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

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Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)
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Verse One:

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

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

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

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

(Niggy what?!)

Chorus: Rustic and Treach

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

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Verse Two:

My radio me, I like it loud
I don't care if you don't like it cause it a crowd
And if you want to find me is the block
My first name Vinnie, the last ROCK (ROCK)
But don't you come unless you got a boombox
To add on to the sounds we already got

We don't be trippin' or flippin' we on rhymes
Never snitchin' or bitchin' or no crime
and Treachery's both down 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 much I suffer epileptic (AHH!)
Takin our time to guarantee we'll please ya, the wait is over

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

Chorus: Rustic and Treach

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

Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da,
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!

Three: Treach

When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots move the rock
Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two sport a newer glock
Niggaz be in to watch, some 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 the block
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' you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop

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

(No shit)

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

Chorus: Rustic and Treach

Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)

Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da,
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!