Nature, Naughty By Filmography

• The Q Side 2012, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• The Force M.D.'s Relived 2010, role: actor, character name: Themselves Play in Full Screen
• Peep Diss Videos: Season One 2007, role: actor, character name: Themselves Play in Full Screen
• Kung Faux 2003, role: actor, character name: Voice Over Play in Full Screen
• Kung Faux 2003, role: actor, character name: Various Play in Full Screen
• Vibe Awards 2003, role: actor, character name: Themselves Play in Full Screen
• MTV 20: Live & Almost Legal 2001, role: actor, character name: Themselves Play in Full Screen
• The 9th Annual Soul Train Music Awards 1995, role: actor, character name: Themselves Play in Full Screen
• The 8th Annual Soul Train Music Awards 1994, role: actor, character name: Themselves - Presenters Play in Full Screen
• MTV Video Music Awards 1993 1993, role: actor, character name: Themselves - Performers Play in Full Screen
• The Meteor Man 1993, role: actor, character name: Themselves Play in Full Screen
• Who's the Man? 1993, role: actor, character name: Themselves Play in Full Screen
• The 19th Annual American Music Awards 1992, role: actor, character name: Themselves Play in Full Screen

Nature, Naughty By Filmography

• Phat Cocksuckers 2007, role: actress, Play in Full Screen

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  Nothing To Loseshow lyrics

  Nothing To Lose

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  Not yet
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  (Get up)
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  How many niggas gettin' lye tonight?
  How many niggas gettin' high tonight?
  Jump
  (Get up)
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  Na na na na
  I say fight you holler a quarter day late
  A dollar short, poppin' more corks and niggas don't get
  Ya collared court, trife ass Whitney will you motherfuckin' mouth, aight
  And change your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat ass tight
  Must be just the master monk
  The underhood, the underworld's under man
  Motherfuck bein' understood, long as we understand
  You can't twist the Treach [unverified] and mix his friends
  Niggas over here don't switch and bitch and bend
  All eyes on a prize, pimpin' it, and battle a million dollar chance
  I glance and just take your tip
  It's that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou'
  And bowed and thanked the crowd bein' in style
  And gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't have skunk
  Get 'em tough and guts, smoke from [unverified] and hand Treach
  Get 'em out of grants that they owe, the top notch
  Makin blocks flock, don't have to bust shots
  I got props, I'm warning you like closing doors when cop knocks
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  How many niggas gettin' lye tonight?
  How many niggas gettin' high tonight?
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  Ha, now let me line this nigga up
  How you soundin' talkin' plain wit' my name, man what the fuck?
  Oh, you don't know, boom, bap, smack and there it is
  How we dealin' wit' these frustrated niggas in the biz?
  (What the fuck was he freakin'?)
  I bring some drink in, just for fun
  They be guzzlin' on gallons of that red ass rum
  You might as well-a put a motherfuckin' bounty on your head
  'Cos the drama's for your momma, till your bitch ass dead
  Let those chickens, I see your mental picture clickin'
  I know I only make it for the one-night stickin'
  Phat, I take that back because I was not thinkin'
  After one piece of my dick, your brain starts shrinkin'
  How many niggas gettin' lye tonight?
  How many niggas gettin' high tonight?
  Jump
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  What? Check it, when the man ain't the man no more
  We'll see which one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war
  All that rah rah, I send that ass bye bye
  After that I fly, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital I, I
  Serve those wit' the nerve to test this
  Step and get'cha records clipped
  Original is what you kick but I know you better quit
  You analyse my click then go duplicate my shit
  Discredit's what you get, 'cos you bit
  Niggas get the hit-low and shit loads, I flip shows
  If it goes to Glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip code
  Keep hittin' knockers wit' the showstopper in this industry
  For they hit us with the Hoffa or Kennedy remedy
  That's when Vinnie will be
  Lightin' shit up brighter than a bicentennial, see we
  Sick of talkin' shit, niggas knowin' how we do
  So if you don't fuck with us, we won't have to fuck with you
  (We won't have to fuck wit' you)
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  How many niggas gettin' lye tonight?
  How many niggas gettin' high tonight?
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  Perfect Party (ft. Joe)show lyrics

  Perfect Party (ft. Joe)

  Hook:
  Party is a perfect party, party famous party ..hood
  Party hard with the party papers
  Diamonds and pearls it's a world of girls
  We love the girls all over the world.
  Party is a perfect party, party famous party ..hood
  Party hard with the party papers
  Diamonds and pearls it's a world of girls
  We love the girls all over the world.
  .. everybody ..trap .. jumping wild
  everybody's braging with enough come get the .. to i see my T shirts
  It takes you .. watch let me touch you on Twitter perfect
  My selections confess
  Hook:
  Party is a perfect party, party famous party ..hood
  Party hard with the party papers
  Diamonds and pearls it's a world of girls
  We love the girls all over the world.
  Party is a perfect party, party famous party ..hood
  Party hard with the party papers
  Diamonds and pearls it's a world of girls
  We love the girls all over the world.
  ..to the perfect party and cool stripping smelling options and cush cush
  ..you should take it break it
  Sexy mama sexy mama getting brain like
  I work it skirt
  I saw the perfect ..tight light politicians
  ..love when you ..
  [Hook:]
  You know one hundred and i near it to you
  ..and you make my way
  You're my Mona Lisa as and sex toy ..
  I'm with that ..
  Light it up ..
  Go smack it .. don't be ..
  Let's i don't smoke the ..
  If you understand the ..

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  Family Treeshow lyrics

  Family Tree

  Sometimes because of jealousy and the intent to demise
  Certain factions have to be forbidden or destroyed
  Fire has to be sent to the poisoned forest
  With the root of fresh trees planted elsewhere
  Only then will you obtain a wilderness
  That cannot be penetrated, petrified family tree
  See what started as a family forest
  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs
  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers
  The world points to the sun and the sun says
  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness
  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost
  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me
  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees
  Many minds always meet with pens and sheets
  Close my eyes, think what next on my rhymes
  See this face in ink, I'm havin' visions of wisdom
  Dreamin' 'bout my own ending
  Am I seein' death as freedom and livin' as prison
  My son didn't have a daddy to shape him so
  God bless him with a daddy to save him
  Yeah I raise him and pay some attention
  He talked and he listened to reach him and teach him
  Before I'm gone from existence
  Teach him 'bout the foes, the hos and all opponents
  Those that always talk 'bout love but never showed it
  Those who had the chances to stand and always blowed it
  Those that set you up by the hour to steal your moment
  Pac the word is you ain't there so fuck the rumor
  I'll get a pound of that shit from Bermuda
  And meet you in Cuba
  Fucked up on Larusa no doubt, I know the locale
  If they gotta born you, I'm gonna mourne you 'til I join you
  See what started as a family forest
  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs
  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers
  The world points to the sun and the sun says
  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness
  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost
  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me
  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees
  Uhh and now I know I got some family
  Who missed me from the heart, forever we're apart
  Just because I'm nothin' and you abuse me and use me
  Now you wanna try to come bruise me
  And even though maybe were in there
  Farther than it once was I know family don't always
  Mean that they blood 'cause some people just
  Don't give a nigga what some people tried to use my name
  So all the fat we had to cut and I'm still
  Walking with my six amp strut
  Urban eyes see through camouflage
  And now I know who's butt
  So when I sent you tried to play me
  All of a sudden now I'm shady
  Maybe deep down in my heart
  Never trust you from the start
  Never hoped you'd be my homie, don't come 'round my way
  And if we never speak again, it's got to be that way
  This millennium, we'll be spankin' your heiny
  Remind thee naughty invented family of the 90's
  See what started as a family forest
  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs
  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers
  The world points to the sun and the sun says
  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness
  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost
  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me
  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees
  Life doesn't end when the sweat dries
  A time when a nickle cost a dollar
  When you rise your chest dies
  My dynasty many fear it cos' I'm near it
  Ancient Egyptian scriptures fitted in through hyroglyphics
  Motherfuckers try to touch my mental state
  Niggas smile up in your face and then they infiltrate
  So it seems nowadays that the only plan
  To get my people help my people get a load of land
  And Im'ma see it if I have to kill some shit
  To make my family tree a motherfucking wilderness
  See a black man standin' on the promised land
  Since they broke every promise I devised a plan this
  Black this and black that crap is gettin' touchy
  Any black hat that cross my path, I call him lucky
  Those who turn. they back with they fears
  And try to before they can see us
  They gonna need us sweet Jesus
  See what started as a family forest
  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs
  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers
  The world points to the sun and the sun says
  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness
  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost
  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me
  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees
  See what started as a family forest
  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs
  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers
  The world points to the sun and the sun says
  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness
  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost
  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me

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  Feels Goodshow lyrics

  Feels Good

  Ohh...take money...
  Oh where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at
  Welcome to our party, sexy little shorties
  Written on your hit and licking lot from my Bacardi
  Rub it on my body, kiss and twist and barley
  Ask da damn dadda der, do dat song, while I ooh-ah, ooh-ah
  How I do that so long? On the DL world baby
  Swellin' dub crazy, DJ rewind that Naughty with that 3L-Dub baby
  I move simple, just as sooth mix'll move gentle
  I give ya mother-mm-mm, goose pimples
  Ain't the last brother passed over
  I be the master of the E or that cab punch a back brother
  N..A..U..G..H-T..Y......B..Y...Na, Na, Na, Nature, not cuz I hate ya
  Master the matress, flip, I go backwards, a little kiss on your cheek
  Will make you back with the Treach, it...
  It feels good to ya
  Let me see how you rock wit it
  Bout the beat baby, drop wit it
  And don't worry bout a damn thing
  It feels good to ya
  Let me see how you rock wit it
  Do your thing, come close wit it
  And don't worry bout a damn thing
  It feels good...
  Hey, ever since back in the day
  From O.P.P. down to Hip Hop Hooray
  Who invented party anthems that ease stress away?
  You got drama, never mind that
  Naughty by Nature, 3L-Dub on star tracks
  We got that flavor that make your hands clap, toes tap
  And cross the culture on the generation age gap, never can you fade that
  We make your body like, rock to this
  Everybody's block parties gonna walk to this
  To the family is a number one
  And all those haters who ain't thinking we still having fun
  Better throw your towel in son,
  How many years have we proved we can do this?
  How many people we inspired to pursue this?
  Well if you wanna test the man to the truth is,
  Naughty by Nature makes that Feel Good music
  Dang, Dang, I don't wanna go to the party
  ain't a party if it ain't...Naughty
  Body to body dance...Naughty
  Oh lordie, its IIcon and Naughty
  Its the groove move more of us hate
  C'mon and stroll with us
  When everybody smiles it makes the whole day glorious
  Slide left, slide right, throw your hands high, I know thats right!
  The I strong, we ride strong, double IIcons
  You wanna stop perimeter, let by-gones be by-gones
  Slide left, slide right, lets just find out, why let me find out?
  Ooh-ah Ooh-ah, outdoor with indo'
  Heyyy-yo, drop the keys out the window
  We got the molly, with my yardies we partying,
  Cuz after the party its the after-party
  Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands (Hey, Hey)
  Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands
  Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands (Hey, Hey)
  Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands
  Hey, don't worry bout a damn thang
  It feels good to ya,
  Rock wit it,
  Drop wit it,
  And don't worry bout a damn thing
  It feels good to ya
  Rock wit it,
  Come close wit it,

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  Naughty By Natureshow lyrics

  Naughty By Nature

  Smooth it out
  This is a story about a drifter
  Who waited for the worst while the best live 'cross town
  Who never planned on having someday
  Why me huh?!
  Some get a little, and some get none
  Some catch a bad one, and some leave the job half-done
  I was one who never had and always mad
  Never knew my dad, motherfuck the fag
  Well anyway, I did pick-up, lift and click-up
  See many stick-ups, 'cos niggas had the trigger hick-ups
  I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
  My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out
  I walked the strip, with just a clip, who wanna hit
  Thank God I'm quick, I had to eat this money as good as spent
  A 'do in braids, I wasn't paid enough
  I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a hair-cut
  I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed
  I got upset, I got a tick and a banana clip
  With down the flow, don't let them any dealin' tackhead
  A celebate rope, so a lotta good it woulda did
  Or done, if not bad luck I would have none
  Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one
  Why when I was a kid and played I was the sad one
  And always wanted to live like this or that one
  Chorus
  A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
  Livin' in the slums with bums I said now why Treach
  Do I have to be like this, mama said I'm priceless
  So I am, I'm worthless, starvin', that's just what being nice gets
  Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then though
  To stop the hell, I woulda ended things a while ago
  I ain't have jack, but a black hat and knap-sack
  War scars, stolen cars and a blackjack
  Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give
  Say something positive, well positive ain't where I live
  I live right around the corner from west hell
  Two blocks from south shit, and once in a jail cell
  The sun never shine on my side of the street see
  And only once or twice a week I would speak
  I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home
  I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids and cars with chrome
  Some life, if you ain't wearin' gold, your style was old
  And you got more juice and dope for every bottle sold
  Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
  But hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play
  I'm gonna flaunt it, gonna know when, know when and not now
  How will I do it, how will I make it, I won't, that's how
  Why me huh
  Chorus
  My third year to adulthood, still a knucklehead
  I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
  I don't do jack but fightin' lightin' up the streets at night
  Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sets of Freddie's spikes
  Some say I'm all in all, nothing but a dog now
  I answer that with a fuck you and a bow-wow
  'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week
  Than the fly flowin' in doo-doo on a concrete
  I've been a dead beat, dead to the world and dead wrong
  Since I was born, that's my life, oh you don't know this song
  So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand
  All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn
  If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel, so fill it skillet
  All that talk about it won't help it out, now will it
  In Illtown, feel like you stuck up, propped, and shot
  Don't worry, he got hit by a flurry and this punk ass dropped
  But I'm the one who has been labaled as an outcast
  They teach in school some of the misfits I will outlast
  But that's cool, with the fool smack 'im backwards
  That's what you get when you're fuckin' with the ghetto bastard
  If you ain't never been to the ghetto
  Don't ever come to the ghetto
  'Cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto
  So stay the fuck out of the ghetto

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  Iiconsshow lyrics

  Iicons

  Ohh...take money...
  Oh where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at
  Welcome to our party, sexy little shorties
  Written on your hit and licking lot from my Bacardi
  Rub it on my body, kiss and twist and barley
  Ask da damn dadda der, do dat song, while I ooh-ah, ooh-ah
  How I do that so long? On the DL world baby
  Swellin' dub crazy, DJ rewind that Naughty with that 3L-Dub baby
  I move simple, just as sooth mix'll move gentle
  I give ya mother-mm-mm, goose pimples
  Ain't the last brother passed over
  I be the master of the E or that cab punch a back brother
  N..A..U..G..H-T..Y......B..Y...Na, Na, Na, Nature, not cuz I hate ya
  Master the matress, flip, I go backwards, a little kiss on your cheek
  Will make you back with the Treach, it...
  It feels good to ya
  Let me see how you rock wit it
  Bout the beat baby, drop wit it
  And don't worry bout a damn thing
  It feels good to ya
  Let me see how you rock wit it
  Do your thing, come close wit it
  And don't worry bout a damn thing
  It feels good...
  Hey, ever since back in the day
  From O.P.P. down to Hip Hop Hooray
  Who invented party anthems that ease stress away?
  You got drama, never mind that
  Naughty by Nature, 3L-Dub on star tracks
  We got that flavor that make your hands clap, toes tap
  And cross the culture on the generation age gap, never can you fade that
  We make your body like, rock to this
  Everybody's block parties gonna walk to this
  To the family is a number one
  And all those haters who ain't thinking we still having fun
  Better throw your towel in son,
  How many years have we proved we can do this?
  How many people we inspired to pursue this?
  Well if you wanna test the man to the truth is,
  Naughty by Nature makes that Feel Good music
  Dang, Dang, I don't wanna go to the party
  ain't a party if it ain't...Naughty
  Body to body dance...Naughty
  Oh lordie, its IIcon and Naughty
  Its the groove move more of us hate
  C'mon and stroll with us
  When everybody smiles it makes the whole day glorious
  Slide left, slide right, throw your hands high, I know thats right!
  The I strong, we ride strong, double IIcons
  You wanna stop perimeter, let by-gones be by-gones
  Slide left, slide right, lets just find out, why let me find out?
  Ooh-ah Ooh-ah, outdoor with indo'
  Heyyy-yo, drop the keys out the window
  We got the molly, with my yardies we partying,
  Cuz after the party its the after-party
  Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands (Hey, Hey)
  Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands
  Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands (Hey, Hey)
  Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands
  Hey, don't worry bout a damn thang
  It feels good to ya,
  Rock wit it,
  Drop wit it,
  And don't worry bout a damn thing
  It feels good to ya
  Rock wit it,
  Come close wit it,
  And don't worry bout a damn thing

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  Here Comes The Moneyshow lyrics

  Here Comes The Money

  Here we go
  Money talks
  Here comes the money
  Money money
  Money money
  Money money
  Money money
  Money
  Dolla dolla
  Dolla dolla
  Ching ching
  Bling Bling
  At the check out
  If you ain't talkin' money
  Then your talkin' don't matter
  Ching ching
  Bling Bling
  Packin' Pocket
  You make the dolla, dolla
  Can't a damn soul stop it
  Here comes the new kid on the block
  Hold all your bets
  Here's where the buck stops
  First of all I'm steppin' out on my own
  'Bout time I elevated to claim my own throne
  Bounce in my blood
  Call it home grown
  Your Rich
  And testosterone
  Power and money got me crazy, cocky
  No longer need ya poppy
  I know you're mad because you can't stop me
  And if you wonder how this player done scooped your honey
  I think she climbed on
  C'mon
  It's called brand new money
  Makin' (Unknown)
  Ain't a damn thing funny
  Pimpin' hood rats and Playboy Bunnies
  They see the
  Money money
  Money money
  Money money
  Money money
  Money
  They see it
  They see it
  Money money
  Money money
  Money money
  Money money
  Money
  Say what?
  Say what?
  Say what?
  Money
  I'm global dolla, dolla
  And roll without pitty
  I like to go out smellin' fresh
  And lookin' spiffy
  I like clean money
  I want my (unknown) to be filthy
  Because when everytime it's fun
  I can't (Unknown)
  So what am I supposed to do?
  Roll in two
  Stand there pattin' the pockets
  'Till I'm stackin' only two
  Ching ching
  Bling Bling
  Got the cash and loan
  It's the (Unknown)
  And I'm sellin' 'em out my trunk
  Whenever
  Whatever
  It takes a (Unknown) dolla
  Although in that direction
  Wait a minute
  Holla holla
  All wants to know
  Where they go
  Where they went
  And I'm makin' (Unknown) money
  Smellin' just like a mint
  Money money
  Money money
  Money money
  Money money

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  Shoutshow lyrics

  Shout

  Shout
  (Isley-Isley-Isley)
  Well, you know you make me wanna
  (Shout) Throw my hand up
  (Shout) Kick my heels back
  (Shout) Throw my head back
  (Shout) Come on now (Shout)
  Don't forget to say you will
  (Shout, Shout) Don't forget to say
  (Shout) Yeah yeah yeah yeah, come on
  (Say you will) Say it right now, baby
  (Say you will) Come on, come on
  (Say you will) Say it right now, baby
  (Say you will)
  I still remember
  When you used to be nine years old yeah, yeah
  An' now that you're grown up
  You're old enough to know
  An' you wanna leave me
  You wanna let me go
  I want you to know
  I said I want you to know right now
  You've been good to me, baby
  Better than I've been to myself
  And if you ever leave me
  I don't want nobody else
  I said I want you to know
  I said I want you to know right no
  You know you make me wanna
  (Shout) Kick my shoes off
  (Shout) Throw my hands up
  (Shout) Take my pants off
  (Shout) Come on now
  (Shout) Don't forget to say you will
  (Shout, Shout) Don't forget to say
  (Shout) Yeah yeah yeah yeah, come on
  (Say you will) Say it right now, baby
  (Say you will)
  (Say) Say that you love me
  (Say) Say that you need me
  (Say) Say that you want me
  (Say) Don't ever leave me
  (Shout) Come on now
  (Shout) Come on now
  (Shout) Come on now
  (Shout) Come on now
  (Shout) A little bit softer now
  (Shout) A little bit louder now
  Hey (Hey) Hey (Hey)
  Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah)
  Shout now
  A little shout now
  Jump up and shout now
  A little shout now
  Come on (Shout now)
  Come on now (Shout now)
  Come on now (Shout now)
  Come on now (Shout now)
  Come on jump up and shout now
  A little shout now
  Jump up and shout now
  A little shout now
  Jump up and shout now
  A little shout now
  Jump up and shout now

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  Intro Skit

  DJ Kay Gee: This is DJ Kay Gee from Naughty's Nature
  *turntables screeching*
  DJ Kay Gee: And i like to welcome to the new album "Poverty's paradise"
  *turntables screeching and beat starts*
  DJ Kay Gee: DJ Kay Gee (crowd: YES!)
  Vinnie (crowd: YES!)
  Treach (crowd: YES!)
  The new album (crowd: YES!)
  At poverty (crowd: YES!)
  To paradise (crowd: YES!)
  Poverty (crowd: YES!)
  Paradise (crowd: YES!)

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  Outro

  *footsteps gets walked on and a cell phone rings*
  Treach *answers phone*: Nigga
  DJ Kay Gee: What?
  Treach: What you doing?
  DJ Kay Gee: Chilling
  Treach: So what the album?
  DJ Kay Gee: It's ended very well

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  Everything's Gonna Be Alright

  Smooth it out
  This is a story about the drifter
  Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
  Who never planned on havin' so dick
  Why me huh?
  Everything's gonna be alright
  Everything's gonna be alright
  Everything's gonna be alright now
  Everything's gonna be alright
  Some get a little and some get none
  Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
  I was one who never had and always mad
  Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag
  Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up
  Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
  I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
  My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out
  I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit?
  They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent
  I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough
  I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
  I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed
  I got upset, I got a tech in the banana clip
  Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crack head
  I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did
  Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none
  Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one
  Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one
  And always wanted to live like just a fat one
  Everything's gonna be alright
  Everything's gonna be alright
  Everything's gonna be alright now
  Everything's gonna be alright
  A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
  Livin' in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them
  Do I have to be like this? Momma said I'm priceless
  So I am all worthless, starved and it's just for being a nice kid
  Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though
  Last stop to hell, I would've ended things a while ago
  I ain't have jack but a black hat and knapsack
  Four squad stolen cars in a black jack
  Drop that and now you want me to rap and give?
  Say somethin' positive, well positive ain't where I lived
  I lived right around a corner from West Hell
  Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell
  The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
  And only once or twice a week I would speak
  I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home
  I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome
  Some life, it you ain't wear gold your style was old
  And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold
  Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
  But hey, never gamble any game that you can't play
  I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now
  How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how
  Why me, huh?
  Everything's gonna be alright
  Everything's gonna be alright
  Everything's gonna be alright now
  Everything's gonna be alright
  My third year to adulthood and still a knucklehead
  I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
  I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night
  Playin' hide and seek with a machete
  [Incomprehensible] like Freddy swipe
  Some say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now
  I answer that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?
  'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week
  Than I fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete
  I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong
  Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song?
  So don't say jack and please don't say you understand
  All that man to man talk just hot damn
  If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
  And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it?
  And ill town fell like I stuck-up props, got shot
  Don't worry, I hit Bob, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
  But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast
  They changin' schools, I'm the misfit that will outlast
  But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards
  That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard
  If you ain't ever been to the ghetto
  Don't ever come to the ghetto
  'Cause you ain't understand the ghetto
  And stay the fuck out of the ghetto

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  Everyday All Day

  Verse 1: Treach
  This is somethin that I call the flow
  Not many if any 'cept for Vinnie can say they know
  In fact detracting that is something that I rarely show
  Because my tongue is actually fast but then again it's slow
  See yo (Throw it bro) you say cheeka boo
  A name pertained for niggas who WHO
  Who hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who
  It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you
  And if you take the shoe, a nigga actor will do, ooh
  Dressed to the best to impress but after they try take us in
  Crook as a nigga, take a pistol, see who wants to be Naughty or nicest
  Like ice is I'm priceless, plug the mic to it
  Come with the D with the I with the S to the S's, see whose hype is
  Test the test the Treach to Treach address, the address:
  How I'll bless and blow any conflicts
  Why to try to chrome, my style is just nonsense
  M-my ni-ni-nigga m-m-mackin so you get out of it
  Any and all should fall, many are small should call
  Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
  Show hope, show no hope and can't cope, so no way
  This is how we play everyday all day
  Verse 2: Treach
  Yo yo hey yo
  Havin a round of (? cadavva?), gather matters is drastically
  Never say never whenever whether we come on after thee
  Hand to Gee the producer, me is loose off the claps ya see
  That keeps you boogie'n happily
  Voice ya opinion, it's the rhythm I'm lendin
  The message I'm sendin from London to Linley
  Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered
  Leave them ol' cramps in your pants then I belly dance her
  God is good and if ya would, you should just
  Play to the way I see em, play all day is what He'll bless
  I'm leavin em evil and seein em bein a torture with dull props
  I won't give up til you had 'nough of these call shots
  Now let the hard floor break your fall darlin
  Cos on the shrift and Naughty ain't waltzin
  When we dance we come full-thrust, the bum rush
  Knockin and poppin em up inside, they rockin dawn til dusk
  I ain't the type to get suit-to-sike
  I feel I'm better than ever before but as a rapper I'm just alright
  Showin time is for clocks, knockin poppas
  Pop pop ya try to shine I make your heart work proper
  And that's comin from the drifter and if ya
  R-U-IN YA L-I-P, you will B-E-G-O-N-E
  So let the guests gettin pass-ons, be by-gones
  Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
  We feel this way every single day all day
  So make way
  Verse 3: Treach
  Wuz up to all you MC cub scouts
  Grub scouts gettin rubbed out
  I'll bet'cha kept ya album froze til this came out
  Hittin ideas to use, a half of us snit or two
  Snatchin and maxin a rap that I'm castin, how dare you!
  How the hell can you yell what someone else said?
  I must get on what I loan, what I own on my forehead, huh
  But I doubt that, and now ya wanna back out
  Your career had more ins and outs than a crack house
  I'm mackin 'n rackin 'n cappin the acts and I wax em wit-wit a smack
  This scam he owes must judge me rough with a whiffle bat
  And that's simply elementary Walton
  So pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Dodge son
  Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat
  Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track
  What's all with seven thousand other rappers, groupie
  The cut ya made for that movie ain't soothed me
  Who said that Treach can't work when he don't curse?
  Some nasty ass me, Naughty and that keep it happy
  I'm all that and never go out the small way
  You need a lift, we go this way everyday all day
  Verse 4: Treach
  Your little tape got more blank spots than a tank-top, think, stop
  You oughta store it all, fast-forward 'fore I ring props
  You sorry sight, you're a immature rhyme ho
  Come rock a lil somethin, no we're all outta time so
  From Chilltown JC to Brooklynn with A-D
  I'm rippin things daily, ni if, and or maybes
  At the? and the A-V, the O-U-R-B-A-BE
  Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah they be
  Down with Sha-ka-ottin, pimp or, man, they swiftin
  Then the ruler (? all reigns?), he comes handy on the roll again
  Marked the 45, kids kneels feels the reals
  With the real chill, not the run-of-the-mill deals
  Get poopoo dooie, producer Louie Louie
  Throwin best tracks to me to me
  So that sometimes they do me
  I can't forget the day live, the solo need a tongue
  Patrol the song, what up to the brothers from the (? Natcheo?)
  We got the gatch to ya batch to rock and lock him
  But now it's? don't even try to outrun them
  The stable now cocky, Lord Ali Raski and (? trueogy?)
  The sharper day with double jade is the props see
  We also got the speaker Latifah, the Queen of the flavour
  And nuthin weaker behind is watchin, kick her
  The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC
  With Money B, Humpty and Jimmy, the master of the charts
  And on the tipple several brothers, we muskets
  It's Tahid, Akeem, Cracker C and Cee Justice
  Plus is the voice behind the flavour unit, all time, all early
  It's that girlie, head of the head called her Shirley
  And what poop last but not least, Camille
  I feel you learned the way we come this deep everyday all day
  OUTRO: Treach
  Y'knowhatI'msayin? We got the newest member of the flavour unit
  Def Jef in effect. We got the producer of this trach Kay-Gee
  We got my girl Nikki-D in the house
  My man internale All-Star Dave
  My man on the sax Andy
  We got another engineer Andy and assistant Todd
  We got Anj-Du, G-Quick
  We got the whole entire 18th Street Posse-Rachim, Mook Daddy, Skee Steve
  Hammer, Howie Cru-Ru, M-Dee, Tak Diesel, Na-Na
  We got my girl Aphrodite and her posse in the house-Cherokee, Chaka and
  Lisa
  And we outta here like last year
  Cos we come this deep everyday all day

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  Hang Out And Hustle

  The C-R-U-D-D-Y, the C-L-I-C-K
  It's texture pure terror a street professor aggressor scale and measure
  clever compressor stretching salary stacks be running blocks as a
  factory
  structure capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter
  nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter capsule shatter scatter midnight
  disasters clips I rather gather then flip for what I'm after now and
  forever money makes things better at a regular gets me jewelry, bitches,
  bankcards, cars and competitors proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya
  puzzled see trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle.
  Booda Bop, Boom, Bam, Bink, Bick Bow Bookow, Ratatat, Klack Klick, Klick
  Kow, Klick Kow put brains with muscle. Hear a crew of guys utilize they
  skills. Bang out hang out slang out work and hustle. Flip techniques
  over
  boogie bangin' beats. A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in
  twenty separate suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like
  Chris Webber a warrior from Golden State, and I conjure up raps I bet
  don't know any they be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald
  Denny.
  Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next client as I arrive at
  L.A.X.
  I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step then stash the stem 10 clips
  in ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked
  protection see X again tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans but if
  shit
  is slow in comin' a fiend that's one thing thats when you see twenty
  niggas running to one fiend.
  Yo black tops I got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or next
  time I swear I'll sell you flour I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy
  living fatty plus I got a little man calling me daddy my lady and little
  man they need me and I need 'em I gotta see em and please 'em but first
  all clothe & feed 'em so we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time
  and life while I'm in this game I'm making sure that mine is right from
  the beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to hang out
  hustle wit my friends.
  Well it's Friday night and the weekend's here. All that partying shit
  must take a seat to the rear.
  Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin' my
  clips with my homies on the bricks my fingers stay hard. My hands stay
  full of ash. My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash.
  Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least, but I'm out there
  flippin' clips feeding the belly of the beast. It's first of the month
  money's comin all day all night and too many going for theirs I'm
  cuttin'
  sales off with my bike. Now with my niggaz in session we freestyle
  rhyme.

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  Guard Your Grill

  Has this ever happened to you?
  Can you name this tune?
  These victims knew how to guard they grill, this would've never happened
  I put two and two together and I came up with four
  You are forever, forgot, forbid, shouldn't have to say much more
  I been through more crews than a flute, yeah I'll show ya
  This is so damned scrap I betcha bro don't know ya
  You tried to get cool and say peace, save that peace for a jigsaw
  Stay back and watch a real MC get raw
  I never know, never know when another will come to diss this
  But if and whenever they come I'm runnin' this merry fist miss
  I shooker the crook and shaker the fake to get like a quick stick
  It's just another one dud and is dismissed
  Kitty guard your grill, well be for real, you ain't built
  I'm silly ho smackin' MC's on a ninety degree tilt
  The reason that it's tilted 'cos you're guilty, too hard to guard
  It's not you're tryin' too gay, you're tryin too hard
  How hard can your guard be, I say wassup?
  Guard your grill, knuckle up, put 'em up, yup
  Guard your grill, knuckle up
  I ain't the type to give up
  Guard your grill, knuckle up
  I smoke first, so what's up
  Guard your grill, knuckle up
  Put em up, you ain't tough
  Guard your grill, knuckle up
  I give em much business, an Aspirin
  Damn, I love a glass chin
  What are ya askin' for mercy, I'm laughin'
  Huh, you know the game, you know the name and you know the rep
  You know the Kay, you know the Vin and you know the Treach
  There's no sleepin', no nothin', no rest and hey
  No snoozin', no dozin', no f'in way
  Heapin' things up like a Coke cup
  Wind me up but y'all I gets the low wits tha rough stuff
  And after enough to cut ya off a piece, still have enough
  Then go around to them and him because [Incomprehensible]
  I, I got posse full a fighters all fly like a chopper
  Use to couldn't take em out 'cos they was rowdy hip hoppers
  There's so much gold for roast, the nuts don't knock us
  My nuts are my only homies that can hang proper
  At school I had a lot, I filled with VCR's and Vodka
  I had two grills, one a runner, one a trotter
  Back then I wore briefs, tella starter, gettin' hotter
  Then I grew yea long so I had to switch to boxers
  How hard can your guard be, I say what's up?
  Guard your grill, knuckle up, put 'em up, duck
  Guard your grill, knuckle up
  I ain't the type to give up
  Guard your grill, knuckle up
  I smoke first, so what's up?
  Guard your grill, knuckle up
  Put em up, you ain't tough
  Guard your grill, knuckle up
  I don't lay, I lie, who knows like Pinnochio
  Never been to Tokyo or Keeper's Day Bolochio
  Guard your grill, here's a feel, I rush hard
  I got the fliest ride out here, the '91 bus card
  So callin' me for a ride ain't the answer
  Huh, you want a lift ya better pick up a transfer
  Sayin' we will go for one cut, now we're dead
  Oh yeah, that's 'bout as funny as Barbara Bush in a bobsled
  Now how wrong can you be to think we play
  Even a broken clock is right at least twice a day
  So now ya feelin' real low, ya no flow crow
  You slow hobo, stiffer than Robo
  Oh, here's another side of bein' real quick
  You might speak it fulla cracks, but you still ain't shh
  So don't try at those same style battle cry
  I rock the U-train, the routes that I battle by
  I listen to sister shit, it 'til they quite slow
  No matter that white rap, shoot a pharaoh with a psycho
  Put down ya handgun, up with'cha hands son
  Look cops they come, I ain't the damned one
  I was only three steps from a peace prize
  Pieces laid, piece of his eyes and his left thigh
  Knuckle up, put 'em up, yeah guard your grill
  And that's comin' from Illtown, down the hill
  Guard your grill, knuckle up
  I ain't the type to give up
  Guard your grill, knuckle up
  I smoke first, so what's up?
  Guard your grill, knuckle up
  Put em up, you ain't tough
  Guard your grill, knuckle up
  This goes out to the 118th Street Posse
  My man scratch in the house, y'know what I'm sayin'?
  And oh yae, pss pss pss pss
  Don't forget, guard your grill, knuckle up
  A strong what up to my man Kid Capri
  This goes out to my man Jack Don
  I gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza
  What's up to Clark Kent and my man face?
  This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The Hill
  'Cos they know how to definitely guard they grill
  I gotta say what's up to my man Dre and Easy in the house
  This goes out to my man Tamere he's definitely in here
  What's up to my homey Kool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers
  Special shoutout to my man Grand Puba, one of the fiercest MC's out there
  Peace goes out

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  Ghetto Bastard

  Smooth it out
  (Alright)
  This is a story about the drifter
  Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
  Who never planned on havin' so dick
  Why me, huh?
  Everything's gonna be alright, alright
  Everything's gonna be alright, alright
  Everything's gonna be alright now
  Everything's gonna be alright now
  Some get a little and some get none
  Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
  I was one who never had and always mad
  Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag
  Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up
  Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
  I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
  My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out
  I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit?
  They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent
  I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough
  I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
  I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed
  I got upset, I got a Tec and a banana clip
  Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead
  I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did
  Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none
  Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one
  Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one
  And always wanted to live like just a fat one
  Everything's gonna be alright, alright
  Everything's gonna be alright, alright
  Everything's gonna be alright now
  Everything's gonna be alright
  A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
  Livin' in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them
  Why do I have to be like this? Momma said I'm priceless
  So I am all worthless, starved, and it's just for being a nice kid
  Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though
  Last stop to hell, I would've ended things a while ago
  I ain't have jack but a black hat and knapsack
  Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack
  (Alright)
  Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give?
  Say somethin' positive? Well positive ain't where I lived
  I lived right around a corner from west hell
  Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell
  The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
  And only once or twice a week I would speak
  I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home
  I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome
  Some life, it you ain't wear gold your style was old
  And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold
  Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
  But hey, never gamble any game that you can't play
  (Alright)
  I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now
  How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how
  Why me, huh?
  Everything's gonna be alright, alright
  Everything's gonna be alright, alright
  Everything's gonna be alright now
  Everything's gonna be alright, alright
  My third year into adulthood and still a knucklehead
  I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
  I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night
  Playin' hide and seek with a machetti [Incomprehensible] Freddy swipe
  Some say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now
  I answer that with a fuck you and a bow-wow
  'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week
  Than I fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete
  (Alright)
  I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong
  Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song?
  So don't say Jack, and please don't say you understand
  All that man to man talk just hot damn
  If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, Skillet
  And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it?
  And ill town fell like I stuck-up props, got shot
  Don't worry, I hit Bob, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
  But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast
  They changin' schools, I'm the misfit that will outlast
  But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards
  That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard
  If you ain't never been to the ghetto
  Don't ever come to the ghetto
  'Cause you ain't understand the ghetto
  And stay the fuck out of the ghetto
  (Alright)
  Why me?
  (Alright)
  Why me?

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  Feel Me Flow

  You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric
  Lyrically splittin', dismissin'
  I'm on a mission of just hittin'
  Now it's written and kitten hittin' wit mittens
  I'm missin', wishin' man listen
  I glisten like sun and water while fishin'
  Bust the move and then swerve
  Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word
  Damn, you nerd man, you heard
  Comin' from the town of Illy and alleys are
  Full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get
  Silly as Sally and then found in alleys I'm rowdy, really
  So here we go now
  Holla if ya hear me though
  Come and feel me, flow
  Never mixin' with trickin' brothers bitchin'
  Over fixins that ain't fittin' to be hittin'
  For nothin' splittin' things that's bitten'
  And gettin' written' off
  You're like a fatter bad bladder boy ya pissin' me off
  Before you even started so what, so long
  See you fly by my try, how else could I say it
  When you play it try boom, bye, bye, bye, bye
  Here we go now
  Holla if ya hear me though
  Come and feel me, flow
  Here we go now
  Holla if ya hear me though
  Come and feel me, flow
  The flow pro poetical with skills only
  A vet'll know better know where's
  The wetter flow that's on point like
  Decimals manhandlin' new crews
  Partyin' with the Zoo crew
  Lookin' for the pink in poo poo
  I thought you knew too stone style is of stamina
  Jammin' ta while we plannin' ta jam
  We bust plus we're the party
  Amateur damager managin' damagin' mics
  Men and even mannequins
  You're a fan again now I wanna know whose the man again?
  Naughty's back like vertebrates word to hey-a-ho
  The way I show you pray I flow
  Steady breakin' to the boogie so bang time
  To slang bang and watch all the poo tang tangs hangs
  Here we go now
  Holla if ya hear me though
  Come and feel me, flow
  Here we go now
  Holla if ya hear me though
  Come and feel me, flow
  Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat
  The beat the break into boogie
  Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies
  All we wanna know is if your body wanna party
  It's nuff poo tang tang for everybody
  So hip up and split up, get up
  Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up
  No guts set up for sit ups, flip up, watch us rip up
  Shakes shows until they fizz up
  Rizz up like your with us if not zip up
  You lip up, whip up
  Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones
  We come back 'cause we heard
  Hip hop needed another anthem
  Black like Noah, in fact and for ya
  If we was back in the days with the Drifters
  We would've been known as the Flowers'
  Bevin' these since the seventies
  Find me so we went crazy in the eighties
  So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties
  Oops, the Naughty's troops
  In sections of forties
  So clap your hands and hold your shorty
  I'm Naughty
  Here we go now
  Holla if ya hear me though
  Come and feel me, flow
  Here we go now
  Holla if ya hear me though
  Come and feel me, flow
  Here we go now
  Holla if ya hear me though
  Come and feel me, flow
  Here we go now
  Holla if ya hear me though

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  Hot Potato

  Mic check 1, 2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
  And your rhyme better be fat or you might have to fight
  Yeah, there's no escape from the terror dome
  You know I'm nice when I'm bustin' fat rhymes on the metronome
  MC's never pass the mic to the Foxxx, 'cause
  Once I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has was
  I beat you down on stage and when the battle's over
  You'll be leaving your show in a hearse nova
  I'm flippin' the X's three times and I'm back again
  See, on my way down stage they had me strapped in
  But once I hit New York and they loosened the chains
  I went and bought me a tec, now I'm wild, insane
  I'm on a hunt for a rapper who wanna turn singer
  I got my beat 'em down bat and a itchy finger
  So if you're nice with the mic and you wanna flip
  I'm the rap bounty hunter and it's time to get yo ass whipped
  Yeah, I'm comin' from the streets, pop
  And please fight back, so you can get dropped
  It's time to see who's nice and who can really rap
  I smack the taste out your mouth, you wanna be a mack
  I'm not tryin' to shake the water and wake the gator
  But I'ma pass the mic like a hot potato
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  You fly high, I heard your tape then flipped
  The next side lookin' for the def side
  You couldn't be alright if I erased your left side
  Who's wet dried when Treach tried, next died
  I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so step side
  Any dull raps get the skull caps pulled back full breeze
  Blastin' your ass back at full speed, hoes in flow, you know, bimbo
  And won't stop prayin' and playin' until I'm layin' up in fo'
  Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
  I got a solid hip below the belt to make your nuts not grow
  Here's to all crews that been wack
  I got a thinkin' cap with raps I attached with a chin strap
  Flash past your girl who's def in the flesh
  Yes, you can't believe that she said, "Treach"
  The wicked a wicked a wully bully, bad and fully and surely bad
  Ready and Willy gettin' [Incomprehensible] glad
  Dissed in Hell and fell in fire
  I attack your back, force you to retire with a wet wire
  Give you the whip appeal like Toby, listen, oldie but Goldie
  Take the dough from all who owe me
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  If a rapper disrespect me I smack him in his mouth
  I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat, boom, then I knock him out
  I keep heat and keep the clips in my sock
  When my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the block
  Yeah, Freddie Foxxx on a rampage
  Every time I touch the mic the police is standin' front stage
  'Cause I been labeled as a troublemaker
  I send my baddest girl to your house to play the heart breaker
  She'll lay you down and put hickeys on your chest
  Then turn around and blast you with a 33 shot tec
  You couldn't rap, you was wack from the get-go
  So you got bumped off by my head hoe
  Called by the militant mack, my mentality is jail
  Long as I'm strapped I can't fail
  Check this, I take the bass and I bust you in the eye with it
  A piece of steel with a screen on top, I'm gettin' fly with it
  I'm bringin' suckers to the street again
  'Cause them same broke-ass niggas ridin' on my meat again
  Mr. microphone flipped the beat again
  Suckers got caught with the rhyme, felt the heat again
  I'm breakin' it down, lettin' you know I'm never lettin' go
  I beat your brother down, punk, just to let you know
  This is hip-hop, gee, not 'hit pop'
  You mess around with the beats, get your boots knocked
  I'ma slide, I'm in her when I see you suckers later
  As I pass the mic like a hot potato
  Shrimps attempt to get pimped when playin' pimp, why?
  Sleepin' with a limp eye, pass the hot potato
  Treach done [Incomprehensible] chop to French Fries
  Mad as a murder vet, man, it'll hurt a set
  Well, to hell with you and your fat-O with the gurtle neck
  So ol' gold digger, dig some dirt, there you have it
  Want ring or a marriage, go get the carrot from a rabbit
  Before I stab him for his lucky foot
  Hit him with a puffy hook, hit the hare, now look how lucky looks
  I'm not a chip on your shoulder, I'm a boulder on a path
  Left a gash, you catch a headache in your ass
  Class I'm disrespectin', I won't see you trippin', clown
  When I do, you be trippin', slippin' and fallin' down
  All's left to call cops when I smack you with a leather wig
  And make you suckers suede bald spots
  Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I chuckle
  You couldn't knock boots with a muthafuckin' knuckle
  It's on, what's more, talk and get a boo-boo from your jaw
  It's easy as 1, 2, 3, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, word up, 4 potatoes, 4 verses
  Some hard rough stuff for all those hungry MC's out there
  You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah baby, nothin' commercial about this
  The militant mack in the house and I got a right hand
  For all that try to stand in my face and front

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  Holidayshow lyrics

  Holiday

  We came here to party, join together everybody
  Let's celebrate
  (It's a party goin' on)
  It's a holiday
  (It's a party goin' on)
  We came here to party, throw your hands up everybody
  Let's celebrate
  (It's a party goin' on)
  It's a holiday
  (It's a party goin' on)
  Once again, it's 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 it's 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 didn't know
  Naughty By Nature came to save ya from them bullshit shows
  We came here to party, join together everybody
  Let's celebrate
  (It's a party goin' on)
  It's a holiday
  (It's a party goin' on)
  We came here to party, throw your hands up everybody
  Let's celebrate
  (It's a party goin' on)
  It's a holiday
  (It's a party goin' on)
  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'
  We came here to party, join together everybody
  Let's celebrate
  (It's a party goin' on)
  It's a holiday
  (It's a party goin' on)
  We came here to party, throw your hands up everybody
  Let's celebrate
  (It's a party goin' on)
  It's a holiday
  (It's a party goin' on)
  Do we
  Do we
  Do we
  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 diffuse it
  It ain't nuttin' like hip-hop music!
  We came here to party, join together everybody
  (C'mon c'mon)
  Let's celebrate
  (It's a party goin' on)
  It's a holiday
  (It's a party goin' on)
  (I said c'mon c'mon, c'mon now)
  We came here to party, throw your hands up everybody
  Let's celebrate
  (It's a party goin' on)
  It's a holiday
  (It's a party goin' on)
  We came here to party, join together everybody
  Let's celebrate
  (It's a party goin' on)
  It's a holiday
  (It's a party goin' on)
  We came here to party, throw your hands up everybody
  Let's celebrate
  (It's a party goin' on)
  It's a holiday
  (It's a party goin' on)
  Do we
  (Do we)
  Do we
  (Do we, yeah)
  Do we

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  Holdin Fort

  Oh, oh hell yeah
  (*police sirens, car screeches*)
  (Alright we don't want any problems here. Y'all just break it up) Five-0
  (Just, just) Say what? (go on home)
  (We don't wanna take anybody in. We don't wanna give any citations
  I ain't goin nowhere, I ain't goin nowhere
  (Ahh, just, ahh, go on home and turn down that music)
  Fuck that we havin fun (Turn, I want the music turned off)
  ain't nobody doin nuttin, ain't nobody doin nuttin (right now!)1: Treach
  From stank booties wit cooties
  the finest head is hoochie's
  Bunta, change your name from Kunta
  Still wouldn't do that shit that you say, who play
  with that hoopla hooray, who say? What? Who try?
  You lie where you try you want ta see your whole damn crew fry
  The moral of the story, niggas handling it
  Crooked cops wanna run us out but we ain't abandoning shit
  Cos we from 1-1-8 wit a slum of crazy
  niggas wit sawn offs, tre-8's, plus nine millimetres WAIT!
  You don't wanna start a riot
  cos they won't jack shit, get quiet til half the fucking force is fired
  Done em boys now dem unemployed
  See them on Orange Street looking ta get broke fiending in dope, looking to
  get corduroy
  boy the son of Tory, a tray hot hole
  She play that model like a throttle to waddle a bottle
  Stop that crooked cop shit is the topic
  We're coming, fuck a summons, so long as Illtown rocks it, you can't stop
  itNow who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
  Just pound the sound don't worry now cos they found Illtown
  Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
  Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now!
  (This is car number 5-0
  We have no control over the situation
  We are now dispersing
  We advise the Mayor be moved immediately
  My God, at least 1500 people are marching straight for City Hall)2: Treach
  To bad if you're agile, knee check fragile, eject, reject
  What's left of your respect? A bag of shit, did you see yet?
  I'll G it like Viet-nam bomb, so be it
  Even freak it from the deepest ta weakest, even beat walkers beat it
  Body breaker from the bricks bank and booty bumper who knew boo
  hoo, scary like voodoo, strictly Illtown and Zoo crew
  The party can't quit it's been plan, bought cop's hunt and man's sport
  They scam sports while Illtown and Newark stand fort
  We don't wrestle and fools don't disrespect us
  They don't want ta get pulled inside-out from their assholes and lassoed
  We just break down and boogie oogie oogie
  A shoutout ta Ski, Steve Pedro, Gutta and Mookie
  We're on a mission to keep pou people hoppin and hippin instead of trippin
  even if the city won't give us permission
  Listen now, party's mo' butter now, better not fuck around and try ta shut
  us down
  We'll find out who run this townNow who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
  Just pound the sound, don't worry cos they found Illtown
  Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
  Just pound the sound, pound the sound! 3: Treach
  The sound, the sound, I found the sound, a pound around
  around a pound of pound of some shit quick ta break it down
  because the boom-ta-bat-boom-boom makes me want to zoom zoom
  in ya poom poom, break fool across the room soon
  as we zoom pass one tellin me chillin's a felony
  Jokers play like poker, now out comes the jealousy
  Apparently I am politically overpowered, they can't touch this
  We'll party no quest', protest show just the slums corruptest
  So pump this, bump this, pump this if you want this
  but funk that, funk them, funk this if they front wit
  that same ol jibber jabber yap flapping groupie crew
  Etcetera etcetera, ya gotta move the same ol woopty woo
  You ain't even gotta fill me in, ya better me kill then
  cos we straight holdin fort like them Indians
  You talk that I'll lock you up for loitering
  You'll hit the border then, then you won't be ploicin you'll be borderinNow who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
  Just pound the sound, don't worry now cos they found Illtown
  Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
  Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now
  Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
  Just pound the sound, don't worry now cos they found Illtown
  Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?

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  Hip-Hop Hooray

  Give it up for Naughty by Nature!
  Hip Hop hooray...
  Ho...Hey...Ho
  Verse 1
  (Vinnie)
  You drew a picture of my morning
  But you couldn't make my day, Hey!
  I'm rockin' and you're yawning
  But you never look my way, Hey!
  I'm lickin down you darlin'
  In every single way, Hey!
  Your funny flow is foreign
  And a green card's on the way!
  (Treach)
  This ain't got shit to do wit shampoo
  But watch your head n shoulder
  Brother older bold enough to fold ya yo I told ya
  A raid afraid of what I made of
  Played a plus funky fit so save ya flips and tricks
  For that music and the monkey bit.
  (Vinnie)
  Triggas from the Grilltown Illtown
  Some ask how it feels now
  The deal is that we're real so we're still around
  Don't lamp wit a freestyle phantom ain't tryin' to be handsome
  Shrinkin' what ya thinkin' cause I'm vampin'
  HOOK 1:
  (Treach)
  I live and die for Hip Hop
  This is Hip Hop of today
  I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray...
  Ho...Hey...Ho
  Verse 2
  (Treach)
  You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground
  Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round, no!
  I wanna know who you're believing, be you're funny reasons
  Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin'
  You said I know you're Mr. O.P.P. man yo PP man won't only see me man
  You should've known when I ain't hit it and step
  That I was wit it a bit not to consider the Rep Heck!
  I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker cause I'm Naughty by Nature
  Not cause I hate cha! (I hate cha!)
  You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart
  And forgot that I forgave when you had a spark.
  You try to act like something really big is missing
  Even though my name's graffiti written on your kitten
  HOOK 2:
  (Treach)
  I love Black women always and disrespect ain't the way
  Let's start a family today Hip Hop hooray...ho...hey!
  Verse 3
  (Treach)
  Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray!
  There's many hungry Hip Hoppers one reason Hip Hop's tip top today
  Swerve what cha heard cause I ain't bailing no hay
  Ain't choppin no crop but still grownin every day!
  (Vinnie)
  Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found
  From the underground town down the hill
  Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns
  Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found
  Don't know me don't come around.
  (Treach)
  Tippy tippy pause
  Tippy tippy pause
  Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up
  Your styles are older than Lou Rawls!
  Peace to this one and that one and them
  That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend
  Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis knew us
  You could have crews wit shoes and can't step to us
  Some kitties purr now call me sir too
  Lookin' for her crew
  Any trick that diss gets a curfew
  I put on projects for boots step through troops and leave proof
  My problem solvers name is Mook!
  I'm hittin' woodys in a hoody
  Peace to Jesette, Jobete, Jo-Jo, Genae, and every hood gee!
  That's right my fight is ill
  Peace next to L.O.N.S. and Quest, Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill
  (HOOK 1)

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  Yoke The Joker

  Yoke the joker
  There are too many overnight MC's but one
  And too many wacked who haven't paid dues
  You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit
  And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminatin' you
  I can snap, rap, pack, click, clack, patter, pat, pat
  Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back
  A fuckin' joker smoker, taunted by no one
  If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun
  Smack the any and all talk, jokers I can't hawk
  And all that shit I hear about me losin' is small talk
  I ain't no punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief
  The reason I called you 'pussy' 'cuz you are what you eat, each
  Look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe
  Don't speak when I am talkin', this is my fuckin' sho-op
  How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while
  You're smilin' backstage doin' mother, ugh, doggystyle
  Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave
  Check out this style that I've
  Soul simulated, sounds from a stocky
  Semi social, never seem sloppy
  See silly slappin' suckers, sorry saps and slouchers
  Straps slammin' stouch, mackin' this mass is savvy
  We see so, so songs and some shots, so
  Snaps steppin' separate, start slowly, go solo
  Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin'
  Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system
  Smoke the joker, three times over
  And owe her, go with the flow or I'm about to yoke a joker
  All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru
  Smile and give your face somethin' the fuck to do
  You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly, wrinkled faced bastard
  Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards
  Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up
  Grab your microphone, battle time shown up
  Any freestyle I see while I prowl
  I dial a new style, tell me about ooh chow
  Another victory, it's mystery
  I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery
  All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he
  Get the things he needs? Remember how blistery?
  You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap
  You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me
  Slicin' your life away, just like I might today
  I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin' shit right away
  I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust
  Take you to a [Incomprehensible] sure you can fly, just jump slut
  You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like
  You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin' water fight
  All luck y'all, look at the props y'all
  So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's
  Swingin' a bolo, your flow goes solo
  I'll smoke ya, it's time to yoke the joker
  The only way you would be gettin' dis jump like a girlie
  Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early
  You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hiphop
  If I see ya disagreein', you'll be gettin' your shit dropped
  It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with
  You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket
  I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high
  Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high
  Never would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat
  "Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat"
  Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day
  Takin' competition's what I do in the worst way
  Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya
  I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya
  The proof is in the footin', my collar ain't wooden
  It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children
  Physically, facially, racially made to be
  Crazily paid or G, what a fuckin' way to be
  Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan
  This smack that then attract the new game plan
  Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test
  Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step
  That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live
  That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give
  Makin' other brothers wanna go home and write shit
  Bite what I might get, then up and say "I quit"
  Me here, got, oh, what a beautiful dawg
  From you ain't in amazin'
  Want some paper plus a pen and tongue can do

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  Pin The Tail On The Donkey

  Oh finally, finally (here we are)
  And for good are the three, follow me (it ain't far)
  Even though if it was, you could make it to the start
  The enemies, do you know who they are? (there they are)
  A devil with the dorags be walkin', now I had it up to there
  Oh yeah, that's the last straw (the nature's back for)
  Better than Disco (R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-round) Uh-Uh-Uh
  Pin the tail on the junkie, find a false flavor
  It's a new day to play with a neighbour
  Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
  By now naugh-ty by nature by me
  They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
  Dump the last of the matinee, 'cos they couldn't stand the damn rain
  The pain's the same, the game remains mine
  I got more hooks than a fish line
  Bite the head off a snake
  Chew up from the first to last break and shoot 'em in the face
  Make way, (move), boy, you detest me! (Huh, huh, huh)
  I seen your last porno flick, it ain't impress me
  Wassup? Cuddle sport, here's a thought
  (The only records that they got, are the records their crew bought)
  Damn real B rock, get fienin, spunky
  Pin the tail on the donkey
  (Bring that beat back)
  Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
  I do more poppin than a blockhead
  Wreck the waxheads, I'm fed
  (Go ahead, you retired tackhead)
  Back to the fact of the track witha new thought
  You couldn't smoke blunts witha match and a Newport
  Here we go, we go, we go again, witha flow we know, we know it's in
  (Def play like Poppa Simpson)
  KayGee's on the slice, can he co-clean?
  Doin' more scratchin than a funk and a dope fiend
  Go knock the blocks off, get your props off
  But don't cop off, cop out, and I'll cuts off
  Another renegade of rap will stop that
  I'm more feared than a Sugar Hill contract
  I'm known for lettin' the ho's go, my demo's all flow
  When cursin' was a no-no, you dodo
  Give it up 'cos I'm hot witha warm hate
  I won't stop, pop, 'til that head is screwed on straight
  I take shorts, and no sorts so take that clone
  The only thing I take is the 8 to the path home
  And I take you all the way to the north stop
  Your style's more foul than a pork chop
  I rock the hip-hop, non-stop tick-tock
  around the big clock, witha spot, tick-tock
  Pin the tail on the jackass, it don't mean jack (chill...)
  to a brother from down the hill
  Back track with a rap that remains funky
  (Hmmm, and it's ugh)
  Back in the day, y'all, I played with playdough
  The dough is real now, but you don't feel how
  Starvin hungry MC gets when
  MC filet mignon is the fixin'
  I'm starvin' up, it's time ta, call them up, yup
  Get 'em and cut 'em up, stuff 'em and cook the duck
  Tough luck, tell 'em to shut up and jet
  And feel the threat of a real life roughneck
  Pin the tail on the donkey
  Check (check), where you (where you), at (at)
  That another best will need a hard vest for this head check)
  (What? There's another, Treach?) That's what I heard, yep
  Three steps from a pit, boom, in his chest
  I never knew a nigga' really wanted to die
  Instead he bit, instead of lookin' me eye-to-eye, then I
  Knew he was truly thru', dumb plus the one
  To meet the mighty one, call a bad one
  I rhyme about what I want to, microphone 1-2
  You're doin like Lasuran then a bomb do
  T.H.E. M.C. O.F. R.A.P. T.O. L.(double O).K.
  A.T. I.N. T.H.E. N.I.N.E. T.I.E., or watch me S.C.
  And I might stop to step to a
  Sexy, fancy, prancy and dancy
  No cosmo stomp, here's the true form
  Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe horn
  Here's a clearer mirror, dear ya
  Lookin' in nearer, cos' I don't fear ya
  Some get too souped to the point
  Where it's still too thick but still lick thru and thru
  Always wanted a guy to come and try
  To get sly and try ta, get by my
  Hideous, treacherous style that's wreckin' it (wreckin' it, wreckin' it...)
  Pin the tail on the donkey (donkey, donkey...)
  What?
  Yo, yo, yo, yo, wassup yo?
  What happened? It's like that?
  We gonna rush you again

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  On The Run

  [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!

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  Respect Due

  (Treach)
  We're on wax and it concerns ya that's make us eternal like a picture
  Ya bitch ya, I'll fix ya, raise a rapture ripped ya scripture
  I'll mac a meal infact until I stack the bills ta rack the skills
  ta get a track ta kill them rap at will, the I is capital
  double L, lower case t-o-w-n
  No trouble, I'll bust your bubble then leave you for ruin
  Such come a dime a dozen, fuck some
  You lost the race by a dick slut's cum cos nuts won
  What fun freaking it frequently, freak wit me, slick ta freak quick
  Your girl's poonany's packed like tha freaknic
  We get redicu-down-diculous and devious, believe me bitch
  Now your fucking soul ain't so mischevious
  Diss who? We're the hip-hop rap pounder founder
  Ricocheting PM to AM, frying freestyle flounders
  big as bouncers
  Ounce ta ounces
  Don't make us check you
  yes you, just know respect due!
  (Vinnie)
  I'm hearin niggas in the game yappin this yappin that
  Talkin Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rap
  but I bet if you put a pen and pad in my hand
  I could write it in your face my friend, put it on tape and then
  give it to my nigga Kay Gee, he produces me
  Pump it thru the Flavor Unit, spread it thru the industry
  The next three weeks my single done peaked on the rap sheets
  Sound's knockin from malls to swapmeets
  And then there's oh mad tours and oh mad whores
  We sign autographs by the G's in the in-stores
  And then there's oh mad sex and ASCAP checks
  So when I, um, plex it, it's me I'm in the beamer or Lexus
  Guess which nigga is next to flex this
  Style that I be rippin's authentic so don't text this
  (Treach)
  You can fool some of the people some of the time but not all of the people
  all of the time
  Some of the rhymes some of the times cos some of the 9's some of em mine
  And bout a brown as Bobby wit a trolley
  to bury Halle, it's chocolate so pardon Dolly as a hobby
  When it comes to harm me ya don't alarm me
  cos I roll wit Double I and Ron G's army
  So that's 235 on a slang bang
  and see Ron wit a nigga for fucking A-Train
  And that's deep like the minds of Minolta
  Deep ditch like the Swedish knits on John Travolta
  If you don't look good we don't look good
  These nuts that soon clear the room
  So boom to the break and break, ah, to the snap
  and snap ta the beat, I'll freak them, bring it back
  So's I had no choice but ta roll wit the flow

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  Radio

  [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 motherfuckin 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 motherfuckers 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 MOTHERFUCK 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-motherfuckin-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 motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)
  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}

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  Ring the Alarm

  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.
  So 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.
  It just ain't yo time yet, and you still claimin' rhyme vet
  Criticize 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
  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.
  So ring the alarm
  Westside 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.
  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 face
  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
  Oh 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
  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.
  So ring the alarm
  Midwest 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.
  Oh Jerry taps some more caps, oh where you goin'
  Reapin' in somebody half six in the mornin'
  Whoo, and they rollin' deep with they gats in they hand
  With they wars canine, and they batterin' rams
  Somebody that got them mad
  Bitch rollin' through my 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 motherfuck you, you 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
  So 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.
  So ring the alarm
  Eastside 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.
  So 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.
  So ring the alarm
  Eastside bring the bitch out the bastards
  Woah yeah
  We get cash in wit bass D.O.A.

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  Rhyme'll Shine On

  1: Treach
  I'ma shine on, time to climb on
  Stun me with R&B; harmony
  So far, first to the O-R
  Hand the bill until paid is a coastguard
  The sonar, sounds that will throw your
  feet, to no more, no tour, show more
  First ability, deeper agility
  No harassment, pass the humility
  A new style blessed with a few styles
  Rhyme'll shine on, I'm on a new prowl
  Clap your hands in the evening
  Come on y'all, say "It's alright" before leavin
  I like a party, overpumped and lovely
  All who flow, show, you think you love me
  Bow in the balcony, say "Owwwwww" for me (Owwwww)
  Now dance, so shall we?
  All night long to a long, good, strong song
  Hug, the rhyme'll shine on much stronger
  A tougher chart buster went tutta
  Summer, been back thru another
  Autumn, I'm callin ya all in
  and fallin off like a soft man stallin
  A party's live and it dies it when I'm gone
  I'm born to see that the rhyme'll shine on
  (*Clap your hands this evening
  Come on ya'll, uhh, say it's alright
  Clap your hands this evening
  Come on y'all, say it's alright*)
  2: Treach
  >From the tongue of a great one, I'm prepared for basin
  Many are waitin, ain't in to tastin
  a song which is on and long but still cock-strong
  Wit an R&B; cross on
  A switch tip, diff'rent from the last hit
  Uniquely Yorky, groovy and graphic
  A new rap? This is more than just that
  When I'm back, you know I'm strapped wit hot tracks
  And in fact, it takes the break to shake that
  hottie of a body, waitin to get snatched
  Put a dip to the hip then come back wit
  some ol' new improved holy
  Lyrics loaded, love now, let a man live
  Dave, put the keys to the crib...
  Aphrodite join the party
  Interlude: Aphrodite
  Driftin on the memories
  Nature's in the place to be wit R&B;
  Heh heh hehhhhhh
  Wait and see, oh well
  And I'm rockin, the rhyme'll shine on thru
  Just for you
  3: Treach
  Straight from the soulful, smoother ruler
  Doin my thing, many and whatever I choose ta
  Involve the self in, many are meltin
  Stop before you start, your little heart ain't helpin
  The situation, knockin the nation
  Hip-hop will pop pop pop the population
  Praise is profits, systems knock it
  Who? But this ain't as smooth as I get
  A 90-man clan, a slam jam, bam stand
  and I can can, play and cram fans
  in any form or fashion, time for the cashin
  Throw em rhythm and rappin
  Half of half of even their half, then half of that half
  I smash when I rap
  Or quick, I stick to a hit like an iron-on

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  Strike A Nerve

  (Strike a nerve)
  Yo bitch, it was some bitch in a seminar
  Talkin' 'bout you, had to get up early to wax this
  (Strike a nerve)
  Them other motherfuckers said, you couldn't even wax that dirty bitch
  So wassup y'all?
  (Strike a nerve)
  I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the fuck up, ho"
  Shit, shaved and bathed a day, then I must go
  Ugh, this is Everyday All Day, let's all say
  Pluckin' enough and roughin' 'em up and fuckin' 'em up always
  Bet, let's talk about a back flash, ya jackass
  That fast you flash witta match, your fast rap
  And even though you didn't know me before the flow solo
  It's no slow way to go, bolos I throw or sold
  Let's pick a bitch to pick with peekaboo
  I see you through your crew, now whatchu wanna do?
  After that, caps off to the black frost
  My pants always sag 'cause I rap my ass off
  You wanna talk about a badboy 'Sanchoi'
  I'm bad as they come, chum, and nasty like [Incomprehensible]
  To Vin Rock and KayGee, I'm the baby
  Droppin' the ladies, cravin' ya maybe, I have the right to be lazy
  Got more stretch to my swing and the stretch of a chicken wing
  The flavor is bacon and it's cravin', is ice cream
  I'm too trucked to be fucked and too live, otherwise
  Ya drive by's smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed
  Runnin' and comin', drama starin' wit a stellar
  I need so many lumps, I'll use your head as a braille book
  Many friends ships ink, quick, fast
  It'll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your little tired ass
  You tried to swing this way, you little swifty
  Ha, ha, ha, slum bitches still miss me
  I do the dumpin', humpin', clappin' like thunder
  And that's comin' from a land down under
  Yo, I'm sick of dis shit, man
  Niggas tryin' to cut, they rocks none
  (Strike a nerve)
  Yo, they tryin' to make us drop
  Vin Rock sayin' he don't rock enough
  Yo, kick that shit
  Prepare for the worst 'cause I ain't livin' lose
  I wouldn't just give a fuck 'cause givin' is free and my fuck's cost
  [Incomprehensible] your loss in The Source 'cause I know no way
  I been there before, maybe 5-6 times a day
  Sometimes I put my hands on my head when I'm done, from
  And wondered to myself where did dat def shit come from?
  And then I think about the Naughty and the Nature in it
  And then the Flavor, then the figures, while I'm flowin' wit it
  So I won't give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten
  You can't touch this, fuck what them throats written
  I got tracks, better known as snaps, far forbidden
  And the warm do, I know, I know how to make ya feel it
  I'll take a head, I'll make ya spread and now lay back
  I tell you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie don't play that
  So don't start, there will be none is the lesson, folks
  I hate cigarettes but my Smith-N-Wessun smokes
  From anywhere, from any corner, anytime that's right
  Who you bashin'? I go blast in broad daylight
  You stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your figure's soft
  I got nuff props from buckshots that niggas caught
  Ya say you can't go to the takin' me out close
  Huh, in that case, you shoulda named your album 'Almost'
  I wouldn't rely on the try if I was you, yo
  'Cause I'm turnin' tries into 'Oh, oh's' and 'Hell no's'
  I wouldn't be caught dead witchu up in tryin' it
  And if I was goin', I get my stiff ass up and rip shit
  I can't go out like a wooden sock with padlocks
  I'll leave tacks tiny and slimy like snot spots
  I write a day, to me it's a common caper
  Say so much shit, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet paper
  Yeah, Vin Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature, y'knowI'msayin'?
  (Strike a nerve)
  That's right, so everybody sleepin' on the up, stay off of my dick
  (Strike a nerve)
  We're gonna stomp this time around, word up
  (Strike a nerve)
  Look who's mother's in the studio, thirty sons and daughters
  Mrs. Happy Thing is in the back, catchin' quarters
  Come and try to run wit it, never in a lifetime
  Thirty [Incomprehensible] could act at Caesar's, still I bet I get mine
  I heard your girl's havin' a baby, now will what she have?
  A bag of dope, a bottle or crack or a sess bag
  There ain't a part of me with 'Sorry' written on it, slick
  You couldn't rock a crooked cradle, you fuckin' prick
  The way I rock could shit, you just often like it
  My style's so fat, I had to throw it on a water diet
  Bullshit, ya not, I ain't the type to be fuckin' with
  Wreckin' with and if I mic attest it, I'll be neckin' it
  Onslaught at an encore, you stinkin' rat
  You're so dumb, you tried to buy a fuckin' thinkin' cap
  Now that tells us in a sec, right where your head is at
  In between some bitch's legs, lookin' ass and lap
  My name is Treach, remember this and don't you ever 'fess
  That's a shame, I get two minutes just to say, "Next"
  Fuck, who follows you, you and them could help each other
  I treat you both like any other motherfuckin' runner
  This is the Flavor, tasty although sugar-free
  So have a Coke, have a smile and have a booger, G
  Why? 'Cause you don't mean shit to me
  I'ma take you [Incomprehensible] where good shit's meant to be
  I rock a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track
  Droppin' more shit than white castles and neck slacks
  A studio to me is just a chance to rock, G
  I rock and rock, goddamn, call me VinRocky
  It's just what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
  I say one thing and your whole crew's walkin' out
  So do the lyric here, this is one lyric less
  If I were you, I'd take and throw 'em on his fuckin' neck
  Something that flow should come straight from the horse's mouth
  Mr. Ed's dead, so his ass is the best way out
  Shit, man for hire, this hitman is the law
  I run more tracks than a San Francisco trolley car
  Prepare for the winter, oh, yeah
  I could write your fuckin' album and you'll soon be the last one there
  I start to heat up and rip shit in one, see
  You couldn't get it hard, if the eyes were on Broad Street
  So don't you ever never tell me, I'm not good enough
  I got more stuff than a teddy bear, from ass to gut
  This is a solid, you could never outlast

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  Slang Bang

  Hup, yeah, guess who's back?
  Hup, hup, Naughty By Nature's in the house, guess who's back?
  Settin' off the 19Naughty4/Naughty5 flavor, guess who's back?
  Word up, this is how we do things, guess who's back? Uh
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  Get up, get up but don't push me
  'Cos I ain't mooshy mooshy, you can't mash me
  You chocolate bastard with your smile, your face looks ashy
  Sendin' detrip witta free trip to blast out outer
  See this, 'cos I'm that nigga that'll leave you ass out like G-strings
  Meanin' I'm fienin', your heart trips when it stay at work
  So fuck, fear you fear, fuck, one jerk I'll make your head hurt
  The punani, they're making pairs perk, who'll dare flirt
  I get kitty's from your city, just near where your man's work
  I be on that ass like ol' mole, turnin' your whole show slow-mo
  'Cos you're too good to corroso
  I'm on and off so you know my shit ain't partial
  Pardon me, packin' arsenals, takin' knees and nostrils
  Our style is savagery, you try to be the badder G
  You ain't even the man, you just the filling, where's the cavity?
  Father be grabbin' it, gravity, have the gravity grabbin'
  Actually after we nigga naturally have to meet
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  One check to the chin and you'll be bust quicker than liquor
  Aw shit, pop her chain and lock her rock, a city slicker
  Slick a rhyme, kick or vick her, knock her without a popper
  I take the cake, took the chain but left the lock up
  Love me or leave me, hate me or like me
  Might be gettin' feisty, fuck yeah I'm sheisty
  Shit yeah, I fit there, [unverified] your shit wear
  You're a trick until you niggered me a bitch without liquid
  Some thank me for puttin' the hanky in panky
  Slappin' stanky like lightning, stickin' Yankees like Benjamin Franky
  Fuck buyin' kitty cases and city lights
  Just give my loot, get your licks and get all the high titties right
  But then, I'm into what you bitches is sayin'
  So I wasn't really feelin' on her ass, I was just massagin' her brain
  The objects that I learned from the projects
  Try Treach I bet, and get your throat choked like my necks
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  My mind thinks right, [unverified] pick snipes
  Don't pluck, I'll fuck your finger
  At any [unverified] prejudice Presley [unverified]
  Now I got more snipes than Wesley
  Test me, touch me and lay next to the rest of the best
  The rusty monks or [unverified] who tried to fuck me
  But see this is where I boom and zoom
  Just drive a line like a cartoonist on some soon shit
  Adidas couldn't read us so they freed us
  Then we tried Reebok from a cheater, succeeded then got weeded
  Oh Anna, rip of some grandma's, no my Grandma from Santa Ana
  To Atlanta where cops ain't a-feared and niggas wear 'dannas
  Now tell ya lady that I'm crazy when I'm summin'
  There's a party and I'm out and guess who's comin'
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  Hup, hup, yeah niggas
  It's all about a slang bang doin' this shit lyrically on wax
  And gettin' paid for it
  Word up, we don't care where you're from
  Everybody can get down with the slang bang
  We doin' rhyme-bys on record

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  Thankx For Sleepwalkingshow lyrics

  Thankx For Sleepwalking

  Ohh yeah
  Naughty By Nature in the house, stompin', word 'em up
  You got mack daddy right here in the middle
  Got the baby faced, one little G in the house
  Yeah, this is Vin Rock in the place, Kaygee layin' back wit his feet up
  Yeah, yo okay, it's been a long and tedious road, man
  Takin' care of all this record business, yo, word 'em up
  A lot of sleepin' a whole bunch of sleepin', yo, by the way
  We got some Naughty By Nature pajamas and pillows comin' out
  For everybody who slept around the way on the projects
  Hear what 'em sayin', V? Word 'em up
  Bring your motherfuckin' ass on up, word 'em up word up
  Know what I'm sayin', Mark? 45 kis
  I got more damn time than I got money, honey
  So if you're a gold digger, nigga please, that joke was funny
  And for that diss comin' from you in particular, shoot
  You better kill it, for a scab that isn't no ways nears cute
  You say I diss you hard after I did you fine, it ain't my fault
  It's just your face that's mighty different in the daytime
  See I'm the type to meet a girl and call her bluff
  They say I'll keep you if you're sweeter than my other stuff
  Not like a pimp or like a pope, 'cos I know who's to wail
  They watch the clock, then rock and do your crew while you're in jail
  Well I'm a little bit of or should I say a lot past that
  So take your saggy boob and bib rap to some other cat
  Gimme this and gimme that, I give that ass a smack
  You wanna get a richer life, you better get a mack
  So he can work ya like the trick you really are, ya stunt
  I'm hittin' the back door when I come 'cos you're a fuckin' front
  You disappointed me, I had many plans in store
  I didn't know that I was in for, a project whore or
  A money-grabbin' dragon wit no future plans
  Pickin' a newer coat or car, you need a newer man
  'Cos I ain't livin' to be givin' out what I done save
  You wanna live in a condo, better find a cave
  If we went half on the rent or if ya had a job
  Then I could think about it before I say oh naw
  Hell, no is all I think about when I see you
  Damn real is how I feel when I be comin' through
  Wit what is what you ask, I come through in the end
  How's that? 'Cos when I drop one, I call her friends
  Bravo, damn real, oh yes is what comes next
  You gotta get up mighty early to twirl the Treach
  I diss you, you'll be strugglin' and you say I want you, sir
  If ya front, if ya stunt, I might want her
  Word 'em up, damn, he just rip that shit
  Ooh, can I get? Hold your breath, will you die? Not the Treach
  I want those, never that, gimme this, put it back
  But you smooth, very nice, ain't it def? Not that bright
  Check you shoes so, there's two, down on sound, so are you
  Yes indeedy, I get greedy when it comes to dough
  'Cos then I'm eedy with the heebie-jeebies when I'm broke
  And I don't so don't wanna roll a brother any long
  So I just try and on and on over time alone
  Yeah, I spend in twos infuse, baby, you won't last
  You'll be runnin' so fast, your feet'll be kickin' your own ass
  Your every ride is somethin' makes you just say
  'Cos she drivin' his car more than he does any room
  Ya call me dual lock, it is true, I say now hey hey there
  Call us some black shit, pop a click, I say you're halfway there
  If ya wanna movie or dinner, I say oh, here
  You wanna trip or a cruise, ya bitch, I mean, no dear
  You'll be alright though, you'll find the right bro
  Hell have the right ho, then y'all a go broke
  But anyway, for any day, I'm dissin' any trick
  That's tryin' to flick my bit 'cos I ain't havin' it

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  Sunshine

  Honey, um, yes, um
  Take me to the crib and get naughty, um
  Honey, um, yes, um
  Take me to the crib and get naughty, um
  Are those bullets in ya bra or are your nipples glad to see me?
  Been wishin' since I'm three now I'm finally seeing a genie
  Open that kitty, pretty, let me write it in graffiti
  Ya name sunshine, baby
  Been known by the glow in your panties, sweetie
  Your poonany is screaming, "Feed me" so please me, uh
  Free me, don't tease me, touch your toes
  And kiss your knees, ease up in it
  Not minutes try sections of half 'n' hours
  We'll be on every end of your house like it was ours
  And you ain't gotta suggest respect sunshine, can't get less
  I'll affect every part that your man neglects
  I've been observing how your curving
  Campaigning for a serving now see, I got that pretty kitty purring
  Honey, um, yes, um
  Take me to the crib and get naughty, um
  Honey, um, yes, um
  Take me to the crib and get naughty, um
  One time with the sunshine
  Sunshine, one time with the sun
  One time with the sunshine
  Sunshine, one time in the city
  Are you in the easy cat or kitty category? What's the story?
  You got two pairs of lips which shall I pick to make you wiggle for me?
  Adore me, don't let that cat catch your tongue
  One time with sunshine and that snatch could catch you strung
  Don't wanna wish to hear you sing, wanna know I heard ya sung
  Here's one free vote for C notes and loose tongues
  I'm here, you knock 'em off but you start with your boots on
  A party with the body, Lordy, where only two comes
  And the truth is smoked boots is the proof
  Once tight socks stretched loose and condoms on the roof
  Hittin' steep and ain't complete till
  The kitten sleeps between the sheets
  Now our naughty emblem is written deep
  Honey, um, yes, um
  Take me to the crib and get naughty, um
  Honey, um, yes, um
  Take me to the crib and get naughty, um
  One time with the sunshine
  Sunshine, one time with the sun
  One time with the sunshine
  Lady, I crazy and underrated, can't be test of faded
  Blowing up the spot like that ass just detonated
  Spouting out sperm, not spaded out, with my worm I waited
  The hotty hair was knotty, a perm and she mighta made it
  Plus she had a shitty attitude so no alarm
  On a scale o' one ta damn she was a yawn
  Darn, with most it ain't no speaking after freaking a number one
  More weekend in between meetings
  But sunshine was pretty as Puerto Ricans
  So that thought went down with the sunset
  Now you wanna know how naughty can one get
  Get strapped up like the Mad Hatter
  Lips between hips like Mick Jagger's
  Do some cabin stabbin' like a dagger
  Just cool, let's wet up the pool and rub-a-dub
  Trade your dud for a stud, bustin' more than suds in a tub
  So I love it when ya let it get it
  Get thirsty like a dry reservoir, never sore when I wet it
  Say pathetic but I say sunshine is super
  Put that poonany on the roof
  And that shine might wake the roosters
  So I'm through till I scoop her
  One time with the sunshine
  Here kitty, kitty, kitty

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  Naughty Nationshow lyrics

  Naughty Nation

  Naughty bring back that, kill them bring back that
  Naughty bring back that, kill them bring back that
  It’s the rap master, last passer, the ass smacker
  Your ass backwards, we call you dass
  Rappers flashing, cast actor, flash actor
  Passport picture, you can call me the last
  They can’t know me, can’t hold me, chicks
  After she dance, I lift her like a tramp
  The shit, but on the track flies, I’m that fly
  your … cats
  Back supported… recorded
  Got the lotto model, pay me every swallow follow
  I’m your leader beater, that make them swallow hallows
  Bout this, bout that, I’m bout… how’s that for a mouse trap
  Get your … keep them dancing, act like you know naughty got
  Come on, get it, …we bad boy,
  Once again it’s all in your ass boy
  We keep below the surface popping ass boy, that’s what you lack boy
  Come on, get it, …we bad boy,
  Once again it’s all in your ass boy
  We keep below the surface popping ass boy, that’s what you lack boy
  shit, your pussy, I see your ball prints
  Thank for the scores, we balling along his office
  with a bigger swagger
  Ferrari shipper, every part of
  We do things nigger
  Yeah, child… but i bang on your forehead
  And I ain’t talking headstyle…them niggers spitting venom
  Spitting saliva…now come on get it
  Come on, get it, …we bad boy,
  Once again it’s all in your ass boy
  We keep below the surface popping ass boy, that’s what you lack boy
  Come on, get it, …we bad boy,
  Once again it’s all in your ass boy
  We keep below the surface popping ass boy, that’s what you lack boy
  come on get it critic… here’s my ass, you can call it, kiss it, get it
  got a nasty flow, watch platinum glow
  I admire the try, … so you can go fire the choir
  Naughty bring back that, kill them bring back that
  Naughty bring back that, kill them bring back that
  Come on, get it, …we bad boy,
  Once again it’s all in your ass boy
  We keep below the surface popping ass boy, that’s what you lack boy
  Come on, get it, …we bad boy,
  Once again it’s all in your ass boy

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  Flags (feat. Balewa Muhammad)show lyrics

  Flags (feat. Balewa Muhammad)

  [feat. Bilal & Jaihem]
  Chorus:
  Mama don't cry for me,
  Papa don't feel bad,
  cold on the street better gotta keep my bang to the bang back.
  But I got my hood, my city, my brothers, (my) family.
  that's all I have yeaaah. Ohhh.
  father if you still listen, we hope our friends make it up to heaven, and if we fall, then we forgotten, don't let our little brothers grow up like we did.
  Verse/intro.
  Let them grow up and get a job, don't let them grow up behind bars, tryna' be hard, oh father can you...

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  Poverty's Paradise

  Hup, yeah, guess who's back?
  Hup, hup, Naughty By Nature's in the house, guess who's back?
  Settin' off the 19Naughty4/Naughty5 flavor, guess who's back?
  Word up, this is how we do things, guess who's back? Uh
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  Hup
  Get up, get up but don't push me
  'Cos I ain't mooshy mooshy, you can't mash me
  You chocolate bastard with your smile, your face looks ashy
  Sendin' detrip witta free trip to blast out outer
  See this, 'cos I'm that nigga that'll leave you ass out like G-strings
  Meanin' I'm fienin', your heart trips when it stay at work
  So fuck, fear you fear, fuck, one jerk I'll make your head hurt
  The punani, they're making pairs perk, who'll dare flirt
  I get kitty's from your city, just near where your man's work
  I be on that ass like ol' mole, turnin' your whole show slow-mo
  'Cos you're too good to corroso
  I'm on and off so you know my shit ain't partial
  Pardon me, packin' arsenals, takin' knees and nostrils
  Our style is savagery, you try to be the badder G
  You ain't even the man, you just the filling, where's the cavity?
  Father be grabbin' it, gravity, have the gravity grabbin'
  Actually after we nigga naturally have to meet
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  One check to the chin and you'll be bust quicker than liquor
  Aw shit, pop her chain and lock her rock, a city slicker
  Slick a rhyme, kick or vick her, knock her without a popper
  I take the cake, took the chain but left the lock up
  Love me or leave me, hate me or like me
  Might be gettin' feisty, fuck yeah I'm sheisty
  Shit yeah, I fit there, [unverified] your shit wear
  You're a trick until you niggered me a bitch without liquid
  Some thank me for puttin' the hanky in panky
  Slappin' stanky like lightning, stickin' Yankees like Benjamin Franky
  Fuck buyin' kitty cases and city lights
  Just give my loot, get your licks and get all the high titties right
  But then, I'm into what you bitches is sayin'
  So I wasn't really feelin' on her ass, I was just massagin' her brain
  The objects that I learned from the projects
  Try Treach I bet, and get your throat choked like my necks
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  My mind thinks right, [unverified] pick snipes
  Don't pluck, I'll fuck your finger
  At any [unverified] prejudice Presley [unverified]
  Now I got more snipes than Wesley
  Test me, touch me and lay next to the rest of the best
  The rusty monks or [unverified] who tried to fuck me
  But see this is where I boom and zoom
  Just drive a line like a cartoonist on some soon shit
  Adidas couldn't read us so they freed us
  Then we tried Reebok from a cheater, succeeded then got weeded
  Oh Anna, rip of some grandma's, no my Grandma from Santa Ana
  To Atlanta where cops ain't a-feared and niggas wear 'dannas
  Now tell ya lady that I'm crazy when I'm summin'
  There's a party and I'm out and guess who's comin'
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  'Cos it's a slang bang thang
  Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
  Hup, hup, yeah niggas
  It's all about a slang bang doin' this shit lyrically on wax
  And gettin' paid for it
  Word up, we don't care where you're from
  Everybody can get down with the slang bang
  We doin' rhyme-bys on record
  Ha ha ha ha, woo wee

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  19 Naughty IIIshow lyrics

  19 Naughty III

  Mic check 1, 2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
  And your rhyme better be fat or you might have to fight
  Yeah, there's no escape from the terror dome
  You know I'm nice when I'm bustin' fat rhymes on the metronome
  MC's never pass the mic to the Foxxx, 'cause
  Once I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has was
  I beat you down on stage and when the battle's over
  You'll be leaving your show in a hearse nova
  I'm flippin' the X's three times and I'm back again
  See, on my way down stage they had me strapped in
  But once I hit New York and they loosened the chains
  I went and bought me a tec, now I'm wild, insane
  I'm on a hunt for a rapper who wanna turn singer
  I got my beat 'em down bat and a itchy finger
  So if you're nice with the mic and you wanna flip
  I'm the rap bounty hunter and it's time to get yo ass whipped
  Yeah, I'm comin' from the streets, pop
  And please fight back, so you can get dropped
  It's time to see who's nice and who can really rap
  I smack the taste out your mouth, you wanna be a mack
  I'm not tryin' to shake the water and wake the gator
  But I'ma pass the mic like a hot potato
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  You fly high, I heard your tape then flipped
  The next side lookin' for the def side
  You couldn't be alright if I erased your left side
  Who's wet dried when Treach tried, next died
  I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so step side
  Any dull raps get the skull caps pulled back full breeze
  Blastin' your ass back at full speed, hoes in flow, you know, bimbo
  And won't stop prayin' and playin' until I'm layin' up in fo'
  Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
  I got a solid hip below the belt to make your nuts not grow
  Here's to all crews that been wack
  I got a thinkin' cap with raps I attached with a chin strap
  Flash past your girl who's def in the flesh
  Yes, you can't believe that she said, "Treach"
  The wicked a wicked a wully bully, bad and fully and surely bad
  Ready and Willy gettin' [Incomprehensible] glad
  Dissed in Hell and fell in fire
  I attack your back, force you to retire with a wet wire
  Give you the whip appeal like Toby, listen, oldie but Goldie
  Take the dough from all who owe me
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  If a rapper disrespect me I smack him in his mouth
  I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat, boom, then I knock him out
  I keep heat and keep the clips in my sock
  When my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the block
  Yeah, Freddie Foxxx on a rampage
  Every time I touch the mic the police is standin' front stage
  'Cause I been labeled as a troublemaker
  I send my baddest girl to your house to play the heart breaker
  She'll lay you down and put hickeys on your chest
  Then turn around and blast you with a 33 shot tec
  You couldn't rap, you was wack from the get-go
  So you got bumped off by my head hoe
  Called by the militant mack, my mentality is jail
  Long as I'm strapped I can't fail
  Check this, I take the bass and I bust you in the eye with it
  A piece of steel with a screen on top, I'm gettin' fly with it
  I'm bringin' suckers to the street again
  'Cause them same broke-ass niggas ridin' on my meat again
  Mr. microphone flipped the beat again
  Suckers got caught with the rhyme, felt the heat again
  I'm breakin' it down, lettin' you know I'm never lettin' go
  I beat your brother down, punk, just to let you know
  This is hip-hop, gee, not 'hit pop'
  You mess around with the beats, get your boots knocked
  I'ma slide, I'm in her when I see you suckers later
  As I pass the mic like a hot potato
  Shrimps attempt to get pimped when playin' pimp, why?
  Sleepin' with a limp eye, pass the hot potato
  Treach done [Incomprehensible] chop to French Fries
  Mad as a murder vet, man, it'll hurt a set
  Well, to hell with you and your fat-O with the gurtle neck
  So ol' gold digger, dig some dirt, there you have it
  Want ring or a marriage, go get the carrot from a rabbit
  Before I stab him for his lucky foot
  Hit him with a puffy hook, hit the hare, now look how lucky looks
  I'm not a chip on your shoulder, I'm a boulder on a path
  Left a gash, you catch a headache in your ass
  Class I'm disrespectin', I won't see you trippin', clown
  When I do, you be trippin', slippin' and fallin' down
  All's left to call cops when I smack you with a leather wig
  And make you suckers suede bald spots
  Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I chuckle
  You couldn't knock boots with a muthafuckin' knuckle
  It's on, what's more, talk and get a boo-boo from your jaw
  It's easy as 1, 2, 3, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
  That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, word up, 4 potatoes, 4 verses
  Some hard rough stuff for all those hungry MC's out there
  You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah baby, nothin' commercial about this
  The militant mack in the house and I got a right hand
  For all that try to stand in my face and front
  Believe that and I'm comin' straight from the streets, word up

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  Nineteen Naughty Nine Nature's Furyshow lyrics

  Nineteen Naughty Nine Nature's Fury

  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now
  Well here's a shout out to all those who think that we slipped
  Doin' 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
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now
  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' shaky, all fakey, all quiet
  Ah, forget about it when the feud's on
  Now wha-wha, what put 'em up that's what the party get
  I bartend on some naughty shit and no play that shorty shit
  We hittin' and kickin' like this shit
  Shakin' like you know chicken like pick, pick, pick pickin' the town
  Dickin' em down, pickin' a hoe, give 'em a show, the rigamarole
  So, if you ever go report, you seen my tribe
  I best to pray you got nine lives because your goddamn eyes lied
  [Incomprehensible]
  That's 25 lines motherfucker you on my side
  What you gonna do, when a dude talkin' all the drunk talk
  At least you'll die high
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now
  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 fuss, 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 next to me, it's that nigga uncle Vinnie
  What with K Boogie on the break release
  The beat don't cease till we double fuckin' platinum apiece
  Hands touched
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now

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  Anthem, Inc.show lyrics

  Anthem, Inc.

  Hook:
  Party is a perfect party, party famous party ..hood
  Party hard with the party papers
  Diamonds and pearls it's a world of girls
  We love the girls all over the world.
  Party is a perfect party, party famous party ..hood
  Party hard with the party papers
  Diamonds and pearls it's a world of girls
  We love the girls all over the world.
  .. everybody ..trap .. jumping wild
  everybody's braging with enough come get the .. to i see my T shirts
  It takes you .. watch let me touch you on Twitter perfect
  My selections confess
  Hook:
  Party is a perfect party, party famous party ..hood
  Party hard with the party papers
  Diamonds and pearls it's a world of girls
  We love the girls all over the world.
  Party is a perfect party, party famous party ..hood
  Party hard with the party papers
  Diamonds and pearls it's a world of girls
  We love the girls all over the world.
  ..to the perfect party and cool stripping smelling options and cush cush
  ..you should take it break it
  Sexy mama sexy mama getting brain like
  I work it skirt
  I saw the perfect ..tight light politicians
  ..love when you ..
  [Hook:]
  You know one hundred and i near it to you
  ..and you make my way
  You're my Mona Lisa as and sex toy ..
  I'm with that ..
  Light it up ..
  Go smack it .. don't be ..
  Let's i don't smoke the ..
  If you understand the ..
  [Hook:]

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  Flags - EPshow lyrics

  Flags - EP

  [feat. Bilal & Jaihem]
  Chorus:
  Mama don't cry for me,
  Papa don't feel bad,
  cold on the street better gotta keep my bang to the bang back.
  But I got my hood, my city, my brothers, (my) family.
  that's all I have yeaaah. Ohhh.
  father if you still listen, we hope our friends make it up to heaven, and if we fall, then we forgotten, don't let our little brothers grow up like we did.
  Verse/intro.
  Let them grow up and get a job, don't let them grow up behind bars, tryna' be hard, oh father can you...
  (Rest) will come)

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  Clap Yo Handsshow lyrics

  Clap Yo Hands

  Coming out the alleyways of Illtown
  Producer extraordinaire Kaygee
  Followed by the backbone, VinRock
  And the last to fall onto this planet: Me
  Falling through the earth with a burst first for ya
  Clapping ya hands now we must say errah!
  For sure, but I am still thirsty, oh meercy!
  It's worse see, come firs see, oh curse me! It's Jersey!
  Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in
  Broader than Broad Street backed by Mac 10's
  No lights skip the cameras we haul action in.
  Its Naughty plannin' an orgy, already back again.
  Kay's trackin' this so clicks clap to this as we rap to this
  Hoochies pop their coochies and slap their hips
  Even when in Texas with no gear troopin'
  That's when I find the baddest broads in Houston boostin'
  Breakdown feel the party
  Put your hands together everybody
  All the ladies in the house I call the honies first
  Cause it's pure and ya sure, sure ta get your money's worth
  So just...
  CHORUS
  Clap Your Hands This Evening, Come On Y'all Say It's Alright [4X]
  Clap Yo Hands
  To all my people on the left, "Clap To This"
  To all my people on the right, "Clap To This"
  To all my people on the top, "Clap To This"
  And in the front don't stop, "Clap To This"
  And to those other mc's: Naughty By Nature fall? Nigga please!
  We just took the time to form three companies
  Now the whole industry
  Awaits the new recital
  I'll take your favorite idol I'll crumple up their title
  In their face cause I'm fed up with that same ol' crap
  Lack of developing your crew that's why your stage show's wack!
  So let the sleeping and assuming and the B.S. stop
  Because, Naughty is to live and die for Hip Hop and I'm VinRock.
  I'm holdin' down the fort around my block
  I reign in this game jackin'other people's props
  Many crews only stress me
  Petty fools try to test me
  Very few impress me, bless me
  I sneeze upon the wack
  No one but us could do it like that to me the rest's considered scrap
  Fact: Naughty niggas will never be defeated
  Come and try word God, word to life, I put that on the double I.
  CHORUS
  Clap Your Hands This Evening. Come On Y'all Say It's Alright [2X]
  Clap Yo Hands
  According to the calculations from the slums it's hittin'.
  Hey! Kay makes tracks all funky like raw chittlins
  Styles are splitin' think I'm kiddin'? well nigga listen
  Clap long and steady til your palm's sore & sweaty
  Started cutting more than petty confetty
  Right after I said bye bye to Ali Ba Ba the punany papa's machete
  hope ya ready, but if you're not, guard ya knot,
  Grill, nose opposed to blows that's all the same spot
  Still chill I rock real and raw like a brawl's a small fight
  Shorty taking tall mics so practice saying alright
  ah-ight? - the party is tight
  Pass the ball all in the back head towards the front cause the wall
  won't fall
  I might make moves and motions
  Start a crammed commotion
  Make kitties and titties in the city glow like lotion
  Remember freestyles where freebies
  systems still sound like CB's, leat tracks leave them wheaties
  I'm greedy, can't see me
  Wit bifoc's I fry then fly folks with high hopes
  Watch my smoke now why choke
  Sly stroke get by nope now negro
  You were, dead-ass wrong
  Head too strong
  Now here's your zero
  We can get deep like way down
  Hi lobsters, seaweed, sand, sunk ships and missing mobsters
  Hip-hoppers know hard, guess who's back again
  That Naughty click clan to make you clap your hands!
  CHORUS
  Clap Your Hands This Evening, Come On Y'all Say It's Alright [4X]
  Clap Yo Hands
  To all my people on the left, "Clap To This"
  To all my people on the right, "Clap To This"
  To all my people on the top, "Clap To This"

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  Connectionsshow lyrics

  Connections

  Fuck the toughest I'm dangerous it's rowdy
  Motherfuckers are up and outty the roughest sucker plucker
  Since they found me
  Openin' up a can of clash clicks six-packs of ass whips
  Pints and fifths of asses, burnt to ashes
  You've been spined, twisted
  Blistered and spun up in and lifted
  Shit boy ya free paper bum, it's called I got connections
  Like Poonanny to erections
  I saw selected sets son for my selection stretchin' sections
  Etchin' and sketchin' to revive, reset and then set inspections
  For the wet ones to the next ones, yes one, step son and get one
  Comin' from behind is the line yours for a nine war
  Walk nigga mind yours of crime wars will find yours
  The hot one will spot one, shock one and stop one
  Crews will conquer as tough as Tonka
  Now I got one
  I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh
  I got connections, I get that ass stuck like glue
  I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh
  I got connections, I get that ass stuck like glue
  State of shock, it's a greater plot that made us stop
  The thunder from with under will make the whole of cradle rock, hah
  Ken Boogie just hit me on the horn in California
  Born in Fort July Fourth you're sworn to bangin' and warrin'
  Road Dawgs you assume right first draft kick
  Practic tactics of a great Western-type saloon fight
  Caution courage what I bring when I approach this
  Punks stays focused, notice devotions
  And commotion's of cruddy's corrosive
  Top gun and explosive motion East Coastin' deep
  Throughout notions of all the shops I'm closin'
  Aiyyo, I play emcees like this
  I look 'em in the eye I know he's tense
  And I break him like a bitch so I know there's no defense
  So at night when I creep, only want 'em, while he's awake not asleep
  By the way all I seek all I keep, so don't sleep
  Nigga what's the realest?
  Rap pillars got the power to blow up spots
  From here to the Watts Tower
  Niggas can feel us, do you wanna deal us?
  It be the illest in Naughty it takes a fool to learn that
  Love don't love nobody
  My department be collections remember that
  Love Child got connections ain't no motherfuckin' question
  I'm deep with a vicious vendetta
  Silence prospectors, objectors to my lectures
  Constructed as architecture
  Expressions of terror shakin' cold fingers of fear careers I spear
  Prepare for a year full of nightmares
  Get 'em back and don't come near me
  When appraochin' me come sincerely I don't fear the
  Others that don't like that I stack papers, yearly
  Merely mentioned men they don't come steppin' to Vin
  Anywhere I go, everywhere I flow
  I'm bringin' it back home to my twins and I got friends
  And friends don't let their friends drive drunk
  So I suggest you grab your friends before I go and pop my trunk
  And best believe I come correct so yo, what you wanna do?
  I got connections, I get that ass stuck like glue
  Aiyyo, what up nigga? I here you the man now yo
  (Yo whattup my nigga, you know I ain't the man)
  (But I got connections right for you what you need?)
  Yeah, yeah, yo, yo check this out
  I need you to handle a little something for me
  Though on the real though
  (You know I might not, can't slip and do that right now)
  (But I got somebody to come through)
  Nah, nah, nah, yo, yo, I need you to take care of it man
  (Yo, I put this on everything I love, man, it's real sneaky, sister hood)
  Females sneak up in here and come through
  (Yeah)
  235 degrees and the mics about to be freezin'
  Emcee season on those who treason
  I'm droppin' drinks like a pint of cool breeze, then
  Intoxication, a million copies in circulation
  Just a small indication to let you know Kandi Kain
  Equals no intimidation on this naughty demonstration
  Eighteen plus a hundred niggas that I run with
  On that one shit keepin' you outnumbered
  Collidin' with perfection, every direction can't pay enough protection

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  1-2-3show lyrics

  1-2-3

  Intro/Chorus: (x6)
  1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
  1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
  Verse 1: Lakim Shabazz
  ???? rappers are full of this, since I'm a Don I'm pullin out a hit
  cos I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit
  Flavor Unit, it's time to attack the prey
  So make way for hip-hop's green beret
  Bring on the refills, you see we feel
  the name of the brain game is kill or be killed
  I'm an expert, who will be the next jerk to try?
  Let me explain you got 8 million ways to die
  We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore
  Have that ass lookin just like *?this boo-boo?* slipped the door
  Known to kill, dunk skills, e-rupt
  You ask why? My reply is 'I don't give a fuck!'
  I'm a Panther, I love fresh meat
  After I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across 110th Street
  My tactics are drastic and real fast
  I tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass
  I'm more than a threat, I'm a problem
  To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem
  So don't whisper or make a sound or croak
  Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat
  Everyday all day this be the hard way
  Puttin rappers outta commission even on an off-day
  Flavor Unit rules G, we're takin rappers out
  1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
  Chorus (x3)
  Verse 2: Apache
  Here comes trouble and it's all that, in fact contact
  You're next of kin, friend, follow the flow format
  While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised
  Ask me if I give a fuck cos I ain't got shit to lose
  Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up
  You beatnit, wait a minute, hold the fuck up
  If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, blame
  handicapped, crippled and ";pussy"; was my middle name
  you couldn't beat me slick, snap that neck like a Chico stick
  I know who beat'cha quick (who?), my grip
  *?Failin this?* to some type of tournament
  I cut ya fuckin head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament
  Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best
  He's with the 40-below footprint on his chest
  Fucked up, got stuck, go press your luck
  Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck
  Head found in the bar of a limosuine
  The rest of his body at a dove site in Queens
  Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin
  Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon
  I told you I'm out to stalk,
  Last nigga tried me, died G, felt my tomahawk
  Apache, that's me, I'm gettin rappers' ass
  1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
  Chorus (x4)
  Verse 3: Treach
  You coulda been my main shit but you scrap and will wack, black
  The only thing I smoke witta pipe is an ass crack
  You challenge Treach, I'll seal you quick, you can't touch that
  I thought you did a triple cos you said ";Aw, fuck that!";
  Diamond Hill how ya feel, *?hey Ben Hef?*
  Give me a hearin aid or two then I'm thru cos I'm that def
  That's how we all be, tighter than small leaves
  Club rappin all be, I'm wreckin on all 3
  This drill means chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble
  Is that your head or is your neck blowin a fuckin bubble?
  A-B-C, skip to the S-T
  U-V-W-X, fuck the Y-Z
  Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-in
  Tape dem and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then
  Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in
  so I'm straight, if I hear ";drop the bomb"; I have to go
  Break this nig' for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played
  Erase, forgive me not cos shit I'm hot, if I can get then you'll get got
  Au contraire mon frere this is all my hair
  I wouldn't cut it for the biggest butt-ocks out there
  Put on a tip or hittin hips, I'm more than quick
  I Grease my Lightnin', it's frightening how I get, a slick
  schooled, dark, cool Sagittarian
  Two types of marryin: very thick or very thin
  Naughty By Nature and the Flavor U-N-I-T
  1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
  Chorus (x4)

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  Craziestshow lyrics

  Craziest

  My thoughts are thunderin' tumblin'
  Sons of bitches switches from yellin' ya mumbling
  You ain't a pal of me my family ties but not wit Mallory
  My analogy ain't for salary as I roll reality through galaxies
  Four centuries it's sent to me with the scent of oil
  Witta chain representing penitentiaries
  From Roman town to Boren town, from Newark to Ill town
  And all you know from lifers, Rikers ta foe some
  Wasn't drivin' to fast, I was flying to low
  You think I'm rockin' too quick, I think you're listenin' to slow
  I'm abruptin' construction, a pumping assumption
  You diss while your family say I'm the best shit since fuckin'
  Struckin' 'bout an obstruction or turnin' somethin' of nothin'
  From more things to more things, it's the rip in every function
  Funkin' it up, pumpin' it up, chumpin' the ducks
  Lookin' ta hump Ms. Junk in the trunk, pump pumpin' me up
  Jersey niggas are the craziest, New York niggas are the craziest
  D.C. niggas are the craziest, Philly niggas are the craziest
  L.A. niggas are the craziest, Chi town niggas are the craziest
  Texas niggas are the craziest, Utah niggas are the craziest
  My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff
  You get rushed, you get bust
  You call yourself callin' my bluff, enoughs enough
  I'm puttin' it down on the real end
  This one goes out to all the people who be questionin'
  My skills, niggas I been rockin' since lee twillz
  And we feel that we build careers of steel
  So all the rest come up and test
  But only stress is what you'll find thinkin'
  Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme shrinkin'
  The sleepin' MC I eat like good 'n' plenty
  Lyrically spankin' ya that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie
  And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses
  Young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle classes
  They don't begin wit no lying professor
  They begin when Vin pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser
  Lesser, a man should never challenge a clan
  Wit thirteen years experience of rippin' mic's put in our hands
  Detroit niggas are the craziest, Miami niggas are the craziest
  Little Rock niggas are the craziest, Oak Town niggas are the craziest
  I got barbarians to board me in at a club that barred me when
  A broad got thrown like barbarnigan born again, thrown aboard
  A brim is broke to the back I brawl and band from brains ta balls
  Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot
  Blowing up brain cells boom like Beirut
  Assume the same suit, fuck that fly shit wit the flavor ca shi
  Gives last name ain't Suzuki but still my sidekick
  Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique
  You ain't rollin' if our tape ain't what ya ride wit
  Niggas snipe shit so I'm on a knife tip
  Like the youngsters 'bout ta take you on some hip-hop ride shit
  If you ain't jumpin' then don't pump it
  I'm hittin' Jermaine in Atlanta 'cos he owe me loot for that jump shit
  Fuck astronauts I rock it
  And from now on if you bite my style when I see you, I'm in your pockets
  Cleveland niggas are the craziest, Carolina niggas are the craziest
  Virginia niggas are the craziest, Kentucky niggas are the craziest
  St. Louis niggas are the craziest, Atlanta niggas are the craziest
  Maryland niggas are the craziest, San Diego niggas are the craziest
  Seattle niggas are the craziest, Boston niggas are the craziest
  Ill town niggas are the craziest, Zoo Crew niggas are the craziest
  Jersey City niggas are the craziest

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  Dirt All By My Lonely

  "Hey!" "Can't nobody hold me.."
  [Treach]
  So niggaz wan' take it there, huh?
  Heh..
  See y'all don't know what the fuck goin on
  I know what time it is yo
  It's time to erase a face in force in fact an inferno
  Rise in my eyes, these twin 9'sll make em learn though
  You poppin, plottin, plannin, half-steppin, threatenin
  The streets clap loud like like thunderCLOUDS with the weapon
  I'm steppin, to clarify, lookin with the hawk
  in the arrow eye, turn the biggest part of your ass
  into the narrow side, I'm that case you place, nigga
  Tie yo' bitch, to the shitter nigga, throw yo' stinkin ass
  by the liver nigga, need beef, I rag fags
  Scream peace, get dragged dad
  Gettin busy like Rashid street, in Baghdad
  Havin your kids askin why did they have to drag dad, past
  cause you'll be the last ass to blast fast
  Way, above the rim
  Word to Birdie I'm from Jersey leavin niggaz actin nerdy
  Back sturdy, my dirt, by my lonely, FUCK with dis
  Doin hits with more clutch, than the stick, so COME ON
  Chorus: Treach
  I do my dirt all by my lonely "Hey!" Find the phony
  Past the mass, one deep, yeah the only
  Do or die, with slugs for the Ruger
  Rollin patrollin in a stolen black Cougar
  I do my dirt all by my lonely "Hey!" "Hey!"
  "Can't nobody hold me.. I do my dirt all by lonely"
  Do or die, with slugs for the Ruger
  Rollin patrollin in a stolen black Cougar
  [Vinnie]
  See I'm a one man dynasty; motherfucker
  every artist on your label don't equal HALF of me
  Rippin lyrics like they supposed to be, most'll be
  plottin dreamin and scheamin to get CLOSE to me
  Cause I spit shit, rip shit quick, and I'm sick wit
  lyrics to MASH that ass is what I'm equipped wit
  So fine-tune that bullshit, bring your best competitor
  I'll be on that ass as if I was a fuckin Predator
  Niggaz wanna battle at a show, yeah I'll set it up
  I go toe to toe, blow for blow and leave it wetted up
  My time to hypnotize you, OK?
  Never disrespectin the laws of Nature -- Obey Yo' Thirst
  Vin Rock'll serve as the quenchin
  Here's the last thing I'd like to mention
  That when it's time to set it off, trust me son
  I ain't the motherfuckin click, I'm the motherfuckin one
  I do my dirt all by my lonely..
  [Treach]
  I roll with hundreds, sometime thousands, maybe a little more
  But don't need NAR' a motherfucker when it's time for the war!
  Some of these niggaz on the streets be actin so sweet
  Talkin bout stalkin black like it ain't gon' get back to me WHAT?
  What about them MC's after me (hahahaha)
  Come see the first rappers laid flat on Banned From TV
  Part 3 in 3-D, shot right in Jersey
  On the corner with the goners lookin straight up at me (whoo!)
  So fuck prolongin, I'm way PAST the strongarmin
  Played hisself tonight, so he'll be GONE BY THE MORNING
  Sneak up, creep up, you out of pocket, the rule's no second chance
  Lift a bitch out his shoes, watch the news

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  It's On

  Once again it's on, it's on
  Put me on the planet, damn it, where all the slim shhh look like Janet
  Slick consider this how I lick it and then fan it
  Pick, rub and ran it how I run it yeah I ran it
  And it ran frantic rub put new poonanie panic
  Plan it, as a package, pick it and then pack it
  Trick it and attract it, throw a crack then catch it
  Quick as richocet rabbit, quick 'cause it's a habit
  To rap it as fast as another brother runnin' rapid
  Never call you sir
  Who gives a damn if you Mix Alot?
  East coast gets the props
  Producers rock your knot
  Baby ain't got back, baby got black
  That's why you see
  The black baby and you respect that
  Checka check it out, on and on and on, rock on
  To the breaka breaka dawn it's on
  On and on and on, on and on and on
  Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn
  On and on and on, on and on and on
  Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn, it's on
  Make room for one rude boy
  Bad mood boy, new and old school boy
  Now watch a true man take out all the school boys
  And don't get out of touch 'cause you just get a slut
  With a "Closed for repair" sign on your nuts
  Yeah we're the thing slangers, body boom bangers
  Breakin' in your shit with a hanger
  Damn real I'm gonna live it up
  Never forgive your cut on my back
  Watchin' your girl's gap give it up
  I touch you where it hurts first
  Brutalize you with a, criticize my lyrics work
  Think about a lost block, black stop
  I'd rap and make a wack drop then slap you with my back drop
  The boom-bang slap papper's fat fat
  Step in my path and get that ass cr-crack cracked
  Checka check it out, on and on and on
  Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on
  On and on and on, on and on and on
  Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn
  On and on and on, on and on and on
  Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn
  Singin' like a Buddha bang
  Hang out with a true crew
  Down with the coochie bang
  Brothers come to do the same
  But monkey see, monkey do
  Get your monkey ass playing
  Individuals get original 'cause a this a be critical
  And pickable and pitiful
  I ain't with the big con heart
  Rippin' other rhymes apart, here to spark me some iron parts
  I stick to a city with some ripple, hit a bitty from the middle
  Hang on kitties like a cripple nipple
  Checka check it out, on and on and on
  Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on
  On and on and on, on and on and on
  Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn
  On and on and on, on and on and on
  Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn
  On and on and on, on and on and on
  Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn
  On and on and on, on and on and on

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  It's Workin'

  It's workin'
  It's workin'
  Party people if you're ready to rock
  Let me hear you scream
  I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets
  We reign and we pop and daily routine sweeps
  It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit, so there you have it
  I'm a addict when I'm near the mike I gots to grab it
  Rip the system to shreds grab the braids in my head
  Everybody get lifted remember the rhyme said
  This is your introduction to the new episode
  With the double I countin' down to explode
  Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more
  Livin' rotten to the core
  It's workin'
  It's workin'
  Party people if you're ready to rock
  Let me hear you scream
  Everybody to the right 'cause all I got left is my flow
  I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean
  Uh oh, I guess it's goin' down, not now, right now
  So I got down with the git down for Illtown
  Figure it's the fine fanny, I miss my mammy
  And you could ask my uncle Randy
  I'm grateful for my granny nanny, that's my mother's mammy
  Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we're still family
  Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets
  'Cuz I might wind up doing that same old cruddy shit
  Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood
  Back cockin', buckshottin', your ass is shot
  It's workin'
  It's workin'
  Party people if you're ready to rock
  Let me hear you scream
  Can you chill a can? Can you spill a can? Can you kill a can?
  I know I can, I know I can
  Can an American a Republican fuckin' with this African
  Can from this kian land? I know I can
  It's a war wick, wick, wick, wack that's Dionne
  Dionne should have predicted her quick trip
  And stayed cool like fuckin' freon
  Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the unbelievable bastard I be
  Well, believe that shit's some be on
  Settle the score, check Melba needs Moore, since now she poor
  Looks to get richer by puttin' rap up in the picture
  I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step klickow
  Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now
  Forgive the enemy, be a friend of me you teach
  But forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in the streets
  Preach love, practice hate, break tapes and chatterin'
  Streaks on your structure, stain your whole establishment
  Let's get specific, style that's horrific
  Twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic
  We'll lift it, then shift it, brandish the biscuit, finish you nitwit
  Cancel Christmas, won't stop this slick shit
  It's workin'
  It's workin'
  Party people if you're ready to rock
  Let me hear you scream
  Time to do sit up, I'm a loose nut, watch crews get cut
  Bring it to my Illtown grounds and lose your butts
  But what is the matter?
  Matter of fact I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap
  Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucka
  Truck I shoulda told you Large Marge sent her
  Two chocolates away from being sloppy in bunches
  With no lunches step with the punches and try some butt crunches
  Get your hands clappin', front and the back and keep a cool head
  For all my swingers packin', attackin' back in the motherfuckin' house
  Done traveled a million miles and I'm still kickin' styles
  Back snack, that ass back now how's about that?
  You feel about as shitty as a baby's unwiped ass crack
  I'll crack a bat, dead on the back black
  And leave you layin' there flat as a flapjack
  We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie
  After this instead of beef you'll be givin' me chicken at Kentucky
  Lackin' lucky so worlds fear these and there'll be no more you
  Ooh, ooh like no world's series
  Never a fad and madder than mad
  And radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man
  What's happenin'?
  Check the skills on the real it's best to chill
  Don't be caught in the down the hill ordeal, it's ill
  Man this shit is deep, huh, I'm goin' deep
  Undercover like a muhfucker way beneath the sheets
  Full blows get thrown to the upper dome
  And continue to go on until you're up and gone
  When we spot a block knok no tellin' where the rest will go
  Hustle with my friends
  Straight ballin' like testicles bowlin' for dollars, rollin' for hours
  Rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of ten
  Scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's that group again?"
  On the ground with no sound with just boots and chins

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  Chain Remains

  Righ about now, I think it's time you explained to everybody
  the real reason you wear this cahin around your neck, aight!
  (Yo, yo this Puff Daddy Number 1-6-double0-3-0-5-0 representin Davenport
  the experimental prison, y'knowhutI'msayin? Representin Double I for life
  1-18)
  Verse 1: Treach
  Too many of my people got time, it shows as crime unfolds
  Many snap in a trap now new minds explode
  Learn the ability to find their goals
  Locked in a facility where time is froze
  God knows the heart hurts to see no sky, just dirt
  They give a man a cell quick before they give a man work
  So we get into this black, this black cat syndrome
  Grow older like there's no heart and no soul ingrown
  Bars and cement instead of help for our people
  Jails ain't nothin but the slave day sequel
  Tryin to flee the trap of this nation
  Seein penitentiary's the plan ta plant the new plantation
  They say we'll take the animals from cottons and crops
  straight to forgotten wit locks plottin to rottin our stocks
  They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under
  Serving most of my brothers another football number
  Judges look at our seeds, these brothers, like enemies
  saying "We don't need G's", giving out years like free cheese
  Free please, nigga, ain't no freedom
  Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep
  reading
  I'm here to explain the chain remain the same
  maintain for the brothers and sisters locked
  Chorus: The chain remains
  *repeat x4*
  (Prisoner 1-5-4-3-0-5-0 representin Jersey. All y'all niggas better back
  the fuck up, man, it's gettin busy)
  (Yo this is Big Kym comin straight outta Compton. I'm locked up in Fort
  Dix, New Jersey, Number 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I, I be checkin y'all out in 1997,
  later)
  Verse 2: Treach
  Nowadays still we're captured, still hear wicked laughter while shackled
  we're beaten and battered then cuffed after we're tackled
  We're tugged while increasing the mugged and indecent
  hit one more time wit a black jack then dragged in the precinct
  Still don't know what the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped
  made into a convict, booked then fingerprinted
  How many more times of this humiliation?
  How many more bouts do we have to lose while we fight for our rights in
  this nation
  that we supposed ta have since birth
  but the breaks on the bricks get worse, so it's jail first
  And that's all they offer us
  Ain't that right Mr Officer?
  Chorus (x10)
  (This is Orion 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennesee outta Fort Dix representin
  Cleveland and Illtown)
  Verse 3: Treach
  Some rob blocks, does it matter or should it?
  While ghetto's dodge, cops duck bullets and pull it
  I "Hang Out and Hustle wit my friends" til the end, til the day we burn
  pens
  Ain't no mystery we need victory, the system conspired
  the days of the riots ain't retired
  But brothers staying calm cos they soldiers
  til when the only solutions revolution, no we told ya
  The chain remains til we uprise
  Stuck in a land where we ain't meant to survive
  and I hope this don't suit ya, some work
  like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to save for a future
  And that's when the cost is the man within
  And we're just as lost as the land we in
  Some balst, some based and some dropped down
  and most who sold it right now are lock down and rocked round
  And it's been happenin so much
  that they make it so that it ain't even no shock now
  Chorus (x5)
  (This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chillin at Fort Dix representin 118.
  Get out in '96)
  The chain remains (Peace then!)
  (This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 from Washington DC. Right now
  I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, Jersey. My outdate is 12/25/2003. Way I'm thinkin
  is, aah, it's on, mad stuff and we all better do somethin for the brothers
  who is locked dizzown. Cos they locked down and I don't care if we
  definitely lock down the heat. Do something, do somethin bad. Peace out!)
  Outro:
  Yo what's up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as 1-11-7-19
  I'd like to give a couple of shouts to come of the brothers
  I was locked down wit in Borentown
  Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller
  My man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahud from Camden
  and I'm out!!
  PS> Flash,
  Thankx a fuckin heaps for lettin me use this very private
  e-mail address. You truly are fuckin legend
  Peace out,

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  City of Ci-Loshow lyrics

  City of Ci-Lo

  Life is a roll like the dice and you know? [3X]
  Do you wanna play?
  Now if you base out and ace out
  Ace is an ass out
  Also an ass whip
  You catch quick those who catch it most don't last it down on Doogan
  They rollin' two deep so they ain't too sleep and crews creep but they
  Hard to
  Beat bustin' out two jeeps there's Tracy tricky and trickin' chokin'
  Nuff
  Chicken she's burnin' and when that chick is broke that bitch is
  Stickin'
  Up the block is for the hoe no another pro hoe she pick pockets when she
  Rocks it it ain't no loot out on that hoe stroll on block five ya catch
  Fever and get no breather either beat it or break it to break it down
  Thrw
  It I need it look for trips yeah the triplets cause that's the hit click
  And on down is a pick up cause it's a stick-up on the freak tip, just
  When
  You think things were looking messy she lives six houses on the leffy
  Name is sexy hooked up by Becky true to the dice not new to the dice
  Sexy
  Dropped me off 456 Ci Lo Blvd. right after she blew on the dice.
  123rd the block'll splatter ya cap's catch ya they batter ya niggas
  Stretch even scavengers breaking fool like Attica stolen glock and he
  Know
  Holding spots from below primos for them g notes rolling rocks in kilos
  Ci-lo is the set up poppy's rockin and poppin' ya 123rd kids fuck up
  Bank
  Jackings like Joshua snake what wakeup or bake up pay up or break up
  You're on the block rocked needin' three bitches ta shake up pimpin
  Ain't
  Easy but if ya mac you'll be the largest so if he asses out he got no
  Hoes
  Just three new charges ass and face up in the cut look who dodges wait
  Case is open and shut fuck garages and everyone on the strip is more
  Than
  One time offenders and they trusting the roll like they trustin' public
  Defenders you see 'em don't want to be 'em hope ci-lo free 'em I'm
  Schemin' a fuckin' demon after per diem I'm leaving sometimes this
  Evening
  Yeah in The PM not even wit attitude rude cause fool I'm geein' a
  Crafter
  After a billing not asking on ya the master mackin' a million tax-free

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  1,2,3

  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
  1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
  1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
  1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
  1, and here comes the 2 to the 3
  [Incomprehensible] rappers are full of this since I'm a don I'm pullin' out a hit
  'Cause I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit
  Flavor unit, it's time to attack the prey
  So make way for hip-hop's green beret
  Bring on the refills, you see we feel
  The name of the brain game is kill or be killed
  I'm an expert, who will be the next jerk to try?
  Let me explain you got 8 million ways to die
  We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore
  Have that ass lookin' just like this boo-boo slipped the door
  Known to kill, dunk skills, erupt
  You ask why? My reply is 'I don't give a fuck'
  I'm a Panther, I love fresh meat
  After I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across 110th Street
  My tactics are drastic and real fast
  I tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass
  I'm more than a threat, I'm a problem
  To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem
  So don't whisper or make a sound or croak
  Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat
  Everyday all day this be the hard way
  Puttin' rappers outta commission even on an off-day
  Flavor Unit rules G, we're takin' rappers out
  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
  1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
  1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
  Here comes trouble and it's all that, in fact contact
  You're next of kin, friend, follow the flow format
  While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised
  Ask me if I give a fuck 'cause I ain't got shit to lose
  Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up
  You beat me? Wait a minute, hold the fuck up
  If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, lame
  Handicapped, crippled and pussy was my middle name
  You couldn't beat me slick, snap that neck like a chico stick
  I know who'll getcha quick, who? My dick
  Tell me, is this some type of tournament?
  I cut ya fuckin' head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament
  Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best
  Leaves with a 40-below footprint on his chest
  Fucked up, got stuck, go press your luck
  Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck
  Head found in the bar of a limosuine
  The rest of his body at a dump-site in Queens
  Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin'
  Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon
  I told you I'm out to stalk
  Last nigga tried me, died G, felt my tomahawk
  Apache, that's me, I'm gettin' rappers' ass
  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
  1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
  1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
  1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
  1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
  You coulda been my main shit but you scrap and will wack, black
  The only thing I smoke with a pipe is an ass crack
  You challenge treach, I'll seal you quick, you can't touch that
  I thought you did a triple 'cause you said, "Oh, fuck that"
  Diamond Hill how ya feel, hey Ben Hef
  Give me a hearin' aid or two then I'm thru 'cause I'm that def
  That's how we all be, tighter than small leaves
  Club rappin' all be, I'm wreckin' on all 3
  This drill means chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble
  Is that your head or is your neck blowin' a fuckin' bubble?
  A B C, skip to the S T
  U V W X, don't fuck the Y Z
  Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-in
  Tape dem and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then
  Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in
  so I'm straight, if I hear drop the bomb I have to go
  Break this nig' for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played
  Erase, forgive me not 'cause shit I'm hot, if I can get then you'll get got
  Au contraire mon frere this is all my hair
  I wouldn't cut it for the biggest butt-ocks out there
  Put on a tip or hittin' hips, I'm more than quick
  I grease my lightnin', it's frightenin' how I get, a slick
  Schooled, dark, cool Sagittarian
  Two types of marryin' very thick or very thin
  Naughty By Nature and the Flavor U N I T
  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
  1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
  1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
  1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
  1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3

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  Live Then Layshow lyrics

  Live Then Lay

  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 grow, we grow, listen negro
  (Listen)
  I die, you die, few die, who rob
  (It's)
  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 nail 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 their's
  (Hold ya head)
  Peep rules, weak 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 snake feds
  (Check 'em)
  They'll lock your body, even Gotti, grab your shotties for an Illuminati
  (Be ready)
  They'll lock your body as Gotti, grab your shotties, it's an Illuminati
  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?
  Why everytime you try to show a nigga love, they shit on you?
  Fuck 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 you know the powers in our hand?
  'Cause we shine, we end up six feet in land
  When we could build one nation
  And it's comprised of all persuasion
  African, Latin, Caucasian, Asian
  New World Order, Hip-Hop Nation
  Then we can turn hate to love
  Like Malcolm and Martin tripped up, open up your eyes
  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?
  Here today, gone tomorrow
  Live then lay, here tomorrow
  Tell me, what's the sense of this?
  Tell me before they gotta jail me and nail 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 nail me
  Had to mention it
  You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this
  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?
  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

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  Mourn You Til I Join You

  It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat
  Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot
  Over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop
  So I thank you for my life and all that I got
  I wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac
  I was sittin' here lookin' at your picture my nigga
  Puttin' hash with the weed wit a mixture of liquor
  We can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure
  Nigga I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya till I'm wit cha'
  It was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
  Doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
  Both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene
  You did the Humpty with the u I did the walk wit the queen
  Was a dream smokin' and drinkin?
  Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums
  [Unverified] the flip up make them lift they shit up
  Get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up
  Think of all the times that I rolled wit mine
  Male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge
  They was blinded when the good shined through they were on you
  Just know I'm gonna mourn you till I join you
  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
  I hope you here me now in God we trust
  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch
  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
  I hope you here me now in God we trust
  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch
  We was two lil' niggas both skinny and broke
  Happy if we scrap pennies for smokes
  Tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news
  You was over in New York to film this movie called juice
  Called you back up you told me pack up
  Me and you and stretch could shack up
  The thug luv back up the act up
  Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss
  'Cause they know we all kicked up dust
  You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our race
  You beat his ass then you spit in his face
  I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels
  And Big Stretch punched him out his shoes
  Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'
  That's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen
  We would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks
  Spit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and lemos
  You was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still
  Said you wouldn't rest until you saw a mill
  Nigga I felt you
  We was back an forth borough to projects for forts
  Damn I wish they knew how much you loved New York
  Shit and can't nobody dis my nigga
  Mothafuck that I miss my nigga
  I'm a mourn you 'til I join you
  You ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya
  I'm gonna keep your name on the streets
  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
  I hope you here me now in God we trust
  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch
  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
  I hope you here me now in God we trust
  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch
  I'm ya true motherfucker thug nation alert
  Keep his name on the street 'til ya lay in the dirt
  This shit hurts 'cause we went from poor to rich
  You're supposed to see a lot more than this
  They brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim
  They let you out you called us up we came as thugs again
  We were here ah ha rapist they shout
  Y'all was talkin' shit that y'all didn't know a damn thang 'bout
  You was going through your stress while your enemies laughed
  Ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass
  Fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die
  Fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied
  A little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked
  My lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot
  Soon as I get there I find Afeni urgin' me
  Think I missed my baby, don't leave after surgery
  So I'm lookin' in her eyes while they walkin' me through
  Thinking Pac hard head what the hell I'm a do
  So we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need
  You say a pound for comin' nigga and a hit of some weed
  So I asked you not to go over and over God knows
  You done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes
  So we got over that, you held up got locked
  [Unverified] they had you caged when I stopped
  Yeah, the chain remains plus you a part of my link
  They fucked up by givin' you too much time to think
  I remember your release and we met up in L.A.?
  At the [unverified] gettin' blazed hand me down with the hay
  After that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus
  Addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs
  Now we in these savage ages
  Even yourself predicted that last night in Vegas
  I heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged
  And a part of his heart right here in Venice
  At the same time you was both loved and feared
  M.O.B. and fuckin' thug of the year
  I'm a mourn you 'til I join you
  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
  I hope you here me now in God we trust
  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch
  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
  I hope you here me now in God we trust
  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch
  We'll mourn, that's what we'll do

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  Nothin' To Lose (Naughty Live)

  Jump
  (Jump)
  Jump
  (Jump)
  Jump
  (Jump)
  Jump
  (Jump)
  Jump
  (Jump)
  Not yet
  Jump
  (Get up)
  Jump
  (Get up)
  Jump
  (Get up)
  Jump
  (Get up)
  Jump
  (Get up)
  How many niggas gettin' lye tonight?
  How many niggas gettin' high tonight?
  Jump
  (Get up)
  Jump
  (Get up)
  Jump
  (Get up)
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  Na na na na
  I say fight you holler a quarter day late
  A dollar short, poppin' more corks and niggas don't get
  Ya collared court, trife ass Whitney will you motherfuckin' mouth, aight
  And change your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat ass tight
  Must be just the master monk
  The underhood, the underworld's under man
  Motherfuck bein' understood, long as we understand
  You can't twist the Treach [unverified] and mix his friends
  Niggas over here don't switch and bitch and bend
  All eyes on a prize, pimpin' it, and battle a million dollar chance
  I glance and just take your tip
  It's that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou'
  And bowed and thanked the crowd bein' in style
  And gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't have skunk
  Get 'em tough and guts, smoke from [unverified] and hand Treach
  Get 'em out of grants that they owe, the top notch
  Makin blocks flock, don't have to bust shots
  I got props, I'm warning you like closing doors when cop knocks
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  Not yet
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  How many niggas gettin' lye tonight?
  How many niggas gettin' high tonight?
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  Ha, now let me line this nigga up
  How you soundin' talkin' plain wit' my name, man what the fuck?
  Oh, you don't know, boom, bap, smack and there it is
  How we dealin' wit' these frustrated niggas in the biz?
  (What the fuck was he freakin'?)
  I bring some drink in, just for fun
  They be guzzlin' on gallons of that red ass rum
  You might as well-a put a motherfuckin' bounty on your head
  'Cos the drama's for your momma, till your bitch ass dead
  Let those chickens, I see your mental picture clickin'
  I know I only make it for the one-night stickin'
  Phat, I take that back because I was not thinkin'
  After one piece of my dick, your brain starts shrinkin'
  How many niggas gettin' lye tonight?
  How many niggas gettin' high tonight?
  Jump
  (Get up)
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  What? Check it, when the man ain't the man no more
  We'll see which one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war
  All that rah rah, I send that ass bye bye
  After that I fly, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital I, I
  Serve those wit' the nerve to test this
  Step and get'cha records clipped
  Original is what you kick but I know you better quit
  You analyse my click then go duplicate my shit
  Discredit's what you get, 'cos you bit
  Niggas get the hit-low and shit loads, I flip shows
  If it goes to Glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip code
  Keep hittin' knockers wit' the showstopper in this industry
  For they hit us with the Hoffa or Kennedy remedy
  That's when Vinnie will be
  Lightin' shit up brighter than a bicentennial, see we
  Sick of talkin' shit, niggas knowin' how we do
  So if you don't fuck with us, we won't have to fuck with you
  (We won't have to fuck wit' you)
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  How many niggas gettin' lye tonight?
  How many niggas gettin' high tonight?
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  O.P.P.show lyrics

  O.P.P.

  Army with harmony
  Dave drop a load on 'em
  OPP, how can I explain it
  I'll take you frame by frame it
  To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
  O is for Other, P is for People scratchin' temple
  The last P...well...that's not that simple
  It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten
  It's five little letters that are missin' here
  You get on occassion at the other party
  As a game 'n it seems I gotta start to explainin'
  Bust it
  You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello
  You get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow
  You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about
  Then you call up and it's her girlfriend or her cousin's house
  It's not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T
  It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Boy, that's what is scary)
  It's OPP, time other people's what you get it
  There's no room for relationship there's just room to hit it
  How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at
  Who thinks it's wrong 'cos I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at
  Well if you do, that's OPP and you're not down with it
  But if you don't, here's your membership
  Chorus:
  You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
  Who's down with OPP (Every last homie)
  You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
  Who's down with OPP (All the homies)
  As for the ladies, OPP means something gifted
  The first two letters are the same but the last is something
  different
  It's the longest, loveliest, lean-- I call it the leanest
  It's another five letter word rhymin' with cleanest and meanest
  I won't get into that, I'll do it...ah...sorta properly
  I say the last P...hmmm...stands for property
  Now lady here comes a kiss, blow a kiss back to me, now tell me
  exactly
  Have you ever known a brother who have another like ah girl or wife
  And you just had to stop and just 'cos he look just as nice
  You looked at him, he looked at you and you knew right away
  That he had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway
  You couldn't be seen with him and honestly you didn't care
  'Cos in a room behind a door no one but y'all are there
  When y'all are finish, y'all can leave and only y'all would know
  And then y'all could throw the skeleton bones right in the closet do'
  Now don't be shocked 'cos if you're down I want your hands up high
  Say OPP (OPP) I like to say with pride
  Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts
  You're now down with a discount
  Chorus:
  You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
  Who's down with OPP (Every last lady)
  You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
  Who's down with OPP (All the ladies)
  This girl ah tried to OPP me
  I had a girl and she knew that matter-of-fact my girl was partner's
  that
  Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah an argument
  She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment, bust it
  That wasn't the thing it must have been the way she hit the ceiling
  'Cos after that she kept on coming back and catchin' feelings
  I said, "Let's go my girl is coming so you gotta leave"
  She said, "Oh no, I love you Treach" I said, "Now child please"
  You gots to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go
  I said now look you to the stairs and to the stairwindow
  This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn't have put your heart
  'Cos you know I was OPP, hell from the very start
  Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about
  When you get down, you can't go 'round runnin' off at the mouth
  That's rule number one in this OPP establishment
  You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him
  Exciting isn't it, a special kinda business
  Many of you will catch the same sorta OPP is you with
  Him or her for sure is going to admit it
  When OPP comes, damn-- skippy I'm with it
  Chorus:
  You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
  Who's down with OPP (This whole party)
  You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
  Who's down with OPP (This whole party)

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  Jamboreeshow lyrics

  Jamboree

  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 for my peeps here, I stand for you 'cause you stand for me
  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
  Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me?
  Yes, indeed
  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 who'd up with the law
  I never kill for the thrill, but I cut for the cars
  Smokin' buddha with a hoota', get better prices from looters
  Shake my shell with the shooters, leed a luga with duga
  Some say modelin' and acting mean treach is selling
  While I'm yelling, first a felon with my gat at ya melon
  Hella heated, too ill for them to beat it
  Most cheated, most weeded, most needed, you best believe it
  Let's take the tapes jam for me, stand for me
  You're damned to be without the Jamboree
  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
  Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me?
  Yes, indeed
  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 them last few years as our evidence
  Niggas been tryin' to duplicate the mixture ever since
  You live in value reprimanded, 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'
  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 for my peeps here, I stand for you 'cause you stand for me
  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
  Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me?
  Yes, indeed
  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 a 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 coochies, for me it's lootchies, then hootchies
  'Cause we'll drop a cuzzie that leaves your whole label woozy
  And shitty and dizzy because your whole city miss me
  They whip out their 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 'em
  Wanna come and touch her, the punani rusher like Usher
  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
  Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me?
  Yes, indeed
  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
  Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me?

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  Klickow Klickowshow lyrics

  Klickow Klickow

  Intro:
  118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs
  1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill
  And knock his ass into left field
  I'm still a body bruisin' master
  Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya
  Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it
  5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said
  Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head
  Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler
  A star spangler boogie banger
  Rottin' Razklas
  118 on the scene I'm representin'
  And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'
  And kickin in nigga take a step back
  It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap
  If ya don't wanna brawl jack
  Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full
  Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull
  I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind
  When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find
  No he didn't but I'll you
  Hook:
  I tell you what good with deez some and the how
  Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)
  Right out the alleys of Cali
  Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one
  Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood
  Watch us bring wreck quick
  Road Dawgs the next kick
  Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip
  235 thick
  Ingelwood Illtown click
  Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix
  Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues
  Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools
  And slaying crews
  Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle
  In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle
  Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty
  Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me
  Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb
  Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya
  It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow
  Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow
  Treach:
  Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines
  So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines
  Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks
  So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles
  Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox
  Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way
  Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey
  Three letters describing that ass here's a clue
  S-C-K the only thing missing is you
  Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton
  Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums
  Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap
  Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap
  A black alley cats can catch my back
  And to that and these scrap
  Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks
  Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back
  You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends
  But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims
  That's how it go that's how we roll pow!
  Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow
  Hook
  Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision
  Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'
  Keep my material similar to a serial killer
  Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller
  Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter
  Pats to better brat packs
  I'm airing shit out like DAT
  Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings
  Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven
  Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop
  Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not
  Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk
  It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault
  I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit
  Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT
  To your advantage if you could manage the damage
  I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded
  Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards
  Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse
  On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary
  That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry
  Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'
  From the beatin' ya seekin'
  Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'
  On time for too much tough talk
  Nigga walk and keep walking
  Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking
  I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late
  Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state
  Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag
  Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag
  Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds
  A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown
  This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on
  With more thong then Janet with her panties on
  Ya best to get it out the way boy
  The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow

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  Let The Ho's Go

  Verse 1: Treach
  Bass me, face me, task the tip of a tastey
  Bitches are sweet as a pastry
  You don't know me homey, from a peach or a pony
  I'm the Only, now your lyrics look lonely
  Lyrically fortified, born, I'm immortalised
  Lightin shit up from Wranglers to raw hides
  Packed with black positivity and wizardry
  I'm my own body and it built for partyin
  I rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap
  the lords abroad and I represent that ass dat
  shows seniority, lays the foundation
  Bolos and donuts, oh I built the nation
  Keep the faith tastin, keep the touch clutched
  Keep your face way away from the rough stuff
  If it ain't rough it ain't rugged
  Either you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded
  >From the intro to end I will flow
  and aslo, yo come let the ho's go
  Chorus:
  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Let the ho's go)
  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
  Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
  Verse 2: Treach
  Meet my friend Mac 10, sittin backpacked and mackin
  Thirsty for action, workin and smackin
  The last of the allies, smoke em up shall I
  or should I? I'm sure to give it a good try
  No need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix
  They've all been blown into dust bits
  Floatin in space, spinnin in infinity
  Part of the start is the end of any identity
  Lost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin off
  East, the West, the South, break North
  You'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin a graveyard
  Actin is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard
  I got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back
  I rap like I'm the tops, stay real cos I'm all that
  It's my way on a highway, forget your friends
  cos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin a contact lens
  Let the ho's go
  Chorus
  Verse 3: Treach
  You say you're hittin hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin
  I grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten
  I'm gettin grand and greater, sucker catch ya later
  He gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader
  You lookin Moonstruck, fear, start to talkin tough
  then sayin "sorry" like I really give a motherfuck
  You're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a?
  A sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya
  At anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause
  I got a double-barrelled pump that's sayin "Give me yours"
  Then I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover
  Cos I have one for this robbery and many others
  Another gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker
  Droppin you and gettin mad if you don't say "Thankyer"
  The clip clockin killers, and plus my county crew
  I gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, naw not after you
  So don't try ta hide or apologise
  Apologies and go meet a French eyes is wise
  So if you know what I mean and have a hop block
  and never ever seen a day when the money stops
  You gotta put up your fists, just to let me know
  Ain't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go
  Let the ho's go
  Chorus
  Verse 4: Treach
  Competition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue
  Throw a watch at me without it being fuckin hung
  Give it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning
  Should've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning
  I let her see the white sheet hit the concrete
  and see that head go off and down from a thousand feet
  Cos the brother's around me don't even play all that
  They see a sheet and a cross, they say "Oh, gimme that"
  Halloween in Illtown and don't you be a ghost
  Cos you get your broke or even worst smoked
  Now this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold
  But it had to have the flow to let the ho's go
  Let the ho's go

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  Live or Dieshow lyrics

  Live or Die

  Unh, hehe, 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
  I thought I told you, have my money
  (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)
  Get 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 crugs 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 fuckin' 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
  I thought I told you, have my money
  (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)
  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 fuck
  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 fuckin' 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
  I thought I told you, have my money
  (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)
  Gotta nab but I'm back
  Now give me all my props again
  I gotta kick your motherfuckin' ass for steppin' on my mocassins
  We blended with Treach and Vinnie from Naughty By Nature
  It's Mystikal with Silk 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 wrestlin'
  Turnin' and tusslin', clutchin' and musclin'
  I saw myself the demons when I'm bustin' them
  If you wanna live you wouldn't fuck with them, don't fuck with them
  Ha, hah, don't fuck 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'
  Fuck the whole rap game up, nigga, just one of my lines
  Say ya 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!
  I thought I told you, have my money
  (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)

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  The Bluesshow lyrics

  The Blues

  Ohh, ohh, oh ohh, ohh, uh, oh ohh ohh
  Uh, oh ohh ohh, uh uh uh uh
  Check it, life sure hurts with your dick in the dirt
  Witcha thing in a sling from the work of a skirt
  Balls turned black to blue from a tease or two
  Well one tease is a few, save your balls from the blues
  You're givin' me the blues
  (The blues, the blues)
  Girl I've got the blues
  (It's all because of you)
  It's all because of you
  (I've got 'em, I've got 'em)
  And those freaky things you do
  (Let me tell you a story)
  As we leave the club, you know what's up
  Thinkin' I'm gettin' some, damn! Was I so dumb?
  Take her to the crib, thinkin' I'm gonn' live
  But you got, all these excuses
  How you've heard about me and you're not ready sexually
  After you done teasin' me, you wanna leave
  Say it isn't true, I'm so excited by you
  Don't know what to do, you've given me the blues
  I've got 'em
  One of the best hoes and S O's, at my crib spot
  Got the vessels in my testicles stopped on gridlock
  Now why you wanna touch under drawers and tease Treach
  If I bust you better duck or get your whole weave wet
  Wanna shoot loose the juices, the best of hooches
  Blue balls is the sewage, from shit excuses
  Now from the first face, on the first date, what?
  Five dates, then we do it, still'll be the first fuck
  You wanna come and touch, run and duck, you're tricky
  Take a hickie come for Moby Dick, and slip a mickie
  You came foul and phony, you left me lonely
  So when I'm stiff and boney, I go and think about Naomi
  With my hand as my homey, uhh!
  You! You've given me the blues
  Girl I've got the blues
  (Look what you did!)
  It's all because of you
  And those freaky things you do
  (Ohh yeah)
  Yeah
  You wore panties all fancy with that sheet shit over it
  Nuts tend to lock after an hour and you notice
  Female 'cause Charlie horse in my shorts
  Nuts beggin' me to leave you in the worst part of Newark
  Then I thought of a plan and you called me a pervert
  Shit, hurtin' and you beefin' cause I want you to jerk it?
  I wish I knew your booty call was a coochie brawl
  I woulda had a better ball at the booty bar
  Balls swole like a bowl with my dick in the dirt
  Shoulda wait 'til you got up and went and jumped in your purse
  See you felt below the belt, while I kiss it you hug it
  Ain't come to suck or fuck it, shit you ain't have to touch it
  My thing was cool, takin' a nap on my lap
  Then you rub it 'til my balls catch a cramp from the back
  Smoke the tight sack, sport the nightcap, you spoke it right back
  Balls black and blue, nuts stingin' like a spiked bat
  You ain't right rat! Damn! Damn
  You're givin' me the blues
  Girl I've got the blues
  (Said I've got the blues)
  It's all because of you
  You know what? You ain't leavin'
  And those freaky things you do
  Get your hat, get your coat
  Your purse, and get out!
  You're givin' me the blues
  Girl I've got the blues
  (Is it the blues)
  It's all because of you
  (No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
  And those freaky things you do
  (I have the blues)
  Ohh, ohh, oh ohh, ohh, uh, oh ohh ohh
  Uh, oh ohh ohh, uh uh uh uh

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  The Shivers

  Yeah, dog, man, you know I'm sayin'
  Fuck all you motherfuckers that wanna call the police on us and shit When we tryin' to get our motherfuckin' loot, you know I'm sayin'?
  (What, what?)
  Fuck y'all
  (What?)
  You know I'm sayin'?
  You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing
  'Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing
  Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all
  'Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll
  So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
  Kaboom, the whole room, the Platune, don't give a nigga what?
  Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
  Pick up your guns, now what the fuck
  I get the fuck up, your truant lifestyle, let's rough
  I'm even gon' be rich or poor, dead or handcuffed
  Niggas bust, but miss and now the war is on
  (Back)
  And we gon' celebrate when you get murdered, deceased and gone
  Retaliation is a must when you fuck with us
  Tell me what was on your mind when you loaded your pistol up?
  Was it some gangsta shit, that couldn't been it
  (Nah, that ain't it, fuck)
  'Cause you bust four shots and still missed, now dig this
  Don't know your name but know your face
  You made a mistake now you must be erased
  Really though, I'm loc'ed, go, deranged, sick and insane
  Drop rights, to start more fights than Mills Lane
  So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
  Kaboom, the whole room, the Platune, don't give a nigga what?
  Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
  Pick up your guns, now what the fuck
  Voluptuous vixen, wear my dime pair, watch it like Nixon
  Niggas mad 'cause they can't put restrictions
  They know we fixin' to put the Chain team in the mainstream
  Cut the bad blood like gangrene, lyrical vaccine
  Injected by this mind specimen, my Oestrogen
  Make the best of men, guess again, I'm fresh in wind
  Consumed by the date stem, tramps get amped
  'Cause they can't cramp the camp, we leave 'em damp
  Got them scared stiff like mannequins
  Keep 'em panicin', then we vanishin' into the world at large
  The Chain Gang Platune
  Be the head niggas in charge
  I serve to protect, self charge on police premises
  Break bones as rug-be-snug, slugs being sold and printless
  Stay spittin' at your divisions, hit your visions
  Chain but automatic interest got taste for higher proof liquors
  If it gets adventures, affective niggas, arrest resistance
  Timper screamin' that deaf vast words, splintered without the whispers
  Connects got prices for product, but Tune fathers vanish
  Rock the cuts, now I control sonic voices like Aprovada
  A thugs' mug shots' worth dollars
  Holla, we strange drama killers, can't stop the
  For pain is absolute vodka, Tre, confrontation watch man
  For the progress of nation, yo, I'm eatin' through your concentrations
  I'm comin' out combat and com Bows
  Competition is a combination of combustion
  Too valuable for commandin' nothin'
  I continue cuttin' destruction's smokin' or choke eruptions
  From California to Connecticut
  I can hear the functions, continue the Lexus
  [Incomprehensible] tell them [incomprehensible]
  Category code of the street, let's see the next day
  The Cruddy Click clicks and classics k-kloaw
  'Cause it's beef on the streets then kick, kick the cow
  Catapult and critters kick 'em, quickers clap
  Cookin' trio's like Crio, I'll split that ass that go show your crack
  The killer cultural when I'm gun away to [incomprehensible]
  Since you got murdered they left you
  The bitches who said you deserved it
  You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing
  'Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing
  Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all
  'Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll
  So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
  Kaboom, the whole room, the Platune, don't give a nigga what?
  Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
  Pick up your guns, now what the fuck
  Guess, who speak the truth?
  I see the noose when the tongue get loose
  Neck choke for the wrong shit you spoke
  Took the wrong approach, invincible
  With the writin' utensil, convincin' you
  On instrumentals my moody mental, sets the tempo
  Abdul of the mic but your flow
  Slice and a dice a extra nice, a writer from the deathest cypher
  Jersey believes 'em right, but Chain Gang with the sane slang
  Crazy, deranged, strange, with a sharp aim
  And shootin' range as deep as Danny maintain gets forfeited
  When we show up to play the sport
  Niggas show the military support and fight for what you brought up
  Play to a good battle, battle and got grazed
  In the heart of New Jersey, straight land of the crazed
  Bad blood boils and picky goals will destroy you
  Fans, straight hand me the jams to unemploy you
  Yo, so you better keep it real right and tight
  Or that spotlight might
  Only last for one night, aight
  You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing
  'Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing
  Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all
  'Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll
  So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
  Kaboom, the whole room, the Platune, don't give a nigga what?
  Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?

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  We Could Do It

  [Foreign content]
  Big Pun baby, you miss me?
  See Pun gonna sing, then he gonna rhyme
  Let me lick you girl where the sun don't shine
  I'm gonna sing, Treach gonna rhyme
  Let me lick you girl where the sun don't shine
  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
  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
  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
  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
  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
  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 the hoes make it sunny?
  You took off the rag, so don't get mad that it's runny
  I fuck 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 fuckin' ever since you called it 'doin' the do'
  Now who you doin' it to? The fuckin' screw of the crew?
  Hittin' somethin' and drunk drivin' past the boys in the blue
  Talkin' to you
  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
  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
  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
  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'
  So get your mackin' crackin' and Pun pass the Magnum
  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'm a call my troops, and just work that caboose
  Terror Squad the truth, we the proof for the kids
  In the Coupe with the Trizz, there it is, c'mon
  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
  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
  We can do it in the middle of Little Italy
  Don't worry about your man, he can't do diddily
  Ohh, I can do it better
  Senora, senorita
  Tan preciosa
  Nena linda
  Senora morenita
  Tan preciosa
  Morenita
  Quitate toda la ropa mi amor
  Quiero estar contigo corazon
  Quitate toda la ropa mi amor

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  Wicked Bounce

  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now
  Well here's a shout out to all those who think that we slipped
  Doin' 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
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now
  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' shaky, all fakey, all quiet
  Ah, forget about it when the feud's on
  Now wha-wha, what put 'em up that's what the party get
  I bartend on some naughty shit and no play that shorty shit
  We hittin' and kickin' like this shit
  Shakin' like you know chicken like pick, pick, pick pickin' the town
  Dickin' em down, pickin' a hoe, give 'em a show, the rigamarole
  So, if you ever go report, you seen my tribe
  I best to pray you got nine lives because your goddamn eyes lied
  [Incomprehensible]
  That's 25 lines motherfucker you on my side
  What you gonna do, when a dude talkin' all the drunk talk
  At least you'll die high
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now
  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 fuss, 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 next to me, it's that nigga uncle Vinnie
  What with K Boogie on the break release
  The beat don't cease till we double fuckin' platinum apiece
  Hands touched
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, check it out
  Don't fuck with us
  Watch these niggas get wicked now, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Put 'em up, what, what?
  Don't fuck with us

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  Thugs & Hustlers

  Aw shit, here we go
  Aw, there go my niggas over there
  Yeah, there go my thugs over there
  There go them bitches over there
  Look out for shots for my real niggas
  Where my thugs, where my hustlers at?
  Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? Say what?
  Where my thugs, where my hustlers at?
  Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? Say what?
  The henny's in me, you can't change that
  Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?
  Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
  Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
  The henny's in me, you can't change that
  Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?
  Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
  Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
  Now why should locs give a fuck?
  What? Nigga my mental's stuck
  I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the fuck up
  Post the fuck up, smoked the fuck up, locked the fuck up
  When the po po come we don't choke the fuck up, punk
  Bitch ass niggas know they can't run with me
  Real ass niggas they get it done with me
  Because they want with me
  Ha, it's just the low life I live
  Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died
  My head stays busted
  All motherfuckin' day, off that henny blessed with alhezay
  Hey, what, gangstafied, 'bout it, 'bout it, 'til I die nigga
  Bounce to this and if you dig it press rewind
  See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin' and stealin'
  While my hustlers do the bankin' and the dealin' for millions
  My pimps be curlin', crimpin', straight pimpin' and illin'
  My gangsta thugs on this club on the motherfuckin' realin'
  See, some motherfuckers got loot to get
  Well, it's just some motherfuckers can't shoot for shit
  So my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hit
  And yeah, my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a six
  Came from east to the west playin' steelo with below
  Niggas fought drinkin' corpse, too much cut on the kilos
  So we took every jewel that he just bought from tito
  Then below rolled him through the desert
  Left him bleedin' in reno, without a c-note
  A section or a solid to sell it
  Ain't married fuck a ring, save the carats for rabbits
  'Cuz a pimp and a thug and a hustler know
  You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you's the hoe, woah
  Where my thugs, where my hustlers at?
  Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? Say what?
  Where my thugs, where my hustlers at?
  Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? Say what?
  The henny's in me, you can't change that
  Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?
  Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
  Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
  The henny's in me, you can't change that
  Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?
  Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
  Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
  You see them packin' niggas goin' in the club, token, smokin' bud
  Ain't no security at the door so they ain't even get touched
  Now they better tear this motherfucker up
  If you one of them niggas, us
  Straight to the parkin', lift them nigga what
  We all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots
  Just watchin' all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels
  Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin' nigga we hungry
  And we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the money
  Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler
  And you gotta have the nuts to be both
  And I gotta roll with the raws and get with the steady regardless
  Fuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you with
  See, we the ones that like to crash the party
  Drink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there
  'Cuz we don't give a fuck, we don't
  Just 'cuz I be rappin' and all my records went platinum
  Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my thug mentality
  But I know some niggas be fakin' themselves
  That's 'cuz they hoes
  And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell
  Ain't nothin' wrong with bein' a thug, but y'all got to keep it real
  So don't you get your ass on wax tellin' lies about how you live
  Now I dedicate this to my real strugglers
  Make 'em feel ya, fuck makin' em love ya
  And y'all gon' learn, them thugs and hustlers

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  Uptown Anthem

  Hey, you could smoke a spliff with a cliff
  But there's still no mountain high enough, or wide enough to touch
  The naughty nappy nasty nigga the nasty trashy hoe happy pappy
  That's Happi to be Nappi
  Me and Vin rock when spots hit flocks
  And groups and troops with timbo boots and jail suits
  That's how I'm rollin' my hair-do don't
  Win I will I got wantin' competition ain't dope
  Beat ya break ya broke ya smoke ya take ya
  Send you to your little group on mute, sooner or later
  You wanna flip, tell 'em full semi half with a dip
  And all that other ringling brothers shit
  Sporty naughty hi bye greater than nature while I
  Shin slam the flim flim and then jam
  You can run but you can't hide, you can't go far
  No matter where you go, there you are
  We gonna break, we gonna bash
  We gonna roll, we gonna smash
  We gonna break, we gonna bash
  We gonna roll, we gonna smash
  Here we go yo
  Hit a nigga, kill a nigga will come back
  See a sucker, stretch a sucker guard your naps
  Cussin wasn't nothin' til a black man rapped
  See a forty suck a forty, guess who's back
  You're chillin' with a Teddy fillin' villian
  Steppin' to the puny puddy punks catchin' fillings
  I hit so many guts, call me gutter, I'm the bread and butter
  Punk motherfucker I'll cut up, workin' from the gut up
  Brand new steady, heavy as a Chevy
  Ready for the piddy peddy, I'm Friddie Freddie
  Place your bet on a vet, the three man threat
  What you see is what you get
  We gonna break, we gonna bash
  We gonna roll, we gonna smash
  We gonna break, we gonna bash
  We gonna roll, we gonna smash
  Comin' round your corner with my uptown bunch
  I bet your bottom dollar that you're bottom buck chumps
  Give it up, it's a juice thing, I'm steppin' for the rep and
  Wreckin' all the rest and, weapon testin' on who's steppin'
  Ain't no bluff for the niggy nuff, for the rugged ruff stuff
  Nigga if you're tough knuckle up
  I'll cut your ass like class, then blast you by the trash
  After I laugh then I'll dash
  You can't handle the scandal of an uptown vandal
  Shootin' up your toes makin' sandals
  Somebody told me that you owe me, but can't nobody hold me
  I do my dirt all by my lonely
  We gonna break, we gonna bash
  We gonna roll, we gonna smash
  We gonna break, we gonna bash
  We gonna roll, we gonna smash
  We gonna
  We gonna
  We gonna
  We gonna
  We gonna
  We gonna
  We gonna
  We gonna
  We gonna
  We gonna

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  World Goes Round

  Check it out
  I heard this track here right and I kind of felt a lil' somethin'
  You know, it took my mind some place it ain't been
  So I'm trying to figure out what make this world go round for real
  People are stressin'
  Oh how, oh how come every time we have problems they nix none
  Sending people to other plants when they still ain't fix this one
  Victims from a distance, predictions of affliction
  Some faction cause frictions, some fractions need fixing
  Mixing making music man to make it work
  Some sticking shakin' bruisin' damn just ta brake a purse
  It's worse misguided some guttered locked on the block
  'Cuz the cops can't be trusted
  Busted, trusted, frustrated, frustrations of no more patience
  Insides are cold and vacant, check how we lay it
  Why when we speak they try to stifle our breath
  Cock a rifle to chest
  Then ya have the party of your life at your death
  Oh, I wanna know, I wanna know, oh, life goes
  So I look at the kids and wonder where their life might go
  Get high to tell ya low that's how its done on the bricks
  We all mad at the world when the world ain't done shit
  Just the people in it and the scavengers who function
  Who destroy the earth then blame the earth for its malfunctions
  And that's getting maybe a tad bit too deep to follow
  But the black form is strong and far from being hollow
  Why do we get so much into this freeing Willy when Willy is free
  He and them ain't doing shit to free my city
  And it's a pity for those who can't get the nitty gritty
  That's when the gritty gets grimy and the wicked gets witty
  So much pain on the brain can't restrain
  Place the comma, too much drama but I'll bleed to please my momma
  So I'm a strive to perfection, leave pride in slum sections
  Keep wit my crew and make all due connections, connections
  But, but, but, but, but that's what makes the world go round
  But, but, but, but, but that's what makes the world go round
  The axis and down the carousel
  Oh, how the ways?
  Nowadays baby's coming from spitting out momma's nipple
  From the cradle to the killa leaving corpse and cripples
  A Brooklyn boy dies shot by a cop for a play gun
  Our kids days are up even if they ain't stray ones
  You lay one or two on the more now the merrier the day's dumb
  When crews war and now streets get scarier
  Cops hit blocks saying we'll beat 'em into freedom
  Then we feel robbed like there's no God when we need Him
  So we act accordingly cause we don't' see enjoyment
  The only line of business I'm offered is unemployment
  So we gots to get ours and ours gotta get it
  And it is what it be so see that I'm with this
  Media has us believin' they hype
  Don't pull out ya new shoes that's faking
  Before our whole race is stripped naked
  That's what makes the world go round
  The axis and down the carousel
  But, but, but, but, but that's what makes the world go round
  The axis and down the carousel

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  Would've Done The Same For Me

  We're in the time where many doors are too hard to enter in
  And many people really ain't worth the mentionin'
  Thugs, me hugs and plus a little gentle friend
  Or the mentals if I while I get attention then
  Do my drama from court to case
  While others turn they back I turn my hate to faith
  That's why I'm here, boo boo's, any place or date
  If there's tear in my eyes you come to dry my face
  Now thats deep, y'all turned from my fans to my friends
  After the past, I didn't think I could stand it again
  On the streets, me and Miny wonderin' shall I kill
  I do for all, when will someone ask me how I feel?
  Ladies, if you're down and my pics on you're wall
  Just pop in this song and I wont let you fall
  To all my ladies, got your letters and I love you to death
  Now I appreciate the breath that the dear Lord left
  Why do I stand for my fame and put it down for my peeps?
  (Ooh, I like it)
  Because they would've done the same for me
  Why do I see my women fallin' down and put 'em back on they feet?
  Because they would've done the same for me
  Why do I put it down for the streets and my R.I.P's?
  (Ooh, and I like it)
  Because they would've done the same for me
  Why do I embrace the face that sets the mob free?
  Because they would've done the same for me
  With the kindness of people and most don't even know
  'Cause this wilderness wasn't designed to see us grow
  My thugs through the years who've always been true
  Just know I take the bullet for you
  Life ain't livin' without givin', worth fryin' for lyin'
  Ain't Jack for free, but I'm supplyin' if you're tryin'
  Have friends before the Benz, respect before a Lexus
  Mamas gave us life, but brothas have to protect us
  Some wonder why I still got love
  Why I still live in the hood and why I still share grub?
  Why I play with the kids, lose money on clubs?
  To keep my people off the streets and away from the slugs
  Sometimes rats run traps while our sista's get named
  Sometimes bitches do thangs and our queens get blamed
  But I'm puttin' things on blast for my women and G's
  'Cause you would've done the same for me
  Why do I stand for my fame and put it down for my peeps?
  (Ooh, I like it)
  Because they would've done the same for me
  Why do I see my women fallin' down and put 'em back on they feet?
  Because they would've done the same for me
  Why do I put it down for the streets and my R.I.P's?
  (Ooh, and I like it)
  Because they woulda done the same for me
  Why do I embrace the face that sets the mob free?
  Because they would've done the same for me
  Where's my ladies who support and who understand when
  Yeah I'm tired but I still gotta visit the pen
  I appreciate you love the love I show them
  Woulda want the same thing if I had to go in
  Lost the love of my life over stress and strife
  If I couldn't care for me, I couldn't care for a wife
  So I looked at the Lord and what He said was right
  "There's obstacles but everything is gonna be alright"
  If you feelin' what I'm feelin, lay back and give me love
  So when you see me on the streets or clubs give me hug
  To understand unity you have to understand we
  You and I, you and them, them and me, see
  Y'all did for me, now I'll bow for the royalty
  Just to know y'all is the love the loyalty
  Behind every strong man there's a strong lady with 'em
  Behind me I seem to have a whole nation of women
  Why do I shout out all my women and adore my queens?
  (Ooh, I like it)
  Because they would've done the same for me
  Why do I destroy anything that stops my team's dreams?
  'Because they would've done the same for me
  Why do I see my people is and tell 'em what I see to be?
  (Ooh, and I like it)
  Because they would've done the same for me
  Why do I embrace the face that sets the mob free?
  Because they would've done the same for me
  (Ooh, I like it)

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  Wickedest Man Alive

  Mercifully, mercifully, mercifully massacre naughty by nature
  Trough it ever time comin' at a dance
  My man treacherous MC go on let the saxophone man play a little
  Make it lovely
  You got beef well what we do talk to the bunny sunny
  He's the man bugs the thug wit the money funny
  That you should mention as my family they covered
  Wassup to my cousins and my sisters and my Warner brothers
  Birds of a feather, flap and fold and be together
  No matter what your whatever, endeavor, find us better
  You mean he, she, them, him, those and others
  Let's kill two ducks in one, pluck, initiate the trouble
  For those who disagree, I maybe feel the need to front it
  Show me your whole entire crew, two shoes and I'ma run it
  Do you want it? Maybe so, but just know, we're rollin' spreads
  You claim you want it but you need it
  Just about as much as a hole in ya head
  This is a flower show, a product float a while ago
  Witha new swing, I think so, bring it, sing it, act like you know
  And if ya don't, you won't by the time this track is done
  Queen Latifah the sire, give 'em some, come
  Every time they comin' at the dance, what you know
  It's time for rum, yeah man
  Every time they comin' at the dance, what you know
  It's for jammin', g'yeah know?
  Every time they come, you know they come without the flow
  Soon we have a single, they're the quickest out the door
  The wickedest man, the wickedest man in dance hall, well y'know
  I'm out for rum
  Come 118th street keeps production, conjunction junction nothin'
  Huh, what's your function?
  I don't mean to be blunt or front, true or rude
  How can he diss? Your honey dip looks like a honey dude
  So keep it to yourself, greedy when you're in good health
  So before you come and try the treach, try yourself
  'Cos I ain't havin' it, remember act like you know
  And if ya can't act jack, you best find the door
  I hate to think a trade, I slot another, see ya gator
  A stam yada, peace, sasalama, lick 'em later
  Yeah, you don't have a chance, but I see ya next
  This track is Kaygee's baby and he named it Def
  I'm smokin' in 'em, it's like chimneys, I ain't friendly
  Fuck your fendy, I'm swingin' for your diet kidney
  Pimples are simple to pop, I want temple's op
  Then slop your rock wit more floppin' than a waffle spot
  The wickedest man alive, I am what I am and I'm
  Damn good to be a no good, hooded by
  The wiggle in the middle, simple to party thumps
  They call me the wickedest man alive, make 'em jump
  Every time they comin' at the dance, what you know
  It's time for rum, yeah man
  Every time they comin' at the dance, what you know
  It's for jammin', g'yeah know?
  Every time they come, you know they come without the flow
  Soon we have a single, they're the quickest out the door
  The wickedest man, the wickedest man in dance hall, well y'know
  I'm out for rum
  Gettin' it and hittin' wit it a old fashion weapon
  When you're slippin', I got time
  Try to stand and get rammed like a stop sign
  The bad just got worse within one verse
  Put the shitty verse and reverse and this fella's first
  Wreckin' is second, so back wit'cha wacked disc
  For candle after candle and still couldn't wax this
  I be the wickedest while you're still the wackest
  I need wallpaper to list what your track miss
  This is a double decker from the head wrecker, neck and head checker
  Check the check and who's def? Who's left ya?
  Standin' back cannin' ya, plan to stay back
  I'm down wit kay's tracks, black, this is the payback, lay back, jack
  I have you every which way but loose, blowin' your sound proof
  That's happenin' to me, your thanks for givin' a neck noose
  This comes naturally, all day and night
  I make a party of all lefty's leave screamin' out, "Alright"
  Talkin' 'bout needin' a lot more work than you had
  Twelve years, twelve hundred, twelve inches and sold one
  Who's gettin' done? Who's swifter? Who's badder?
  You be able to get down wit some help in a step ladder
  This is another song, we check out the style that I've
  Picked and rip, I be the wickedest man alive
  No rude boy, come test the sound of 'Treacherous MC'

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  Work

  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)
  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
  Fuck you, fuck your crew fool and all that shit
  Bitch, it's a new nigga on the premises, 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, motherfucker
  Don't trust your bitch ass fool as far as I can thrust you
  Don't make no sudden moves fool and I won't have to bust you
  Trigga Treach, he got his pistol do
  We puttin' in work from here to Russia fool
  So what the fuck y'all here to do, work
  Huh, and it's on like that motherfucker 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, 'cos I puts in work
  Fatal how the hood'll hate you, caught up in drama
  Colors and ganja like black auto totes 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, huh, 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
  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 [unverified]
  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 fuck over Tommy
  I puts in work, I puts in work and it's on like that
  Motherfucker with them snakes and rats
  I puts in work, work and it's on like that
  Hope you motherfuckers watch your back
  'Cos 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