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

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[Treach] Turn up your 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 ain't enough
I won't stop rockin' I won't re-TIRE

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

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

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

(Niggy what?!)

Chorus: Overtones and Treach

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

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Verse Vinnie

My radio me, I like 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 Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)
But don't you around 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
and Treachery's both down with me
The on the mic since 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 favorite

Chorus: Overtones and Treach

[Treach] 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 the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock
Niggaz be in to watch, some like to move in mob
Dressin' wildin' up my niggaz ? my tuner top
The are boilin' brewin' hot since 1-2 to Watts
But later we go and party with more mami's than Menudo dropped
Take a through the buddha block, 360 through the block
Lock it up, then stop, there's two of the cop
Find a to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin' hot
Actin' like you knew the block 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 don't walk shit, they shit, new tactics
Like the six million dollar man they see six, after taxes

(No shit)

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

Rustic Overtones and Treach

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

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