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

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

I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none
motherfuckers better call me SIRE
To burn my Kingdom, there ain't 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, want a war? the butcher
to meet you MOTHERFUCK 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 the bottles of, beer!
Now if the one of the one of bottles of
to happened to fall
We'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES

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

(Niggy what?!)

Chorus: Rustic and Treach

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Verse Vinnie

My radio believe me, I like it
I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a
And if you to find me one-eighteen is the block
My first Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)
But don't you come around unless you got a
To add on to the that we already got

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

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

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

Chorus: Rustic and Treach

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

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Three: Treach

When don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock
Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two sport a newer glock
Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to in mob
Dressin' 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, cause two of the cop
Find a crew to I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin' hot
Actin' like you knew the 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 don't walk shit, talk shit, new tactics
Like the six million dollar man they see six, after taxes

(No shit)

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

Chorus: Rustic and Treach

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

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