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

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Verse Treach

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

the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missile seekers
Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat some 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 beer on the on the wall
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 bring the with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL

So I asked who breed's the bangest?
Car with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!
Here's a smoker yeah the Newport you bought
to hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!

(Niggy what?!)

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Verse Vinnie

My radio believe me, I it loud
I care if you don't like 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 that we got

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

Whether 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 it's been a good long while
By Nature's on your favorite dial

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Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)

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Verse Three:

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

My here you see is no way slick
Givin' you 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 shit like they classic, but ask
I'll any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED

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

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