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

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One: Treach

I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is NIGHER
motherfuckers better call me SIRE
To burn my Kingdom, there ain't 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 sweepers
Hold the heaters, want a Bless the butcher
Glad to you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya

The twenty and twenty the bottles the
Of beer of beer on the wall on the
The twenty and twenty the bottles the of, beer!
Now if the one of the one bottles of of
Happened to happened to
bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL

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

(Niggy what?!)

Rustic Overtones and Treach

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

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Verse Vinnie

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 find me one-eighteen is the
My first name Vinnie, the name 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 flippin' we on rhymes
Never snitchin' or bitchin' or no crime
Kay-Gee and Treachery's down with me
The illest on the mic Run-D.M.C.

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

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

Rustic Overtones and Treach

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

Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
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Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!

Verse Treach

When undercovers don't know who to cop, gotta move the rock
Now the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock
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 since 1-2 to
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, stop, cause there's 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 motto here you see is no way
you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick
Haters don't shit, they talk shit, new tactics
Like the six million dollar man they see six, after taxes

(No shit)

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

Chorus: Overtones and Treach

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

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