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

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[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin (Turn it up!)
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Verse One:

I'm the of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER
Sucker motherfuckers better call me
To burn my Kingdom, 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 Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers
Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the
Glad to you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya

The twenty and twenty the bottles the
Of beer of beer on the on the wall
The twenty and 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 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: Overtones and Treach

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

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Verse Two:

My radio believe me, I like it
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 name (ROCK)
But don't you come unless you got a boombox
To add on to the that we already got

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

urban or top 40, Naughty,
Thought we'd resurrect the amensia,
out so much I suffer epileptic seizures (AHH!)
Takin our time just to guarantee 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: Rustic Overtones and

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

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Verse Treach

When undercovers don't know who to cop, gotta move the rock
Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a glock
Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to 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 with more mami's than when Menudo 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 mood to rock, hot
Actin' you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop

My motto 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
Like the six million man they see six, after them taxes

(No shit)

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

Rustic Overtones and Treach

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

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Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!