Robert Bruce: Act I Scene 10: Sire! Douglas le Noir, dont le chateau s'eleve sur l'autre bord du lac ... (Morton, Edouard, Nelly, Arthur, Dickson, Scots)

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Uh uh uh I just gotta bring it to they Attention dirty, that's all You better watch who you talkin' 'bout Runnin' your mouth, like you know me You gon' fuck around and show why the show me Get called the show me Why one-on-one you can't hold me if your last name was Haynes Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on your pants No resident of France, but you swear I'm from Paris Hundred six karats, total, naw that's per wrist Trying to com purr this, my chain to yo' chain I'm like sprint or Motorola, no service, out of your range You out of your brains, thinkin' I'ma shout out your name You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch your fame All that pressure you applyin' it's time to ease off Before I hit you from the blindside takin' your sleeves off As much as we's floss, still hard to please boss Don't be lyin' bitchin' and cryin' suck it up as a loss 'Cause your, acts is wack, your whole label is wack And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that I, am number one, no matter if you like it Here take it sit down and write it I am number one Hey hey hey hey Now let me ask you man What does it take to be number one? Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers 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? Hell yeah ma I love a girl that's willin' to learn Willin' to get in the driver's seat and willin' 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, oh don't wind up on the flat line Oh if my uncle could see me now If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now Straight emulatin my style right to the down down Can't leave out the store now better wait 'til they calm down I got hella shorties, comin' askin, "Yo, where the party?" Oh Lordy, I'd like to continue to act naughty Mixing Cris and Bacardi got me thinkin' fo' sho' I'm not a man of many words but there's one thing I know, pimp I am number one, no matter if you like it Here take it sit down and write it I am number one Hey hey hey hey Now tell me now dirty What does it take to be number one? Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers Tell me, what does it take to be number one? Hey hey hey hey Check it, uhh, check, yo Aiyyo I'm tired of people judgin' what's real hip hop Half the time you be them niggaz who fuckin' album flop You know, boat done sank and it ain't left the dock C'mon! mad 'cause I'm hot, he just mad 'cause he not You ain't gotta gimme my props, just gimme the yachts Gimme my rocks and keep my fans comin' in flocks Til you top the super bowl, keep your mouth on lock I'm awake, ha ha ha I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in real life Taking nothin' for granted blessin' everything on my life Trying to see a new light at the top of the roof Baby name not Sigel but I speak the truth I heat the booth, Nelly actin' so uncouth Top down shirt off in the coupe, spreadin' the loot With my family and friends, and my closest of kin And I'll do it again if it means I'ma win Dirty I am number one, no matter if you like it Here take it sit down and write it I number one, two is not a winner and three nobody remembers Number one, 'cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers