brain Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks The joint is like an oven of caged heat You're just a number
you want beef, it's too tough, called your bluff Shot you at such close range, blew out your eardrum Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our your
it, this is what I tell God I made it, upgraded, man I found me a dream and I chased it I was wasting time in and out of cages Now I?m in that S6, feels
El Barrio The orphan from the hills of Mayag ez And when I wrote my story The words flew from the page And my soul in solitary Escaped its iron cage
Hang him from a cross like a number one son And he?s been waiting so long To get it on The boy?s 15 but he?s 16 gauge Want to get out from his Jesus cage
You have your very own number They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games Wanna get out
money to be made, guess im on the paper chase You know i love ya babe (you know i love ya babe) But u know i gotta go, keep your number on speed
I'm the failure, I'm everyone's fool And I'm losing my cool At the end I'm the loser My number's come up I've been hung up with thoughts of revenge Revenge
kindly explain that this won't happen often But I'm lost and I'm amazed, I'm be willing ingaige I'll rage that niggaz think that dirty don't need a cage
I aint talkin Oakley Sway's, always been the sun ray that they don't see Prince Charles of the rap game, where? oh, me? Britains number one rapper everybody
with fire - don't you know that you're gonna get lit? Playin with fire - don't you know how to quit? [ Mike G ] Grandma's runnin to the old number spot
a piece of my mind A piece of my ass (Thanks for waiting) (Sir, may I help you?) Ohh thank you I need to make a collect call (What number?) Ohh The number
her my bitch. And my outfit cost me a grill And I make it rain all over yo chick. Im a baller. She gave me her number but I aint gonna call
, with four I's/eyes like Mississippi You try to trip me, but I just play it Kool just like a hippie, to be like G, this is the number one rule Play it
over passions in this passion Or more or less over what the past done passed us 'Cause see, the past tense, it never really passes Phases that trap us and cage
could see them But they looked like important Negroes on the way to your funeral Looked like important jiggaboos on the way to your auction And let them chant the number
and die I guess you know by now who's number one Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from (Number one) So if you got beef better think again (Number
I guess you know by now who's number one Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from (Number one) So if you got beef better think again (Number one)