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

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Verse Treach

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

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, want a war? Bless the
to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice 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 of bottles of
Happened to happened to
We'll the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL

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

(Niggy what?!)

Chorus: Rustic Overtones and

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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 ROCK (ROCK)
But don't you 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 or perpetratin' no crime
Kay-Gee and Treachery's both with me
The on the mic since Run-D.M.C.

urban 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 request it's been a good long while
Naughty By on your favorite dial

Rustic Overtones and Treach

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

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Three: Treach

When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta the rock
Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer
be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob
Dressin' wildin' up my niggaz ? slice my top
The streets are brewin' hot since 1-2 to Watts
But later we go and party with more than when Menudo dropped
Take a ride the buddha block, 360 through the block
it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop
Find a crew to knock I'm in the to rock, fuelin' hot
Actin' like you knew the block you the cops, two to drop

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

(No shit)

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

Chorus: Overtones and Treach

Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)

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