you've wanted It always added up to be your fall to your mistake You've wanted it to be inside your worst belief Was it another thing you started
you've wanted? It always added up to be your fall to your mistake You've wanted it to be inside your worst belief Was it another thing you started?
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that you've wanted? It always added up to be your fall to your mistake You've wanted it to be inside your worst belief Was it another thing you started
control, now I call orders It's no fun fleeing under the gun 'Cause they got me public enemy, number one One, one, one, one One, one, one One, one, one
busy man" I found a telephone number On a laundry slip I had a good, hardy jailor With a six gun hip He let me call long distance She said, "Number,
start to ride kinda slow And now we're in their territory So we let all our triggers go Twenty niggas drop to the sound of that auto gun I seen that
don't matter where ya from Don't matter where ya run Verse 1: Flesh breakin' 'em down, hittin' 'em up, outta line, with yo' innocent, gotta get to start
straight out of The Brick City (Brick City) For my nigga, Guts We was thinkin' about you on this one, Guts Hold your head up, baby We got you on this one
, The undisputed truth is that the black man is God, Now everytime I turn around my people start subtractin', They cause this shit then they wonder why we start
, my circle don't fit in with squares I smell shit and piss, know where it's coming from You stepped on number two just to be number one Now I'ma step
, people's addiction to lies It blurs the lines between the fact and fiction Now we back omission, I fix your face for you, keep yappin You start to
pretend I touch a million, throwing hundreds in this bitch [Verse 7 - Birdman] Real nigga number one, hustle fly with my son Come from uptown, G5, Tommy gun
the club The one that let him grab her ass when they twisted the dub Or perhaps it was the dime from the guest list line Either one and several others
living on the run 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
Fin to get you some of this redrum, find nowhere to hide Well, even though you tried, they got your body numb Done, done, done, 'till it be one nine
John McClain now Snake vs the crane style death to the enemy Wu brother number one the centipede Trouble some, send 'em all to kingdom come Sun still shine one
intent To kill your whole regiment it's real Startin' wit yo president, duckin' my dart gun Tear apart son you don't want it then don't start none Blaze one
