for you, thinkin' to get you, nigga we'll split you, runnin' pretty bold cool. But harnish the streets, to get yo' body soon, and I doubt if we'll miss
I'll pull a DJ Quik, tonight is the night Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid I think I'm five-eight but yo, maybe I
words and hittin' you chump Shit, I get digits in lumps I'm a motherfucking problem is this what you want Overachiever, I love chicks that puff chiva And reefer paper, I hate the one
it's gone You keep on or you don't Ain't life grand You sit and wonder 'bout it You hope and wish you got it You try your best to hide it You'll have
face in the ground You'll get them back, you'll get them Even if you gotta wait it out, the rage is out And you feel like you're worthless When you'
heat packer I'm lurkin', I'm waitin', attackin' like a linebacker Fuck what you heard, crime pays And always, unorthodox, I hold my pistol sideways We kill crews, hearts go numb
about myself 24 hours a day Y'knowmsayin? I been through a lot And if it's one thing I can say that I learned, it'll be stay bossy I'm a boss, boss,
Man, oogie, woogie, give me that oogah, boogah You can't deny it, no passin' by it, you gotta try it I'm number one, public enemy power gotta fight it I got my gun
bullet so what now I wanna stimulate the crowd but how? Should I just sample james brown And then I'll just have the same sound I did it anyway and
because i'm Public Enemy number one Chorus (singing with beat scratching in the background) one, one, one one, one, one, one one, one, one let me ask you
the two and two and to the one Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done Yo, now you know the path I'm on, you think you're strong See if you can travel
and the gun Is what I've become Now the number is (one) Now I will go a carnival show Figure out the rhymes and you'll know The last number (zero) (phone number
like... If I was a cheap clock radio I'd be like... If I was Barry White I'd be like what up ya'll I I was a nipple in the cold I'd be like... If I was
diggin' it I'll speakin' about the things that I'll be doin' Couple a scoop and I pop my mouth free stylin' But the road with you and you and you And I
you Who'll bite the dick like you On a dikey bitch like you And I don't like a bitch like you I'll fight a bitch like you Ol' trifling bitch like you
you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you to
water when you pop wip it I send hope to late scramblers Sling coke to you late you scramblers Go broke sling soap to you late night scramblers No joke, I
's Greyhound number seven all you heard was quiet please Just diggin' around the luggage hopin' I can find a gangster gun (boy get out of shit) suck my dick I