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[Treach] You it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)

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Verse One:

I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is NIGHER
motherfuckers better call me SIRE
To burn my Kingdom, there ain't FIRE
I won't stop rockin' I won't re-TIRE

Under the sheet, heat, a street fleet, with missile seekers
Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat some street sweepers
Hold the heaters, a war? Bless the butcher
Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to ya

The twenty and the bottles the bottles
Of beer of beer on the on the wall
The twenty and twenty the bottles the of, beer!
Now if the one of the one bottles of of
Happened to happened to
We'll the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL

So I asked some-motherfuckin'-body who breed's the
Car jackers clappers or star rappers with street flamers!
a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought
Want to hear this bump New City, New Guinea to New York!

(Niggy what?!)

Rustic Overtones and Treach

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Verse Vinnie

My radio believe me, I like it
I care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd
And if you want to find me one-eighteen is the
My first Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)
But don't you come around unless you got a
To add on to the sounds we already got

We don't be or flippin' we concentratin' on rhymes
Never snitchin' or or perpetratin' no crime
Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down me
The illest on the mic Run-D.M.C.

urban or top 40, Naughty,
Thought we'd the where-we-from amensia,
blackin out so I suffer epileptic seizures (AHH!)
Takin our time just to guarantee please ya, the wait is over

So call up with your request it's been a long while
Naughty By Nature's on favorite dial

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Verse Treach

undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock
Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a glock
be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob
Dressin' wildin' up my niggaz ? my tuner top
The are boilin' brewin' hot since 1-2 to Watts
But later we go and party with more than when Menudo dropped
Take a through the buddha block, 360 through the block
it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop
Find a crew to knock I'm in the to rock, fuelin' hot
Actin' like you knew the when you the cops, two to drop

My motto you see is no way slick
you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick
Haters don't walk shit, talk shit, new tactics
Like the six million dollar man they see six, after them

(No shit)

My niggaz rap shit they classic, but ask this
I'll any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED

Chorus: Overtones and Treach

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