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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 call me SIRE
To my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE
I won't rockin' cause I won't re-TIRE

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

The twenty and twenty the bottles the
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 hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL

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

(Niggy what?!)

Rustic Overtones and Treach

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

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Two: 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 last name (ROCK)
But don't you come around unless you got a
To add on to the sounds that we got

We be trippin' or flippin' we concentratin' on rhymes
Never snitchin' or bitchin' or no crime
Kay-Gee and both down with me
The illest on the mic Run-D.M.C.

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

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

Rustic Overtones and Treach

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

Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
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Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!

Verse Treach

When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the
Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two sport a newer glock
be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob
Dressin' wildin' up my niggaz ? slice my top
The streets are boilin' brewin' hot since 1-2 to
But later we go and party with more than when Menudo dropped
Take a ride the buddha block, 360 through the block
Lock it up, then stop, 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 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 walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics
Like the six million dollar man see six, after them taxes

(No shit)

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

Chorus: Overtones and Treach

Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)

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