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1'2 Many...
1,473
Hip-Hop/Rap
1'2 Many... was released on September 30, 1997 by Relativity Records as a part of the album One Day It'll All Make Sense
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Release DateSeptember 30, 1997
LabelRelativity Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Common
Performer
Rae Nimeh
Rae Nimeh
Recorder
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Composer
Ernest Wilson
Ernest Wilson
Composer
Doug Thomas
Doug Thomas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Common
Common
Executive Producer
Rae Nimeh
Rae Nimeh
Recording Engineer
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Producer
Steve Slavich
Steve Slavich
Mixing Engineer
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Mixing Engineer
Dug Infinite
Dug Infinite
Producer
Derek Dudley
Derek Dudley
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

One, one, one, two, one, two
One, one, one, two, one, two
One, tigga, one, one, two, one, two
Dug Inf on production, my man Com for the discussion
Check it
One day, I was tryin' to be myself
The same day this thug say, "You gotta come hard"
****, times is hard, I'm tryin' hard to make it
It ain't hard to tell, it's hard for me to fake it
Plus, it's hard to be me, it's hard to stop drinkin'
I guess it's hard for you hard **** to start thinkin'
Pussy MCs stinkin' so I can't get hard
Some, become MCs cause it's hard to get a job
Hard for you to trust people, you don't trust in God
Even harder to be the gods we created to be
This Western way o' life ain't native to me
Put one **** in your Pulp Fiction and relate it to me?
I hate it that we, the only race that call our women hoes
****, be too hard to say, "Ho" at the shows
I rose like a florist to bring the flavor like Taurus
Might not have the murderous verse, but I stay hard to the chorus
Took this girl to work, she say I ain't have a real job
Like that dick you had last night, baby, I work real hard
Simple motherfuckers tellin' me hard is criminal
****, you thought was hard, you pourin' out your liquor for
Years ago, I thought I was hard, in high school fightin'
Now, I'm the hardest man workin' in show business
Handle your business or shut the fuck up
It's just one too many **** got cars and no land
One too many **** with cash and no plan
There's one too many **** that's tryin' to MC
That's one too many **** comin' up to me
That's one too many ****
Just one too many ****
That's one too many ****
That's one too many ****
That's one too many ****
Yo, yo, 'ttack it
Forever, I ain't gon' be rappin'
Shit that happened to me, I gotta let **** know
This mark asked me do I know his cousin Jimbo
****, I don't even know myself
You want me to get you in?
Jack, I'm trying to get through the do' myself
Opportunity knocked, but he ain't call 'fore he came
Yeah, I got a name, but only twenty dollars to it
Next album you gon' blow up my ass, you done blew it before
Bein' in my video, what's that gon' do for your life?
Get you some pussy? You should be gettin' rump off GP
Quit that you look like you say I seen you on TV
I be readin' **** but readin' be makin' me sleepy
So strong am I, A Hundred Styles and Running
**** stuck on one and then I ran by
Claimin' they fly but they stand-by
I come truer than a dream, and you's a damn lie
With that anti-rap, complainin' about this and about that
Soundin' bitch-like, that ain't gonna make a **** get right
I'm number one
One too many **** tryin' to tell me 'bout they theory
One too many **** that ain't tryin' to hear me
There's one too many **** doin' shows that don't happen
One too many **** life depend on rappin'
There's one too many ****
Just one too many ****
One too many ****
One too many ****
Just one too many ****
One two many **** can't find they niche
One two many **** wanna be my bitch
****, one too many ****
There's one too many ****
One too many ****
Written by: Doug Thomas, Ernest Wilson, Lonnie Lynn
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