Organized Konfusion - Numbers Lyrics
Uhh, turn it upHah, uhh, yo, check itNow add it upUhh, add it upUhh...[prince poetry]Check it out, were likeThree lps precise from my five deadly venomsWith international plugs like nine organized emblemsGet it? twenty thousand leagues, extra deepRunnin with the number thirteen with my 40 belows upon the feetNow adam 12 got me in this 20/20So Im double oh seven about my four one oneSeventy-four catch my eighty-three degrees of heatWe merkin four-twenty eat island three five n2deepMack 10 under seat for carjacking passenger 57sA product 19 who gets the dumpster behind 7 eleven4-1-0-8-0-9-1-5-9Same 227 style with one nosy ***** in the blindHit, one-five-five for twenty sacks and betterNothin but love for this nigga, mr. 16th letterMr. 16th letter, mr. 16th letter...[pharoahe monch]Yo, nine times out of ten, a nigga wont shineI drop dime on five niggaz who all had ninesOn the corner of my block doin crime, now imWalkin around, with the fo-pound, now latelyLookin over my shoulder with a six hour three-eightyMaybe the baby tec woulda been nicer to bring alongSing along with me if yall know the songMines, gimme, not vinnie but Im naughtyIn forty projects drinkin 40s till Im forty ?Truncatin drum loops with paulyOn the sp-1200 and 1212 you feel itMission to create, matrimony and reveal itIts love in the form of life, as you know itYou skatin with the eight and ima damn sure show itFunky four +1, you know makes fiveFantastic, romatic, got liveFurious was cheeriest, the treacherous threeWe be the awesome two most definitely... makes five ... got live... three, we be the awesome two[pharoahe monch]Now I can get get, smart smartBut Im not not eighty-six in the mind, mind youI got a girl named ninety-nine, and when I rhymeShe rhymes too, she likes to do the sixty-nineAnd so I climb, up through, to the, top of the pileBut see Im not standing on gomerI hit a homer, and I got jumped by the simpsonsNot to mention, pharoahe mon-chi-chi, eighty-nine percentOf the time Im sure of my rhyme like shake redemptionThe remaining eleven percent come from seven percentGreat God pharoahe of heaven ascentRacin a 5.0, in my 380iOn my way back from florida on four-ninety-fiveWe just parlayin with the one one oneCheck one, now add it upNow add the two *scratch* two twoUhh, monch, add it upTruly with the three three three threeYo, add it upWe be the awesome two most definitely[prince poetry]Now just yesterday I couldnt took my last five heartbeatsNow I feeling its for spiritual reasonsNo more sweet sixteens and dick teasingToo many tech-9s behind trees and five-oh keeps a black brotha bleedinFillin em up like unleaded phillips 66Owin me more than 40 acres and these mule kicksGettin the 48 hours, like eddie murphyToo dark to mix, now triple-six wanna hurt meStill reachin for more than, ten million salesIn studio 54, waiting to exhaleWhen in the world 12 disciples, in this life cycleThats trifle, so my impacts a twenty gauge rifleFifty/fifty eight and thirteen inches of weapon7-1-8 to 2-1-3 on the 747Three strikes, two tokes, once again for the massFurious like the five with grandmaster flashYo, funky four +1, you know makes fiveFantastic, romatic, got liveFurious was cheeriest, the treacherous threeWe be the awesome two most definitely
