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

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

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

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

The twenty and the bottles the bottles
Of beer of beer on the on the wall
The twenty and twenty the the bottles of, beer!
Now if the one of the one of bottles 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 or star rappers with street flamers!
Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you
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 your motherfuckin (Turn it up!)

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Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!

Verse Two:

My radio believe me, I like it
I don't care if you don't like it it draws a crowd
And if you to find me one-eighteen is the block
My first name Vinnie, the last ROCK (ROCK)
But don't you around unless you got a boombox
To add on to the that we already got

We don't be trippin' or we concentratin' on rhymes
snitchin' or bitchin' or perpetratin' no crime
Kay-Gee and both down with me
The illest on the mic Run-D.M.C.

Whether or top 40, Naughty,
Thought we'd resurrect the amensia,
blackin out so much I epileptic seizures (AHH!)
Takin our time just to guarantee we'll 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: Rustic and Treach

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

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

Verse Treach

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 like to in mob
Dressin' wildin' up my ? slice my tuner top
The streets are boilin' hot since 1-2 to Watts
But later we go and party with more mami's than when dropped
Take a ride through the block, 360 through the block
it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop
Find a to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin' hot
Actin' you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop

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

(No shit)

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

Rustic Overtones and Treach

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

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