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Number One Fan Make The Cut

Nightmares of hell, Im dreaming of heaven. Praying that I could make the cut. Twenty four hours, sixty years. I woke up........ Say what you want, you wont make

naturally. But we ain't no magicians. Really ain't no thing to make a fraud disappear. Steady givin' what they love to hear, make 'em listen up close.

hand hands Now (now now now) make it flip make it do a handstand. (x2) Do a handstand can you do a hand stand flip that Money make it do a handstand

round town like a hoodlum with a knife You're hangin on the ave, chillin with the crew And everybody know what you've been through Ah with the one two three, three to two one

it naturally but we ain't no magicians Really ain't no thing to make a fraud disappear Steady givin' what they love to hear, make 'em listen up close

treat you good Kids in the crib want dibs on the big man Can he come out? Can he come out and slam a jam? I'm his number one fan, yes I am All these

round town like a hoodlum with a knife You're hangin' on the ave, chillin' with the crew And everybody know what you've been through Ah, with the one two three, three to two one

now) make it flip make it do a handstand. [x2] [Chorus:] Do a handstand can you do a hand stand flip that Money make it do a handstand. I can make it

kick doors The first one to bust his gun, hollow tips come by the ton Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb I don't talk this