Lyrics
Uhh, turn it up Hah, uhh, yo, check it Now add it up Uhh, add it up Uhh…
Check it out, we’re like
Three LP’s precise from my Five Deadly Venoms
With international plugs like nine Organized emblems
Get it? Twenty Thousand Leagues, extra deep
Runnin with the number thirteen with my 40 Below’s upon the feet
Now Adam 12 got me in this 20/20
So I’m double oh seven about my four one one
Sunny forecast with eighty-three degrees of heat
We merkin four-twenty eat island three five N2Deep
Mack 10 under seat for carjacking Passenger 57's
A Product 19 who gets the dumpster behind 7 Eleven
Same 227 style with one nosy bitch in the blind
Hit, one-five-five for twenty sacks and better
Nothin but love for this nigga, Mr. 16th Letter
Mr. 16th Letter, Mr. 16th Letter…
Yo, nine times out of ten, a nigga won’t shine
I drop dime on five niggas who all had nines
On the corner of my block doin crime, now I’m
Walkin around, with the fo'-pound, now lately
Lookin over my shoulder with a Sig-Sauer .380
Maybe the baby Tec woulda been nicer to bring along
Sing along with me if y’all know the song
Mines, gimme, not Vinnie but I’m Naughty
In forty projects drinkin 40's till I’m forty?
Truncatin drum loops with Pauly
On the SP-1200 at 12−12 you feel it Mission to create, matrimony and reveal it It’s love in the form of life, as you know it You skatin with the eight and I’mma damn sure show it Funky Four +1, you know makes Five
Fantastic, romantic, got live
Furious was cheeriest, the Treacherous Three
We be the Awesome Two most definitely
… makes Five … got live
… Three, we be the Awesome Two
Now I can get Get, Smart smart
But I’m not not Eighty-Six in the mind, mind you
I got a girl named Ninety-Nine, and when I rhyme
She rhymes too, she likes to do the sixty-nine
And so I climb, up through, to the, top of the pile
But see I’m not standing on Gomer
I hit a homer, and I got jumped by The Simpsons
Not to mention, Pharoahe Mon-Chi-Chi, eighty-nine percent
Of the time I’m sure of my rhyme like Shank Redemption
The remaining eleven percent come from seven percent
Great God Pharoahe of heaven ascent
Racin a 5.0, in my 380i
On my way back from Florida on four-ninety-five
We just parlayin with the one one one
Check one, now add it up Now add the two *scratch* two two
Uhh, Monch, add it up Truly with the three three three three
Yo, add it up We be the Awesome Two most definitely
Now just yesterday I couldn’t took my last Five Heartbeats
Now I feeling it’s for spiritual reasons
No more sweet sixteens and dick teasing
Too many Tech-9's behind trees and five-oh keeps a black brotha bleedin
Fillin em up like Unleaded Phillips 66
Owin me more than 40 Acres and these Mule kicks
Gettin the 48 Hours, like Eddie Murphy
Too dark to mix, now triple-six wanna hurt me Still reachin for more than, ten million sales
In Studio 54, Waiting to Exhale
When in the world 12 disciples, in this life cycle
That’s trifle, so my impact’s a twenty gauge rifle
Fifty/fifty eight and thirteen inches of weapon
7−1-8 to 2−1-3 on the 747
Three strikes, two tokes, once again for the mass
Furious like the Five with Grandmaster Flash
Yo, Funky Four +1, you know makes Five
Fantastic, romantic, got live
Furious was cheeriest, the Treacherous Three
We be the Awesome Two most definitely
