Numbers - Organized Konfusion

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