P. E. 2000 (English Version)

Hey yo Puff, check this out pa

I'm tired of **** hating on a mutha fucka

Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches

You got to keep bubblin on em

Platinum doublin on em, fuck these ****

Hey yo, I bumped into these cat an' they was like,

Yeah, what up wit that **** Puff he swear he nice

I said yo, the brother don't swear he nice, he knows he nice

You public enemy number one right now

But fuck that, there, spit that hydro-ghetto shit

Let's go

That's that shit right here, whom shall I fear

Throw your guns in the air

Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way

Cause I'm that enemy that you can't see

But you wanna be, you ain't shit to me

Playa, it ain't hard for you to get to me

Playa, my real dogs they'll spit for me

So if you want what's mine, you got to have the heart

I've seen em come and I've seen em part

If you ain't want beef then why did you start?

Run from the light catch shots after dark

Suffer, duck or you'll catch these

On the spot, red dots make em all believe

Ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these

See, I do the things that they can't achieve

So don't start bassin' n' I'll start pacing

Bets on that you'll be disgracing

More hotter than the sun

I'm living on the run

Because I'm public enemy number one

One, one, one, one, one

One, one, one, one, one

Let me ask you, what you got against me?

Is it my girl or is it the Bentley?

Is it my house or maybe it's all three

I just came up and you're all against me

Now ask yourself, why is he number one?

Now ask yourself, who's done what he's done?

Then ask yourself, you're fit for the long run?

You think it's a game cause you fucked the wrong one

Always with God and I don't swing solo

Never back down when I gotta throw dolo

Wanna see me out, but I just won't go though

Pretty young things wanna have my photo

One in the room hangin' on the wall

In rememberance that I rocked 'em all

Got no time for those that think small

Grill me in the club cause they can't ball

Hate shot callers, hate them ballers

Back in control, now I call orders

It's no fun fleeing under the gun

Cause they got me public enemy number one

One, one, one, one, one

One, one, one, one, one

All you suckers, liars, court testifiers

Wanna infiltrate and break my empire

I spit lines, hit rhymes

Keep dimes sweating

Giving them the juice that they're not gettin'

A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor

A non stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer

I'm the life saver, the New York mayor

Before you try me, you better say your prayers

My word to the wise is, do not cry

You know that I'm gone then say don't die

I take what I find, put a beat til they rhyme

Thought it was over but I crept from behind

Wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind

Almost 2000 and running out of time

Almost to the point when I wanna bust nines

A lot of strange faces, I can only trust mine

Soldiers in position all on the front line

Don't make a move til I give them the sign

Known as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son

Because I am public enemy number one

One, one, one, one, one

One, one, one, one, one

Yeah yeah, that's right Puff

That's what I'm talkin about love

Sparklin and glistenin on these motherfuckers

These **** is walkin around like little bitches

Talkin about what you got and what they ain't got

They got a little jealous and wanna bring you down

But fuck dat, they just mad

Cause you got all the ladies

And you pushin them Bentleys, not Mercedes, Bentleys

You know? And that's just the way the story goes

And that's just the way the story goes

Fuck you, **** and hoes

You think I'ma come this far and let you **** stop me now?

Haha, picture that

Number one, number one, number one

B-I-G forever

Rock on