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Verse One:

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

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

The twenty and the bottles the bottles
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 the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL

So I asked who breed's the bangest?
Car jackers clappers or star rappers with street flamers!
Here's a smoker yeah the 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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Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (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 it draws a crowd
And if you want to me one-eighteen is the block
My first name Vinnie, the last ROCK (ROCK)
But don't you come around you got a boombox
To add on to the that we already got

We don't be trippin' or flippin' we on rhymes
Never snitchin' or bitchin' or perpetratin' no
Kay-Gee and both down with me
The on the mic since Run-D.M.C.

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

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

Chorus: Rustic Overtones and

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Verse Treach

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

(No shit)

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

Chorus: Overtones and Treach

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

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