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

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

I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is NIGHER
Sucker motherfuckers better me SIRE
To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough
I won't stop rockin' cause I won't

Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, missile seekers
Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street
Hold the heaters, want a war? the butcher
Glad to you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush 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
to happened to fall
We'll the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL

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

(Niggy what?!)

Rustic Overtones and Treach

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[Treach] Turn up motherfuckin RADIO (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 is the block
My first name Vinnie, the name ROCK (ROCK)
But you come 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 snitchin' or bitchin' or no crime
Kay-Gee and Treachery's 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 epileptic seizures (AHH!)
Takin our just to guarantee we'll please ya, the wait is over

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

Chorus: Overtones and Treach

Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)

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Three: Treach

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

My motto you see is no way slick
you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick
Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new
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

Chorus: Rustic Overtones and

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

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