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

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[Treach] up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)
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One: Treach

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

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

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

So I asked who breed's the bangest?
Car jackers with or star rappers with street flamers!
Here's a yeah the Newport that you bought
Want to hear this bump New City, New Guinea to New York!

(Niggy what?!)

Chorus: Rustic and Treach

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[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin (Turn it up!)

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Verse Two:

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

We be trippin' or flippin' we concentratin' on rhymes
snitchin' or bitchin' or perpetratin' no crime
Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down me
The on the mic since Run-D.M.C.

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

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

Chorus: Rustic Overtones and

Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)

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Three: Treach

When undercovers don't who to cop, spots gotta move the rock
Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two sport a newer glock
Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some to move in mob
Dressin' wildin' up my niggaz ? slice my top
The streets are boilin' brewin' hot 1-2 to Watts
But later we go and with more mami's than when Menudo dropped
Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the
Lock it up, stop, cause there's two of the cop
Find a crew to I'm in the mood 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, they shit, new tactics
Like the six million dollar man they see six, after them

(No shit)

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

Chorus: Overtones and Treach

[Treach] Turn up motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)

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