
If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya call fat
I wasn't born on purpose, I was unpurposely born
I'm the result of what happens when the condom is torn
I was sworn to secrecy, only talking when need to be
Never saying too much, and these niggas talking repeatedly
Conceivably I rip it up mo' then I get regretted fo'
Same biz you paying, on notes I get the credit fo'
More retro, than nigga before you get thrown back
I start taking, snap shots, I ain't talking that Kodak
Start cocking the fo's back, start making ya dome crack
Heard you don't like me and I'm happy to know that
Feel like I'm cheating don't it, kinda unfair in fact
Feel like I'm playing wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty
[Chorus 1 - Nelly]
I - am - number one, no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it
I - am - number one
Hey hey hey hey...
What does it take to be number one
Two is not a winner, and three nobody remembers
What does it take to be number one
Hey hey hey hey...
[Verse 2 - The Posta Boy]
Yo yo, I was born number one, from the start so smart
Before I could walk I was attending Head Start
The jail niggas say I'm hard
If you ask 106 who I be, they gon say I'm God!
Number one like the first man ever touched space
Or the dot on the dice when a nigga roll Ace (Damn!)
Winning team legacy, I rep to the death of me
And just for the record B, none of y'all can F wit me
Rise to the top like I'm brick in the pot
I'm like Allen wit the rock, I ain't missing a shot
When I'm down in the Dirty I be booted 'n sooted
Me and Nelly got the Airs wit the chinchilla swooshes
Anyway that's some other shit
