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Intro: Treach 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 terminating you Verse 1: Treach 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 a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief The reason I called you 'pussy' cos 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 *laughter* 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 Verse 2: Treach 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 ????, 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 Verse 3: Treach 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 hip-hop 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 amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do Yoke the joker! |
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Intro: Queen Latifah
Mercifully, mercifully, mercifully massacre, Naughty By Nature Thru it ever time, comin at a dance My man Treacherous MC, go on, let the saxophone man play a little Make it lovely Verse 1: Treach 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, endeavour, 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 flow-er show, a product float a while ago Witta 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 Chorus: Queen Latifah Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know It's time for rum, man, yeah man Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know It's for jammin, g'yeah know? Everytime they come, you know they come without the flow Soon we have a single, they're the quickest out the door The wickedest mna, the wickedest man in dancehall, well y'know I'm out for rum, COME!!!! Verse 2: Treach 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 honeydip 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 Chorus Verse 3: Treach 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 ta 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 Outro: Queen Latifah No rude bwoy, come test the sound of Treacherous MC Massacre Naughty By Nature, crew come flec, man, eaze up |
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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) Break it down! |
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[Intro] 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? [Chorus] Everything's gonna be alright (alright) Everything's gonna be alright (alright) Everything's gonna be alright now (alright) Everything's gonna be alright (alright) [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2] 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 napsack Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack 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? [Chorus] 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 ??? 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 illtown 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 [Outro] 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 Why me? (alright) |
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erse 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 PEACE <br |
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Intro: Kay Gee
*phone dialling* (Hello?) Hello, it's '91. Buckle up, guard your grill! Hee hee (Har what the fuck?) Has this ever happened to you? Can you name this tune? These victims knew how to guard they grill, this would've never happened! Verse 1: Treach 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 thru 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 wuz up? Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, yup! Chorus: 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! Verse 2: Treach 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 nottin, 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 nuff Then go around to them and him because ??? ??? 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 ??? 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 girls, 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 Chorus Verse 3: Treach 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 yaeh, 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 shhh... 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 pharoah with a psycho Put down ya handgun, up which'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 Chorus Outro: [Vin Rock] This goes out to the 118th Street Posse My man J Scratch in the house, y'knowhutI'msayin? And oh yaeh, pss pss pss pss [Kay Gee] Don't forget, guard your grill, knuckle up! [Treach] A strong what up to my man Kid Capri [KG] This goes out to my man Jack Don I gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza [T] What's up to Clark Kent and my man Face! [KG] This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The Hill Cos they know how to definitely guard they grill [Vinny] I gotta say what's up to my man Dre and Easy in the house [T] 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! [Vinny] Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta here PEACE! |
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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 Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go |
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Intro: Vin Rock
(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) Verse 1: Treach I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the fuck up, ho" Shit, shaved, and bathed e'ryday 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 thru your crew, now whatchu wanna do? After that, caps off to the black frost My pants always sag cos I rap my ass off (Oooooh) You wanna talk about a badboy *?sanchoi?* I'm bad as they come, chum, straight up ricochet rap style 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 its cravin is icecream 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 Interlude: 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 Verse 2: Vin Rock Prepare for the worst, cos I ain't livin loss I wouldn't just give a fuck, cos givin is free and my fuck's cost ????? your loss in The Source, cos 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 (You don't?) So don't start, there will be none is the lesson, folks I hate cigarettes but my Smith & 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 Cos 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 Interlude: 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) Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock 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 ????? 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?) Cos you don't mean shit to me I'ma take you ????? 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, god damn, call me VinRocky (ha ha) 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 win-te, 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 If bullshit was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's ass |
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Intro: Vin Rock, (homies), (KayGee)
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 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 Kay, 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 pyjamas and pillow 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 (KnowhutI'msayin, Mark? 45 ki's) Verse 1: Treach 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 way's 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 kepp 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 backdoor 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 thru "Wit what?" is what you ask, I come thru 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, huh, I might want her (Word em up) (Damn, he just rip that shit) Verse 2: Treach (Oooooh, 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 two's 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 "Hmmmm" 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 He'll 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 Outro: KayGee giving shoutouts |
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Verse One: Treach
Hey, you could smoke a spliff with a cliff But there's still no mountain hiiiigh 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 When 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 Chorus: repeat 2X We gonna BREAK, we gonna BASH We gonna ROLL, we gonna SMASH Verse Two: Treach, Vinnie 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 Chorus Verse Three: Treach 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 Chorus |
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