die I guess you know by now who's number one Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from (Number one) So if you got beef better think again (Number one
] I guess you know by now who's number one Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from (Number one) So if you got beef better think again (Number one
I guess you know by now who's number one Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from (Number one) So if you got beef better think again (Number one
not starting to bore, page one [Hook] [Verse 2] Dear Anne, my number one fan I write you this letter, I hope everything's grand I hope everyone's good, I hope everyone's
Chorus: One love My one heart My one life for sure Lemme tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you) I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I
that they speak It's spoken by those folks who went to school for just one week It's found inside Variety, a magazine they use And no one understands
Pinocchio's John Quincy Adams was number six And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicks So Jackson learns to play politics Next time he's the one that
is... what you doin', I did it. You lames tryna clone my style and run wit it. That's cool, I was the first one wit it -- You's a Lil' Kim wannabe, you
gon see mo money (We gon see mo money) Ha But a We got one thing in common tho nigga I?m gon let them kno tho [Bow Wow] Get the Yeah that?s me I live
sweeter One night yeah, and one more time Thanks for the memories Thanks for the memories See he tastes like you only sweeter One night and one more time (One more night, one
s golden, matter of fact platinum, ?mores trap to mold in? Once I explode and I, burn up the road and Cruise around the globe, the cops thinkin' it's stolen Understand, the world's
my nigga push ki's like Beethoven It's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open [P. Diddy] And here we go {overlaps Verse's last line} Aiyyo, let's
hatin', but love my style And ladies go crazy, they love my smile P Diddy the man push Bentley Sedan, nigga Get money, that's simply the plan True chocolate mack who's pocket's
Now, who's hot who not Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly
as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son Because I'm public enemy number one One, one, one, one One, one, one One, one, one Yeah yeah, that's right Puff, that's
sh**, do it Do that sh**, do that sh**, do it Let's play a game, let's pretend for a second You don't know who I am or what I do Let's just put it to
