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

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Verse Treach

I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is NIGHER
motherfuckers better call me SIRE
To my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE
I won't stop rockin' I won't re-TIRE

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

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

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

(Niggy what?!)

Chorus: Rustic Overtones and

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Two: Vinnie

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

We don't be trippin' or flippin' we concentratin' on
Never snitchin' or or perpetratin' no crime
Kay-Gee and Treachery's both with me
The on the mic since Run-D.M.C.

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

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

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Verse Three:

undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock
Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer
Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some to move 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 ride through the buddha block, 360 through the
Lock it up, stop, cause there's two of the cop
Find a crew to knock I'm in the to rock, fuelin' hot
Actin' like you knew the block you the cops, two to drop

My here you see is no way slick
Givin' you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s
Haters walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics
Like the six dollar 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 get yo' ASS KICKED

Chorus: Rustic Overtones and

Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)

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