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

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Verse Treach

I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none
Sucker motherfuckers better call me
To burn my Kingdom, there ain't FIRE
I won't stop rockin' cause I re-TIRE

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

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

So I some-motherfuckin'-body who breed's the bangest?
Car jackers with clappers or rappers with street flamers!
Here's a smoker yeah the Newport you bought
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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Two: Vinnie

My radio believe me, I it loud
I don't if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd
And if you want to find me one-eighteen is the
My name Vinnie, the last 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 we concentratin' on rhymes
Never snitchin' or bitchin' or perpetratin' no
Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down 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 I suffer epileptic seizures (AHH!)
our time just to guarantee we'll please ya, the wait is over

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

Chorus: Overtones and Treach

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

Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
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Verse Treach

When undercovers know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock
Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a glock
Niggaz be in tuned to watch, like to move in mob
Dressin' up my niggaz ? slice my tuner top
The streets are brewin' hot since 1-2 to Watts
But later we go and party more mami's than when Menudo dropped
Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the
it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop
Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, hot
Actin' like you knew the block when you the cops, two to

My here you see is no way slick
Givin' you news to get you off my O.J.'s dick
Haters don't shit, they talk shit, new tactics
Like the six million dollar man they see six, after them

(No shit)

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

Chorus: Rustic Overtones and

Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)

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