Number One - DJ Ideal, The Game

Dr. Forrest, dial one eighteen please

Dr. Forrest, please dial one one eight

Diddy ain’t tell ya’ll I run the city now?

Play wack rappers like a stewardess, I sit 'em down

Take flight like Holyfield and Mike, number one or two

Lend me a ear I will chew you niggas like tobacco

Major League shit, get hotter than Tabasco

Make you eat shit

'Cause niggas can’t see me, even with no tint

On the Bentley, I’m simply

A motherfuckin' magician when it come to dissapearin' rappers

Shit happens

Drama lead to bullshit, bullshit to foul play, foul play to gun play

Then you see the Tahoe swervin' down the one-way

Bangin' Big Poppa 'till the red dots spot ya

Pop ya, drop ya, like the Rasta-

Farian marijuana I blow like Sinatra

Better call a docta', I gotcha nigga

I’m number one

I’m number one (x4)

Who got you niggas gassed up?

Treat em' like a bitch, fuck 'em, leave em' wit they ass up

Screamin' like K-Ci & JoJo’s last cut

'If ya think ya lonely", wait until tonight’s up

Black tape around ya wife and your daughter

My lyrical slaughter’s on time for your departure

Look what all that slick shit bought ya, this rap torture

Brought to you by your’s finest, your highness

Drop to your knees, say your fuckin' prayers

Thou shalt not fuck with he who is greater

The emcee slayer, put niggas to sleep, have em' counting sheep

Get up in that ass real deep

Like a dildo, for real do', I let the steel blow

Get real low, I show you motherfuckers how it feel, so

You can watch me, kick shit like a steel toe

While you fall off the charts real slow

I’m number one

I’m number one (x4)

Put whoever at number two, fuck number three

Time to show 'em what them numbers do

Fist album five mil, second;

four and a half

Subtract two quarters After the Math (I'm number one)

Like that Lil' Penny nigga

Play yo position, that go for any nigga

Big or tall, Bruce Bruce or a skinny nigga

Die fast, my nine milli is surgical

Give niggas gastric bypass when I murder yo

I WILL creep, dim the lights on the fuckin' Jeep

Gotta aim for his head cuz them bullets ain’t cheap

If I load the Glock nine, count the bodys on the street

I was born hardcore: A Menace II Society

Caine and O-Dog in one, nigga I just begun

To break niggas o' they disrespectful habits

I got ta have it, talkin' the green and the fuckin' carrots

I’m number one (I'm number one)

Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank hahahaha