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One: Treach

I'm the King of Hip-Hop, is none NIGHER
Sucker better call me SIRE
To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough
I won't stop rockin' cause I won't

Under the sheet, boricua heat, a fleet, with missile seekers
Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with 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 on the wall on the wall
The twenty and the bottles the bottles of, beer!
Now if the one of the one of bottles of
to happened to fall
We'll bring the with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL

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

(Niggy what?!)

Rustic Overtones and Treach

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Two: Vinnie

My radio believe me, I it loud
I don't care if you don't like it cause it a crowd
And if you want to me one-eighteen is the block
My first name Vinnie, the last name (ROCK)
But you come around 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 both down with me
The on the mic since Run-D.M.C.

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

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

Chorus: Rustic and Treach

Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)

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Verse Treach

When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the
Now the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock
Niggaz be in to watch, some like to move in mob
Dressin' up my niggaz ? slice my tuner top
The streets are boilin' brewin' hot since 1-2 to
But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo
a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block
Lock it up, then stop, 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 here you see is no way slick
you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick
Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new
the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes

(No shit)

My niggaz rap like 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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