Uh uh uh

I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty

That's all....



You better watch who you talking bout

Runnin your mouth

Like you know me

You gonn f*** around and check

Why they surely

They call me "show me"

Why one-on-one you can't hold me

If your last name was Haynes

Only way you wear me out

Is stretch my name on your pen

No resident of France

But you swear I'm from Paris

106 Karats

Told em "Naw that's pure rich"

Trying to compurr (compare) this

My chain to your chain

I'm like sprint and Motorola

No service, out of your range

Your out of your brains

Thinking I'ma shout out your name

You gotta come up with better ways

Than that

To catch your fame

Only pressure you applying

Is time to ease off

Before I hit you from the blind side

Taking your sleeves off

As much as we's lost

Still hard to please boss

Don't be lying

And crying

Sucking the bezel loss

Cause your

A** is wack

Your whole

Label is wack

And matter fact

Eh eh eh eh eh hear that



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I-Am-number one

No matter if you like it

Ready take this down in writing

I-Am-number one

Hey hey hey hey hey hey

Now let me ask you man...

What does it take to be number one?

Two is not a winner

And 3 nobody remembers (hey)

What does it take to be number one?

Hey hey hey hey



Do you like it when I shake it for ya?

Daddy? Move it all around?

Let you get a peep before it touches the ground?



[Nelly]

H*** yeah

Ma I'm in a girl that's willing to learn

Willing to get in the driver's seat

Willing to turn

And not concerned about that

He say, she say, did he say, what I think he said?

Squash that

He probably got that off E-bay

Or some Internet access

Some website chat line

Mad cause I got mine

Ooh don't wind up on the flatline

Oh if my uncle could see me know

If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now

Straight emulating my style

Right to the "down down"

Can he bout to score now

Better wait till they calm down

I got little shorty's

Coming askin me "Yo where the party?"

Oh lordy till I continue to act naughty

Mixing cris and bacardi

Got me banging fo sho

I'm not a man of many words

But there's one thing I know

Pimp-



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Hey yo I'm tired of people judging what's real Hip-Hop

Half the time you be them n***** who's f***** album flop

(You know) Boat done sank and it aint left the dock

(Cmon!) Mad cause I'm hot

(He just) Mad cause he not

You aint gotta gimme my props

Just gimme the yachts

Gimme my rocks

Keep my fans coming in flocks

Till you top the Super Bowl

Keep your mouth on lock

Shhhhh I'm awake ha ha

I'm cocky on the mic

But I'm humble in real life

Taking nothing for granted

Blessing errthing on my life

Trying to see a new light

At the top of the roof

Baby aint not single

But I speak the truth

I heat the booth

Nelly acting so uncouth

Top down shirt off

in the coupe

Spreadin the loot

With my

family and friends

And my

Closest to kin

And I

Do it again

If it means I'ma win

Dirty I am



[(Chorus) - repeat until fade