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[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the (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, is none NIGHER
Sucker motherfuckers better call me
To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough
I stop rockin' cause I won't re-TIRE

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

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

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

(Niggy what?!)

Rustic Overtones and Treach

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Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)

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Verse Two:

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

We don't be trippin' or flippin' we on rhymes
Never snitchin' or bitchin' or no crime
Kay-Gee and Treachery's both with 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 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 a good long while
Naughty By on your favorite dial

Chorus: Rustic and Treach

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

Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
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Verse Three:

When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the
Now Poppa the got out with two blocks sport a newer glock
Niggaz be in tuned to watch, like to move in mob
Dressin' up my niggaz ? slice my tuner top
The streets are brewin' hot since 1-2 to Watts
But later we go and party with more mami's 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 I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin' hot
Actin' like you knew the block when you the cops, two to

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

(No shit)

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

Chorus: Rustic and Treach

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

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