Текст песни Numerical Slaughter - DJ Premier , Papoose
You
heard
the
legendary
Alphabetical
Slaughter
My
man
Papoose
is
back
To
make
history
again
Check
it,
I'ma
scream
out
the
numbers
And
he
gonna
break
'em
down
from
one
to
nine
This
is
Numercial
Slaughter
Yo
Pap,
let's
go
One!
To
keep
it
one-hunnid
all
I
need
is
one
mic
You
only
live
once,
God
gave
you
one
life
I
caught
one
felony,
Committed
one
crime
I
was
on
1st
Street,
Duckin'
from
the
one-time
It's
only
one
light,
One
king,
one
sun
One
lead,
love's
gonna
get
you
KRS-One'd
Two!
I
had
to
run
from
two
cops,
For
two
blocks,
it's
too
hot
Hand
on
my
twenty-two,
Listening
to
2Pac
I'm
now
a
two
time
felon,
Two
thorough,
two
llamas
Had
to
quit
my
ex
girl
'ACuse
she
was
a
two
timer
Two
in
your
lower
body,
Two
in
your
upper
One
time
a
lollipop,
Two
time's
a
sucker
Three!
Bust
three
checks,
They
gon'
clear
in
three
days
You
was
talkin'
bout
me,
You
ain't
know
they
let
me
listen
On
a
three-way
He
had
a
three-pound
When
he
caught
his
third
strike
He
a
three
time
loser,
They
gave
him
a
three
to
life
Four!
Forty-four
magnum,
Forty
caliber
handgun
Sippin'
a
forty
ounce
of
beer,
Hang
where
you
can't
come
Twin
forty
cal's
on
my
waist,
I'm
a
thug
I
got
two
forties
on
me
Like
the
forty-forty
club
Five!
Five
boroughs
of
death,
You
don't
understand
Don't
give
me
a
five
If
you
ain't
my
man
They
taking
shots
at
Remy
Makaveli,
I'm
like,
"Wow"
Five
shots
couldn't
drop
her,
She
took
it
and
smiled
A
couple
of
my
homeboys
rep
that
five
They
throw
it
up,
Give
you
five
on
a
black
hand
side
If
my
fam
got
a
problem,
I'ma
ride,
I'll
be
there
like
Jackie,
Tito,
Jermaine,
Marlon,
Michael,
the
Jackson
5
Six!
We
could
build
on
a
6 God
Six
stands
for
equality,
That's
if
you
swift,
God
Head
cracked
you
at
the
dice
game,
I
rolled
a
six,
y'all
Fuck
a
16,
I
could
kill
you
in
six
bars
You
sold
your
soul
to
the
Devil
So
it's
hard
to
compete
You
reppin'
6-6-6,
That's
the
mark
of
the
beast
Seven!
They
say
seven's
a
lucky
a
number
But
we
been
sufferin'
Seven
winters
and
six
summers
In
a
sprinter
with
seven
shooters,
The
seven
seater
Niggas
is
snitchin',
They
be
singin'
like
Sevyn
Streeter
Caught
him
slippin'
at
the
7-11
And
did
him
dirty
Try
to
play
me,
I'm
crazy,
baby,
7-30
Eight!
Last
night
I
ate
on
the
block,
Made
eight
licks
Last
customer
who
got
on
my
nerves
Got
eighty-six
Cross
me,
get
your
food
ate,
Crow
Papoose
Messin'
with
me'll
get
you
ate,
Like
four
times
two
Nine!
Travel
with
the
nine
on
my
side
since
'99
Wide-eyed,
these
pussy
cats
got
nine
lives
The
greatest
rapper
died
on
March
9th,
son
I
got
99
problems,
And
a
bitch
ain't
one
If
the
G
don't
get
you,
The
nine
will,
I'm
the
king
Nines
all
over
my
shirt,
Gino
Green
Yo,
that
was
crazy,
Pap,
from
one
to
nine
Now
go
from
ten
to
twenty,
let's
go!
I
was
a
tenant
in
them
tenements
Had
hustling
tendencies
Hold
up!
Ten
niggas
doubt
me
like
Memphis,
That's
somethin'
Tennessee
Hold
up,
Hold
up,
wait
a
minute
Ten
AM
to
Ten
PM,
Ten
toes
down
Hold
up,
Pap
Yo,
Pap,
Pap,
Pap!
We
gon'
save
that
for
your
next
album
Papoose
comin'
soon
(Comin'
soon)
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