Raw Fusion, 2Pac - #1 With a Bullet lyrics

Number one, and ya don't stop
Gotta be number one, here we come
Lick a gunshot check out me and Mon

One, not two, and ya don't stop
Me and 2Pac comin true, and ya don't stop

Gotta be number one, me and Mon
And ya don't stop
Gotta be number one, here we come
Lick a gunshot

Lickin em down fast, number one
And ya don't stop
Bustin NUFF ass, number one
And ya don't stop

The caper was planned
I called my main man Money B
I'm bout to go snuff this
Kid called Billboard Charts, run with me

Billboard Charts, I remember that name
Tell me more 'Pac

He's stupid for loops and he's got me
(CUCKOO) for goin pop

When do we drop him?
(What?) Knock him and take his loot?
(Snap crackle) bang bang
There's blood on his fuckin shoe

Uh uh, nobody shoot
(Why?) Cause that ain't the way to go
We gotta convince him to play
Our tracks on the radio

Aiyyo let me convince him
(hah) , a clip and an AK
SHIT'LL BE OKAY, cause he'll play what I say

Well that's how it goes
Ain't nuttin left but to pull it
(Takin no prisoners) Here I come
NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET

Here I come
(number one) number one (here I come)
Here I come
(number one) NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET
Here I come
(number one) number one (here I come
Number one with the) "BUCK BUCK BUCK!"
(Number one) here I come (number
One) here I come
(Number one) number one (here I come)
Number one with a bullet here I come
(number one) number one (here I come
Number one with the) "BUCK BUCK BUCK!"

Ohhhhh, you kids like to rap
Huh? I love rap music
Hey, I really like your groovy threads
But you need a couple things
You need a couple more things
(hey yo, check this out
We don't wanna hear all that)
To really make it in the business
We need, baggy pants and ruffles
How bout some hightop fades

With yellow hightop streaks ohh yeah
But really there's a couple
More things we need

We're gonna really need some newjack
Swing beat R&B hip-hop crap
Ohh you're gonna need dancers
What's a hip-hop show without dancers
Explosions, light shows

Drop to your knees
Or I'll pop and you'll knock Z's
(Musta mistook me for a crook)
Searchin for a hook
(Ya took another look, checked my rhymebook)
Huh, nothin but hit's upon mo' hit's
(I ain't tryin to hear this shit)
From the tricks in the business

Money, I told ya how they played me
From a to z, like an h-o-e
Glad ya came to save me
(Well I didn't want to make another lullaby)
Come soft as butter I
Guess that I'm doomed no matter what I try

The charts won't give us any justice

Mon we gotta bust this
Pull it if he moves, then I (bust this) splat
(on the wall like a fly) tell him why

Well if that's what it takes
To be number one, number one here I come