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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, is none NIGHER
Sucker motherfuckers better call me
To burn my Kingdom, there enough FIRE
I won't rockin' cause I won't re-TIRE

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

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

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

(Niggy what?!)

Chorus: Overtones and Treach

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Verse Two:

My believe 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 one-eighteen is the
My first name Vinnie, the name 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 or flippin' we concentratin' on rhymes
Never snitchin' or bitchin' or perpetratin' no
Kay-Gee and Treachery's down with me
The on the mic since Run-D.M.C.

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

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

Chorus: Overtones and Treach

Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)

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Verse Treach

When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots move the rock
Now the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock
Niggaz be in tuned to watch, like to move in mob
Dressin' up my niggaz ? slice my tuner top
The are boilin' 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 block, 360 through the block
Lock it up, then stop, cause two of the cop
Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, hot
Actin' like you knew the when you the cops, two to drop

My motto here you see is no way
Givin' you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s
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
BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED

Chorus: Rustic Overtones and

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

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