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Ring the alarm Jersey bring the bitch out the bastards Woah yeah We get cash in wit bass D.O.A. You'll find that higher Brick City D.O.A. (Verse 1) It just ain't yo time yet, and you still claimin rhyme vet Criticise us when yo bitch ass ain't even signed yet Instincts is mental, some bitch stinkin gentle Go reshine yo symbol and rethink yo demo If fifth was a fifth we'd both be drunk And if it hurt my shit he'd be dead in the trunk Fuck the funk, pass the puck And parade on Upper Lassgate The charge in the city is still perform for Petacky In that case it must be Naughty for life Shout out to all my niggas doin 20 to life I trust fools about as far as I can see you tricks So fuck you wit 2, think quick I don't need you jinx (Ha!) CHORUS x2 (Replace Jersey with Westside on repeat) (Verse 2) Spoke the mic and let you kiss of death Smokin MCs before they have a chance to take one breath I got the shit to blow right through yo vest Any nigga thinkin they wanna step 2 this, jump and test Naughty's been known for bringin major niggas max of stress Never want us in yo party cos we crack yo set Little juvenile delinquent gets a classic vet Somebody come and grab yo child before I snap his neck Uuh! Yeah! You motherfuckers disgrace me I'll make money but the money don't make me Niggas like you be always actin so flakey Chess while you runnin round yo hood, don't shake ya Crowd puts it down on the level above It's international called Illtown love Witness this motherfucker just turn the mic on I spit this shit from my bitches who get they dyke on, rap pawns CHORUS x2 (Replace Jersey with Midwest on repeat) (Verse 3) Jerry taps some more caps, ooh where you goin Reapin in somebody half six in the mornin Whoo, and the rollin deep with they gat in they hand With they wars canine, and they batterin rams Somebody that got them mad Bitch rollin through the front fence, strollin through my back If Vin move the llello, continue to lay low You try to fuck me now you've been doe rubbin day hoe Could've been on the payroll, but you wanna play bro So muthafuck you and tell the captain I say so I'll show you the master you dick writin bastard My lawyer's so good, she gonna be workin in Alaska CHORUS x2 (Replace Jersey with Eastside on repeat) |
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(Phiness) We came here to party, join together everybody Let's celebrate (iss a party goin on) Iss a holiday (iss a party goin on) We came here to party, throw your hands up everybody Let's celebrate (iss a party goin on) Iss a holiday (iss a party goin on) (Vinnie) Once again, iss on, it's been awhile since you heard the style Yes it took a little time but now we worth your while To all of you from my crew who been waitin so long, this track caps off at that official Naughty bomb shit The Ill-town party rhyme sayer Depletin MC's like the ozone layer May acquire my desires and like vintage wine we shall sell no rhyme, before iss time I'm, the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC Microphone controller, master of ceremonies So remember why you hate me I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By Association Which meanin that you FAKE ASS NIGGAZ who connected to them SNAKE ASS NIGGAZ, don't come up in my FACE, ASS NIGGAZ You try to keep on rhymin like you did't know Naughty By Nature came to save ya from them BULLSHIT shows Chorus (Treach) The Feds pick up the balance, watchin everything that we touch But yeah I see the D stuck in the V-S-E-and-G truck They watchin us, plan on knockin us, threw binoculars My nigga I connect the bottom LOCK to the top of us You take the topic, ain't no profit But give me a picture, and a compass, and I'll do a Nostradamus Find that ass on a quick spot, catch you slippin like ice and silk solks, the cover of your album be the back of milkbox See I'm an iffer hit a shitter like an old timer Momma, I dig a vagina like a gold miner I'ma, rebel rhymer time trauma minus your momma equal a lot less drama, let me talk to you mami Maybe you could come to Dirty Jerz, New Jeru, witcha crew You bring that ass, I'll bring the brew And hit some Thug Passion, and roast some D From incense to hash'n, niggaz HOT, talkin bout crashin Chorus (Phiness) Do we (uh-huh, uh-huh) Do we Do we, dumdum-dum-dum-dum-dum (Vinnie) So yo the moral of the story in this game called rap Either we all gon' clap, or somebody gon' get clapped And I'm not down with that, sure as my name's Vin Rock In '99 I will officially re-open up the block And dedicate my life to preservation of hip-hop I'm tired of seein the people of my culture gettin shot And now I must step up because I know that's all we got I must do it, pursue it, before all the maggots make it rot Hip-Hop, it ain't gon' die, it's gon' diversify And as long as I'm alive, I'm gon' promote the I And no matter how many people try to use or difuse it It ain't nuttin like hip-hop music!! Chorus 2X (Phiness) Do we .. doo-wee Do we .. doo-wee-yeah.. Do we, dumdum-dum-dum-dum-dum |
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*sounds of an automatic being fired then a single gunshot*
(Master P) Unnnnnnnnnnnngh! He heh Master P and Treach nigga It's all family baby Get them Naughty boys I got the No Limit Soldiers And when we posse up these niggaz gon' pay us Chorus: Phiness (Mystikal) I thought I told you have my mo ney (Whatcha wan' do nigga?) You got until sunrise, or lose your life (Whatcha gon' do nigga?) We comin with them thangs, and we ready to ride (Where they at? Let's GET EM!) Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die) (Where they at? Let's GET EM!) (Vinnie) With a little bit of taste of the bass to the face in the place for anybody not payin-on-time Rather be up in a six foot cell before I let another nigga get flagrant-with-mine And we be takin all cash, no checks, so go cancel this I know niggaz are so scandalous The ones I bust I'ma show em nuff ? on how many people thinkin that they can stand with this, sheeyit I thought somebody told you, BOY Them Naughty niggaz ain't no toys You're f**kin with sixteen styles over sixteen bars Sixteen car man entourage And when we get things started, I'm the hardest artist Styles I flips retarded Family who can handle this From Illtown to S.E. to Los Angeles Chorus (Treach) Hear the tale, of the n'Illtown O.G., better know me Shape the gold teeth, CD be, bring the clip shells and Olde E and gats, so no one gets close to me and down to scrap, raise em from that True tradition, RAISE EM UP, and gangsta bitches that'll blaze them butts, don't play for f**k Now we had a dealer knock off joints, Julie's jackin with the drop-off point (yo what the deal nigga) You backed out, I f**kin WITNESSED it And have partners have to split shit with (Nah, pay me now, bust it) At sundown see I went on work I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat Watch a thug rock, slugs pop With every cop on the block, with double-eye on my mugshots He better pay me like he postin bail or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail Chorus (Mystikal) Don't look now, but I'M BACK!! Now give me all my props again I gotta kick your motherf**kin ass for steppin on my MOCASSINS!! We blended with Treach and Vinnie from Naughty By Nature It's Mystikal with Silkk the Shocker and 'nem No Limit Lieutenant is at it again!! Catch me in the studio, tappin in from it, actin bad with a pen!! No blackin, no ant-draggin, no babblin I'm grabbin the mic in the booth when they peak I'ma gon' get me started WRASSLIN!! Turnin and tusslin Clutchin and musclin I saw myself the demons when I'm BUSTIN THEM If you wanna live you wouldn't F**K WITH THEM Don't F**K WITH THEM (Silkk the Shocker) Ha hah, don't f**k with them, look Nigga, I keep a tight show, Luciano type dough Feature Al Capone's way out nigga, I got that type of flow Don't floss, if it ain't yours See we a bunch of feature artists, y'all a bunch of "and mores.." Get the picture like Van Gogh, plus they done banned our tours Catch me gettin my floss on walkin 'cross marble tan floors Can't even touch the flow, can't even touch no coat Bitch I'm made now, I can't even much touch no mo' F**k the whole rap game up nigga just, one of my lines Say y'know a nigga like me, you're lyin bitch cause I'm like one of a kind From the Jerz to the five-oh we get down and dirty ya heard? I gotta eat, so I gotta go to street, cop two keys and a bird .. So y'all better have what you owe me! By sundown .. Or else I'ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys and 'nem .. We gonna get y'all! Chorus |
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[Treach]
No crooked cops pass my pocket or my peoples cause they evil to my people Fuck procedure hope that ass can spell illegal search and seizure Banged before ain't forgettin go 'head start all your crap and get a boot from a lawsuit and a news conference at eleven Routine stops how often? Tri day before last week (word?) Always tryin to pull me over on these dark ass streets Gave the war two blocks, two middle fingers like my nigga Mr. Fuck-a-Cop Tupac so fuck them mug shots that you got My Boo stops for nathin, know that Bonnie and Clyde If that was then there'll be no Texas with you Tommy's inside Chasin cases got that badge and know you runnin the place But that ain't NAR' a fuckin reason to have them guns in my face And your attitude's, like you ain't no had no nookie (go jerk off) Shit, get your sights, get off that rookie shit Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one! [Vinnie] Hardcore on my block just because I'm black Cause I'm ghetto superstar you pull me out of my car Well motherfucker I'm not knowin what they put in yo' ear The only thing I'm transportin is my Naughty hear I don't sell coke no mo', but still I make fast dough by slangin records by the millions, what you question me fo'? Runnin my plates, registration, and insurance thus far L-X fo'-seventy's my COMPANY car So next time you think about, pullin over Uncle Vinnie I'ma call Dan Nolan, sue your whole fuckin city [Treach] Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one! So you won't, give the Illy nones Like I fucked your bitches, silly grudge Yeah protect and serve that ass, with a billy club Go the right way, to get rid of ya, political riddle ya Fuck with me I'll turn you to a traffic ticketer To put it plain I'm SICK of ya, cherry tops are pitiful Break bones and ligments, can't fix it, so dig shit To keep niggaz ig'nant, and in crap, like pig shit that's just a fragment, of what they invent, to bend shit Years were handed, for Joe, left by Judy with the booty crew but they blame the game Suzy with the snooty two (who?) The Blockout Thugs plus the hoochie crew, shit I keep my uzi too Who the fuck are you to tell a fool rules? I got somethin for those droppin a loss And somethin else for all you FAGGOTS pullin me out of my car Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down! We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one! |
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(Treach) You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)
{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da} {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da} (Treach) Turn up your motherf**kin RADIO (Turn it up!) Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da} Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Verse One: Treach I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER Sucker motherf**kers better call me SIRE To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher Glad to meet you MOTHERF**K THAT, nice to mush ya The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of beer of beer on the wall on the wall The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer! Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of happened to happened to fall we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL So I asked some-motherf**kin-body who breed's the bangest? Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers! Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York! (Niggy what?!) Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} (Treach) Turn up your motherf**kin RADIO (Turn it up!) Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Verse Two: Vinnie My radio believe me, I like it loud I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK) But don't you come around unless you got a boombox to add on to the sounds that we already got We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C. Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over so call up with your request it's been a good long while Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach (Treach) Turn up your motherf**kin RADIO (Turn it up!) Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Verse Three: Treach When 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 glock Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob Dressin wildin up my niggaz ? slice my tuner top The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop My motto here you see is no way slick Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade* (Treach) Turn up your motherf**kin RADIO (Turn it up!) Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! |
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Jamboree
[Treach] I wanna see y’all who wanna plan with me Wave your hands across the land if we family Say hot-damn hot-damn we wanna jamboree This is for my peeps here I stand for you cause you stand for me [Chorus] C’mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree I know I jam, I know I jam jam while oh damn why don’t you Jamboree for me? Yes, Indeed [Treach] Kaboom kaboom the platoon came on in eight limbs and timbs Broke rims smoked sims whoop dogs with bent rims For the real and the raw from whoo’d up with the law I never kill for the thrill but I cut for the cars Smokin’ budda with a hoota’ get better prices from looters Shake my shell with the shooters leed a luga with duga Some say modeling and acting mean treach is selling (man he’s Sellin’) While I’m yelling first a felon with my gat at ya melon (BOOYAH) Hella heated, I’m too ill for them to beat it We the most cheated most weeded most needed You best believe it Lets take the tapes jam for me, stand for me Your’e damned to be without the jamboree [Chorus 1x] [Vinnie] We’ve put it down since the days of high school and everywhere we Mark we rule Naughty’s about to raise our stock And we didn’t come to brag about what we got nigga We came to rock We blew the spot taking the streets to pac You’d be thug-style for a while (?then cold rolled our jock?) Using the last few years as our evidence Niggas been tryin’ to duplicate the mixture ever since You live in value reprimanding If you challenge me I guarantee When we finish I’ll be the last man standing Fuck what you heard naughty is forever in demand when Kay drop tracks all the party people jammin’ [Treach] I wanna see y’all who wanna plan with me Wave your hands across the land if we family Say hot-damn hot-damn we wanna jamboree This is for my peeps here I stand for you cause you stand for me [Chorus 1x] [Treach] I ask the thugs who have mercy in these days is dirty I’m still sturdy and flirty till my derby for jersey The funk is pass-booted lights-camera-shoot it I just did it to do it that’s why I suit it and boot it Here’s the graphic niggas is just tattered and added Orgy’s are automatic from back-traffic to addicts Crush the cabbage straight from the savage to lavish We rip those who rat it thats why your click had it (?dog?) cats to cuchies for me its lootchie then hootchies Cause we’ll drop a cuzzie that leaves your whole label woozy And shitty and dizzy because your whole city miss me And whip out they titties And from they kiddies throw me 50’s in bundles of 100’s And make every hater want it Drunk and blunt it knock onto the hottest nigga comin’ Kay scratch and cut ya no matta what you make or Wanna come and touch her the punani rusher like Usher [Chorus 2x to fade] [Zhane] (Jam On It) (Jam-Jam-Jam) (Jam-Jam-Jam) (Jam On It) |
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[Mag] (Castro) "Car Wash sample"
"Hey!" Butter. "One of us! Right away!" "Work" Uh where all my hustlers? (Where them thugs at?) All my ballers. What let's do it like this. (Get up!) Uh what. (Indiana Indiana!) "Work" Mag in this muth yo. Killa Castro from Queens trigga Treach. (New Jeru, Dirty Jerz.) [Mag] Well can you get it like I get it, I got to get my blood Known for slangin yayo and part the lick with my thugs F**k you, f**k your crew fool and all that shit Bitch, it's a new nigga on the premesis "Work" Ah, puttin it down like I knows to What, splittin these hata's wigs like I'm supposed to Whenever you, wanna act the fool, and come and test Get that ak slug through your vest Forget your dog, get bucked Wind up and see you with all the garbage stuck Now you in the depths of Hell, feel like damn it ain't my lucky day Never shoulda looked my way, motherf**ker Don't trust your bitch ass fool as far as I can thrust ya Don't make no sudden moves fool and I won't have to bust ya Trigga Treach he got his pistol do We puttin in work from here to Russia fool So what the f**k y'all here to do "Work" Huh, and it's on like that Motherf**ker and it's on like that "I puts in work" And it's on like that Yo dog I hope you cleaned your strap "Uh huh, 'cause I puts in work" [Castro] Fatal how the hood'll hate you, caught up in drama Colors and ganja like black autototes for armor Millies and macks never the same pocket Kept his phillies and crack how the streets rock it Switch em, b cases like he fathered the system Organized block cinemas away from the prison With souls, lost rows and so on Fall victim to the streets and so much can go wrong Rebels meet crumble and majesties for salaries Out of towners and goose downers introduce pounders A lay loot for power evil roots shoot through cowards Lettin other niggas just regulate they hours Coke or chronic, philly roll millie by his scrotum Barrel x to g packs Never got along with cops, like it was Brett Favre and D backs It's how rap cats believe that "Just puttin in work" And it's on like that Castro, you know it's on like that "Huh huh huh huuuh work" And it's on like that Yeah y'all we gettin it on like that "Puttin it in y'all, puttin it in y'all" [Treach] Check it, I get deep voice like Barry All you keep, naw you keep Forgot I got permit to carry All you sleep Look at me, his face I'll bury I look at you and say that's what happens when cousins marry "Work" Hate that funk shit, don't show up Tore up from the floor up My gat's so fat it needs to loose weight like hold up On the run huh, it might be bailin in a Bronco I be layin low from Rocko In a condo outside of Toronto How I feel about y'all poppin shit Like a constipated port a lot of noise but you ain't droppin shit This is me here, it ain't no other man Always into somebody's business like you was (?) "Work" Nigga I puts in like ten men Kick up more dust than dirt Drinkin more gin than Vin Well see no El Nino or ghetto tsunami Couldn't drop up on me so we got to f**k over Tommy "I puts in work" I puts in work, and it's on like that Motherf**ker with them snakes and rats I puts in work "Work" And it's on like that Hope you motherf**kers watch your back 'cause I puts in work "Work" "New Jerus y'all Dirty Jerz y'all" "Work" "Ah ow, Indiana comin on through" "Work" "Oh, what it mean y'all comin from Queens" "Work" "Hey, put it down for my town" |
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(Big Punisher)
Big Pun baby You miss me? {see Pun gon' sing then he gon' rhyme} {let me lick you girl where the sun don't shine} {I'm gon' sing Treach gon' rhyme} {let me lick you girl where the sun don't shine} Chorus: Big Pun + backup singer (repeat 2X) We can do it in the middle of the night girl We can do it on the beach in the sunlight We can do it anywhere that you like girl Long as you do it, and do it, all night (Big Punisher) So how you like it mama? In the morning coming out the sho-wah? How bout the middle of the night, late after hours? My powers be have her comin hard to God, say good Muslim from the way I crush the sun, the moon, and then the stars Punisher's large like the planets But if you make my dick hard like Janet Then you can ride the Squad transit Trizz Nathaniel to you, can you handle my crew? Bend over by the fridge and hand me your brew This is how we do, that's just how you do Throw a hand in the air, and scream Trizz Power rules (Trizz Power rules) Again (Trizz Power rules) That means you run train, with your whole damn crew, c'mon Chorus (Treach) Dirty Jerz, wettin the set, with no sweat and Moet If you want the Treach, there's no dick with no lickin for you home or hubby, how come ? make it sunny You took off the rag, so don't get mad that it's runny I f**k with the rubby, and long stroke don't poke Put the hooter in your cooler til your booty gets soaked I knock it from the front, and make you look at your foot Hit it solo from the back I might forget how you look An old crook crashin knowin who wanna screw I've been f**kin ever since you called it doin the do Now who you doin it to? The f**kin screw of the crew? Hittin somethin and drunk drivin past the boys in the blue Talkin to you Chorus (Treach) Poo-tang..tang.. no scallywagging! Now hit it from the Illtown ground to Cali alley, now bang it in a Boogie Down building, with no windows (BX) With your partner riding Big Pun, passin indo If Pun smack her ass tell her grab his gut Cause when I pop the cock, watch the nuts erupt Been platinum, no more sleepin on latin rappin (boricua) So get your mackin crackin and Pun pass the Magnum (Big Pun) It's me Big Pee the bachelor Your Secret Garden need a weeder whacker All I need is my gat and my black Cleopatra She the master of seduction with a classy introduction Must be after somethin way she make that ass function Pass the Dutch and take off your boots I'ma call my troops, and just work that caboose Terror Squad the truth, we the proof for the kids In the Coupe with the Trizz, WHOOT! There it Is, c'mon (backup singer) Take off your clothes, meet me in the bathtub I wanna get it on, scrub a dub rub Last night baby, told me that you'd stay and when I awake it seems like you're gone for days Chorus (minus Big Pun) only *1X* (backup singer) We can do it in the middle of Little Italy Don't worry about your man, he can't do diddily Ohhhh... I can do it better! (Pun) Senora! (Senora) Senorita! (Senorita) |
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Don't fuck with us Watch these niggas get wicked now Check it out (Chorus 2) X 3 Put em up What What Put em up what what (Chorus 1) (Vinnie) Well here's a shot out to all those who think that we slipped Doing this ever since 165, North 15th breakdancin with slick Nigga what, I'll beat your butt You niggas on a beef or what And if I gotta go deep I'll cut And if you try to face this The Naughty by the Nature gonna lace this Track, we be the cream of the pack Don't come up in my face with bullshit cuz you're bound to get slapped And then we'll take it to a level where you're gonna get clapped And then we'll all be up in court, I don't got time for that Cuz I'm, one third, naughty Look into my eyes yeah you know me Ain't nobody pimpin like us three Call us masters, o.p.p And when I draw the line don't get in the way, I'm paper chasin Or I'll be cuttin you off like Friday the 13th and I'm Jason Single don't mingle with ladies hearts I'm a thief I'm not a virgin but Virgo birthday September 17th And don't ask me for favors cuz it'll be just like pullin teeth I'm on some new shit with niggas cuz you continually sleep Don't creep (Chorus 1) X 4 (Chorus 2) X 3 (Chorus 1) (Treach) Dun dun dun dun dun dirty the motherfucker with them jewels on Did the dirt, turn the news on Nigga left layin with his shoes on With every clue gone You actin nervous, what'd you do wrong? Nigga lookin shady, all fakey all quiet Ah forget about it when the feud's on Now wha-what what put em up that's what the party get I bartend on some naughty shit And don't play that shorty shit We hittin and kickin like (?) Shakin like (?) chicken like pick pick pick pickin the town Dickin em down, pickin a hoe, give em a show, the rigamarole So, if you ever gone report you seen my tribe I best to pray you got nine lives because your goddamn eyes lied (...?...) that's 25 lines motherfucker you on my side What you gonna do wanna do talkin all the drunk talk At least you'll die high (Chorus 1) X 4 (Chorus 2) X 3 (Chorus 1) (Vinnie) Just look don't touch, just tip my bitch Cuz things get crazy now Punk motherfucker gonna pay me now Got busy got forty got fam got (?) got jet got slash Diesel do, take apart that ass Got another motherfucker get cash fast Did dash smash, who you fought last, him or me? Them or we? Get Hennessy, you memory Treachery, and to the right of me, it's that nigga uncle Vinnie What with K Boogie on the break release The beat don't cease til we double fuckin platinum apiece Hands touched (Chorus 1) X 4 (Chorus 2) X 3 (Chorus 1) |
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One steps down the path of poverty most know the route not a pot to piss in or a door to throw it out All I hear, these days, we say, she say, we say, anyway He grows, she grows, we grow, listen negro (listen) I die, you die, few die, who rob, its do or die You fry, I fry, new play, new day, new God Tell me, what's the sense of this? Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me Had to mention it You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this Some plans, one chance, hold heat, hold head, hold theirs (hold ya head) Peep rules, we proof, meet troops, speak truth, teach youth (teach the youth) No crews, who's who? New day, new rules, do you: Break bread, wake heads, check heads, half-a-head for steak feds? (check 'em) They'll lock your body, even gotti Grab your shotties for an illuminati (ready) They'll lock your body as gotti Grab your shotties it's an illuminati (Chorus: Phiness) Open your eyes up, people can't you see? It's gettin' harder by the day for you and me All my life I've seen so much misery Can there be a better place for you and me? (VinRock) Why, everytime you try to show a nigga love they shit on you? F**k I'm suppose to do? Why, everytime a brother comin' up some pray ya through? That's what success'll do Cause I'm a hard workin' black man In my face stab in my back man Rob and steal they wanna kill me black man Tell me now what the deal is black man Don't ya know the powers in our hand? Cause we shine we end up six feet inland When we could build one nation And it's comprised of all persuasion African, Latin caught cagin', Asian New World Order, Hip-Hop Nation Then we can turn hate to love like Malcolm and Martin tripped up, open up your eyes (Chorus: Phiness) Open your eyes up, people can't you see? It's gettin' harder by the day for you and me All my life I've seen so much misery Can there be a better place for you and me? (Phiness) Here today, gone tomorrow Live then lay, here tomorrow (Treach) Tell me, what's the sense of this? Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me Had to mention it You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this What's the sense of this? Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me Had to mention it You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this (Chorus: Phiness) Open your eyes up, people can't you see? It's gettin' harder by the day for you and me All my life I've seen so much misery Can there be a better place for you and me? (Treach) Feel me, the end of the century Feel me, they want us in wakes and penitentiaries (open your eyes) That's how the envy be Now they got it, we our own enemies Feel me, the end of the century Feel me, they want us in wakes and penitentiaries (open your eyes) That's how the envy be Now they got us, we our own enemies |
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