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

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Verse One:

I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none
motherfuckers better call me SIRE
To burn my Kingdom, there enough FIRE
I won't stop rockin' cause I re-TIRE

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

The twenty and twenty the bottles the
Of beer of on the wall on the wall
The twenty and twenty the bottles the 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 some-motherfuckin'-body who breed's the bangest?
Car with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!
Here's a smoker the Newport that you bought
Want to hear bump 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 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 don't you come unless you got a boombox
To add on to the sounds we already got

We don't be trippin' or we concentratin' on rhymes
Never snitchin' or bitchin' or no crime
and Treachery's both down with me
The illest on the mic Run-D.M.C.

Whether or top 40, Naughty,
we'd resurrect the where-we-from amensia,
blackin out so I suffer 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 good while
Naughty By Nature's on your dial

Chorus: Rustic and Treach

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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
Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to in mob
wildin' up my niggaz ? slice my tuner top
The streets are boilin' brewin' hot 1-2 to Watts
But later we go and with more mami's than when Menudo dropped
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 knock I'm in the mood to rock, hot
like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop

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

(No shit)

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

Chorus: Rustic Overtones and

Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)

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