Numbers Lyrics - 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 

Seventy-four, catch my eighty-three degrees of heat 

We merkin' four-twenty eat island three five N2Deep 

Mack 10 under seat for car jacking Passenger 57's 

A Product 19 who gets the dumpster behind 7 Eleven 

4 1 0 8 0 9 1 5 9 

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 niggaz 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 six hour three-eighty 

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 and 1212, 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'ma damn sure, show it 

Funky Four plus one, 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 shake 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, 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 plus 1, you know makes five 

Fantastic, romantic, got live 

Furious was cheeriest, the Treacherous Three 

We be the Awesome Two most definitely