me, don't reject me Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly In '88 you was gettin' chased through your buildin' Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
my timbalands to clocks Now reptiles was left out about a watch What is you thinkin'? Murk you Plus the muscle that you bringin' is nothin' to me If you thuggin, a fake
all those lies But I've been there and you've been there And there ain't no mistake We could take it anyway But the one thing we can't fake There's
claimin' they want a weapon to rob us My record is flawless, my method is lawless I'm an automatic weapon, nigga, you just a target The number one artist
Bone is the shit So keep on rollin ya spliff and smoke a blunt to this shit (Bone Thugs) Who was the nigga that thugged in the streets? Number one on
extend my heart to my mother Caught up in the game now I'm back up in the hustle Sometimes I sit and I wonder if a nigga pull my number If it wasn't
five killer flows, yall finna blow! So temptation made us sign the papers overnight sensation! Clearly chasing satan. Niggas really famous. Got a lot of haters, calling us the greatest, number
borin', the spit just corny What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face I miss those days, these days, ghost writers Fake artists
I extend my heart to my mother Caught up in the game now I'm back up in the hustle Sometimes I sit and I wonder If a nigga pull my number If it wasn't
didn't want me Now I blew up, they all on me Their smile's phony It's hard to determine who really is, which of these *** is fake They try to eat outta
lo ] Uno is for the money, deuce is for the show Trey is for the video, what the fuck is fo'? Fo' is for the hoes, and 5 to stay alive That shoulda been number
bricks, ashy elbow kid I fuck chicks off Elmo Flicks My tape is off safety, tongue the gun Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front So what cha, what
bother me [Chorus] Number one homie on the hood's list Number one homie on the street's list Number one homie on yard's list Number one on the list
day it felt like the world came to a stop We lost a major dude, one of our click team captains I got numb when I heard how it happened, damn Fake niggaz
you're through with me Then I'm through with you But you're the one who fell in love And said that love was true But you ain't never fake on me And you
the things on my mind Like, I remember this time last year I was all alone I felt like I was two feet tall Now there's a hundred million numbers Inside
is what I does, I anit messing with you can'ts, Someone can do negro, A real-life California hero, About six zeros at the end of the number in my bank
rappin', I'll keep my fuckin' guns clappin' Whatever though, fake ass niggas will never know Smellin' they own shit, when I rip the berrta slow The nine milly, the fake