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

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[Treach] Turn up your RADIO (Turn it up!)
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Verse Treach

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

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

The twenty and twenty the bottles the
Of beer of beer on the wall on the
The twenty and twenty the the bottles of, beer!
Now if the one of the one of bottles of
Happened to 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 clappers or star rappers with flamers!
Here's a smoker the Newport that you bought
Want to hear this bump from New City, New to New York!

(Niggy what?!)

Chorus: Overtones and Treach

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Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)

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Two: Vinnie

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

We be trippin' or flippin' we concentratin' on rhymes
Never snitchin' or bitchin' or perpetratin' no
Kay-Gee and Treachery's down with me
The illest on the mic Run-D.M.C.

Whether or top 40, Naughty,
Thought we'd resurrect the amensia,
blackin out so much I epileptic seizures (AHH!)
Takin our time just to we'll please ya, the wait is over

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

Chorus: Rustic and Treach

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 got out with two blocks sport a newer glock
be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob
Dressin' wildin' up my niggaz ? my tuner top
The streets are boilin' brewin' hot since 1-2 to
But later we go and party with mami's than when Menudo dropped
Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the
Lock it up, then stop, cause two of the cop
Find a crew to I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin' hot
Actin' like you knew the block you the cops, two to drop

My here you see is no way slick
Givin' you news to get you off my O.J.'s dick
Haters walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics
the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes

(No shit)

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

Rustic Overtones and Treach

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

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