Naughty By Nature - Nineteen Naughty Nine Nautre'S Fury (1999) by Naughty By Nature (보컬) on maniadb.com

(Chorus x2)
Ring the alarm
Jersey bring the bitch out the bastards
Woah yeah
We get cash in wit bass D.O.A.
You'll find that higher Brick City D.O.A.

(Verse 1)
It just ain't yo time yet, and you still claimin rhyme vet
Criticise us when yo bitch ass ain't even signed yet
Instincts is mental, some bitch stinkin gentle
Go reshine yo symbol and rethink yo demo
If fifth was a fifth we'd both be drunk
And if it hurt my shit he'd be dead in the trunk
Fuck the funk, pass the puck
And parade on Upper Lassgate
The charge in the city is still perform for Petacky
In that case it must be Naughty for life
Shout out to all my niggas doin 20 to life
I trust fools about as far as I can see you tricks
So fuck you wit 2, think quick I don't need you jinx (Ha!)

CHORUS x2 (Replace Jersey with Westside on repeat)

(Verse 2)
Spoke the mic and let you kiss of death
Smokin MCs before they have a chance to take one breath
I got the shit to blow right through yo vest
Any nigga thinkin they wanna step 2 this, jump and test
Naughty's been known for bringin major niggas max of stress
Never want us in yo party cos we crack yo set
Little juvenile delinquent gets a classic vet
Somebody come and grab yo child before I snap his neck
Uuh! Yeah! You motherfuckers disgrace me
I'll make money but the money don't make me
Niggas like you be always actin so flakey
Chess while you runnin round yo hood, don't shake ya
Crowd puts it down on the level above
It's international called Illtown love
Witness this motherfucker just turn the mic on
I spit this shit from my bitches who get they dyke on, rap pawns

CHORUS x2 (Replace Jersey with Midwest on repeat)

(Verse 3)
Jerry taps some more caps, ooh where you goin
Reapin in somebody half six in the mornin
Whoo, and the rollin deep with they gat in they hand
With they wars canine, and they batterin rams
Somebody that got them mad
Bitch rollin through the front fence, strollin through my back
If Vin move the llello, continue to lay low
You try to fuck me now you've been doe rubbin day hoe
Could've been on the payroll, but you wanna play bro
So muthafuck you and tell the captain I say so
I'll show you the master you dick writin bastard
My lawyer's so good, she gonna be workin in Alaska

CHORUS x2 (Replace Jersey with Eastside on repeat)

"Hey!"

Chorus:
(Phiness)
We came here to party, join together everybody
Let's celebrate (iss a party goin on)
Iss a holiday (iss a party goin on)
We came here to party, throw your hands up everybody
Let's celebrate (iss a party goin on)
Iss a holiday (iss a party goin on)

(Vinnie)
Once again, iss on, it's been awhile since you heard the style
Yes it took a little time but now we worth your while
To all of you from my crew who been waitin so long, this
track caps off at that official Naughty bomb shit
The Ill-town party rhyme sayer
Depletin MC's like the ozone layer
May acquire my desires and like vintage wine
we shall sell no rhyme, before iss time
I'm, the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By Association
Which meanin that you FAKE ASS NIGGAZ who connected to them
SNAKE ASS NIGGAZ, don't come up in my FACE, ASS NIGGAZ
You try to keep on rhymin like you did't know
Naughty By Nature came to save ya from them BULLSHIT shows

Chorus

(Treach)
The Feds pick up the balance, watchin everything that we touch
But yeah I see the D stuck in the V-S-E-and-G truck
They watchin us, plan on knockin us, threw binoculars
My nigga I connect the bottom LOCK to the top of us
You take the topic, ain't no profit
But give me a picture, and a compass, and I'll do a Nostradamus
Find that ass on a quick spot, catch you slippin
like ice and silk solks, the cover of your album
be the back of milkbox
See I'm an iffer hit a shitter like an old timer
Momma, I dig a vagina like a gold miner
I'ma, rebel rhymer time trauma minus your momma
equal a lot less drama, let me talk to you mami
Maybe you could come to Dirty Jerz, New Jeru, witcha crew
You bring that ass, I'll bring the brew
And hit some Thug Passion, and roast some D
From incense to hash'n, niggaz HOT, talkin bout crashin

Chorus

(Phiness)
Do we (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Do we
Do we, dumdum-dum-dum-dum-dum

(Vinnie)
So yo the moral of the story in this game called rap
Either we all gon' clap, or somebody gon' get clapped
And I'm not down with that, sure as my name's Vin Rock
In '99 I will officially re-open up the block
And dedicate my life to preservation of hip-hop
I'm tired of seein the people of my culture gettin shot
And now I must step up because I know that's all we got
I must do it, pursue it, before all the maggots make it rot
Hip-Hop, it ain't gon' die, it's gon' diversify
And as long as I'm alive, I'm gon' promote the I
And no matter how many people try to use or difuse it
It ain't nuttin like hip-hop music!!

Chorus 2X

(Phiness)
Do we .. doo-wee
Do we .. doo-wee-yeah..
Do we, dumdum-dum-dum-dum-dum

*sounds of an automatic being fired then a single gunshot*

(Master P)
Unnnnnnnnnnnngh! He heh
Master P and Treach nigga
It's all family baby
Get them Naughty boys I got the No Limit Soldiers
And when we posse up these niggaz gon' pay us

Chorus: Phiness (Mystikal)

I thought I told you have my mo ney (Whatcha wan' do nigga?)
You got until sunrise, or lose your life (Whatcha gon' do nigga?)
We comin with them thangs, and we ready to ride
(Where they at? Let's GET EM!)
Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die)
(Where they at? Let's GET EM!)

(Vinnie)
With a little bit of taste of the bass to the face
in the place for anybody not payin-on-time
Rather be up in a six foot cell
before I let another nigga get flagrant-with-mine
And we be takin all cash, no checks, so go cancel this
I know niggaz are so scandalous
The ones I bust I'ma show em nuff ? on how many people
thinkin that they can stand with this, sheeyit
I thought somebody told you, BOY
Them Naughty niggaz ain't no toys
You're f**kin with sixteen styles over sixteen bars
Sixteen car man entourage
And when we get things started, I'm the hardest artist
Styles I flips retarded
Family who can handle this
From Illtown to S.E. to Los Angeles

Chorus

(Treach)
Hear the tale, of the n'Illtown O.G., better know me
Shape the gold teeth, CD be, bring the clip shells
and Olde E and gats, so no one gets close to me
and down to scrap, raise em from that
True tradition, RAISE EM UP, and gangsta bitches
that'll blaze them butts, don't play for f**k
Now we had a dealer knock off joints, Julie's jackin
with the drop-off point (yo what the deal nigga)
You backed out, I f**kin WITNESSED it
And have partners have to split shit with


(Nah, pay me now, bust it)
At sundown see I went on work
I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat
Watch a thug rock, slugs pop
With every cop on the block, with double-eye on my mugshots
He better pay me like he postin bail
or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail

Chorus

(Mystikal)
Don't look now, but I'M BACK!!
Now give me all my props again
I gotta kick your motherf**kin ass for steppin on my MOCASSINS!!
We blended with Treach and Vinnie from Naughty By Nature
It's Mystikal with Silkk the Shocker and 'nem
No Limit Lieutenant is at it again!!
Catch me in the studio, tappin in from it, actin bad with a pen!!
No blackin, no ant-draggin, no babblin
I'm grabbin the mic in the booth when they peak
I'ma gon' get me started WRASSLIN!!
Turnin and tusslin
Clutchin and musclin
I saw myself the demons when I'm BUSTIN THEM
If you wanna live you wouldn't F**K WITH THEM
Don't F**K WITH THEM

(Silkk the Shocker)
Ha hah, don't f**k with them, look
Nigga, I keep a tight show, Luciano type dough
Feature Al Capone's way out nigga, I got that type of flow
Don't floss, if it ain't yours
See we a bunch of feature artists, y'all a bunch of "and mores.."
Get the picture like Van Gogh, plus they done banned our tours
Catch me gettin my floss on walkin 'cross marble tan floors
Can't even touch the flow, can't even touch no coat
Bitch I'm made now, I can't even much touch no mo'
F**k the whole rap game up nigga just, one of my lines
Say y'know a nigga like me, you're lyin bitch
cause I'm like one of a kind
From the Jerz to the five-oh we get down and dirty ya heard?
I gotta eat, so I gotta go to street, cop two keys and a bird
.. So y'all better have what you owe me! By sundown
.. Or else I'ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys and 'nem
.. We gonna get y'all!

Chorus

[Treach]
No crooked cops pass my pocket or my peoples cause they evil to my people
Fuck procedure hope that ass can spell illegal search and seizure
Banged before ain't forgettin go 'head start all your crap
and get a boot from a lawsuit and a news conference at eleven
Routine stops how often? Tri day before last week (word?)
Always tryin to pull me over on these dark ass streets
Gave the war two blocks, two middle fingers like my nigga
Mr. Fuck-a-Cop Tupac so fuck them mug shots that you got
My Boo stops for nathin, know that Bonnie and Clyde
If that was then there'll be no Texas with you Tommy's inside
Chasin cases got that badge and know you runnin the place
But that ain't NAR' a fuckin reason to have them guns in my face
And your attitude's, like you ain't no had no nookie (go jerk off)
Shit, get your sights, get off that rookie shit
Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun
You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run

I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one!

[Vinnie]
Hardcore on my block just because I'm black
Cause I'm ghetto superstar you pull me out of my car
Well motherfucker I'm not knowin what they put in yo' ear
The only thing I'm transportin is my Naughty hear
I don't sell coke no mo', but still I make fast dough
by slangin records by the millions, what you question me fo'?
Runnin my plates, registration, and insurance thus far
L-X fo'-seventy's my COMPANY car
So next time you think about, pullin over Uncle Vinnie
I'ma call Dan Nolan, sue your whole fuckin city

[Treach]
Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun
You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run

I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one!

So you won't, give the Illy nones
Like I fucked your bitches, silly grudge
Yeah protect and serve that ass, with a billy club
Go the right way, to get rid of ya, political riddle ya
Fuck with me I'll turn you to a traffic ticketer
To put it plain I'm SICK of ya, cherry tops are pitiful
Break bones and ligments, can't fix it, so dig shit
To keep niggaz ig'nant, and in crap, like pig shit
that's just a fragment, of what they invent, to bend shit
Years were handed, for Joe, left by Judy with the booty crew
but they blame the game Suzy with the snooty two (who?)
The Blockout Thugs plus the hoochie crew, shit I keep my uzi too
Who the fuck are you to tell a fool rules?
I got somethin for those droppin a loss
And somethin else for all you FAGGOTS pullin me out of my car
Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun
You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run

I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one!

(Treach) You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)
{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}
{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}
(Treach) Turn up your motherf**kin RADIO (Turn it up!)
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!

Verse One: Treach

I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER
Sucker motherf**kers better call me SIRE
To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE
I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE
Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers
Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers
Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher
Glad to meet you MOTHERF**K THAT, nice to mush ya
The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles
of beer of beer on the wall on the wall
The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!
Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of
happened to happened to fall
we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL
So I asked some-motherf**kin-body who breed's the bangest?
Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!
Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought
Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!
(Niggy what?!)

Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach

{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}
{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}
(Treach) Turn up your motherf**kin RADIO (Turn it up!)
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!

Verse Two: Vinnie

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


We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes
Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime
Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me
The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.
Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the
where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer
epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to
guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over
so call up with your request it's been a good long while
Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial

Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach

(Treach) Turn up your motherf**kin RADIO (Turn it up!)
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!

Verse Three: Treach

When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock
Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock
Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob
Dressin wildin up my niggaz ? slice my tuner top
The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts
But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped
Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block
Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop
Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot
Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop
My motto here you see is no way slick
Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick
Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics
like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes
(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this
I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED

Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*

(Treach) Turn up your motherf**kin RADIO (Turn it up!)
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!

Jamboree

[Treach]
I wanna see y’all who wanna plan with me
Wave your hands across the land if we family
Say hot-damn hot-damn we wanna jamboree
This is for my peeps here I stand for you cause you stand for me

[Chorus]
C’mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn
I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree
I know I jam, I know I jam jam while oh damn why don’t you Jamboree for me?
Yes, Indeed

[Treach]
Kaboom kaboom the platoon came on in eight limbs and timbs
Broke rims smoked sims whoop dogs with bent rims
For the real and the raw from whoo’d up with the law
I never kill for the thrill but I cut for the cars
Smokin’ budda with a hoota’ get better prices from looters
Shake my shell with the shooters leed a luga with duga
Some say modeling and acting mean treach is selling
(man he’s Sellin’)
While I’m yelling first a felon with my gat at ya melon (BOOYAH)
Hella heated, I’m too ill for them to beat it
We the most cheated most weeded most needed
You best believe it
Lets take the tapes jam for me, stand for me
Your’e damned to be without the jamboree

[Chorus 1x]

[Vinnie]
We’ve put it down since the days of high school
and everywhere we Mark we rule
Naughty’s about to raise our stock
And we didn’t come to brag about what we got nigga
We came to rock
We blew the spot taking the streets to pac
You’d be thug-style for a while (?then cold rolled our jock?)
Using the last few years as our evidence
Niggas been tryin’ to duplicate the mixture ever since
You live in value reprimanding
If you challenge me I guarantee
When we finish I’ll be the last man standing
Fuck what you heard naughty is forever in demand when
Kay drop tracks all the party people jammin’

[Treach]
I wanna see y’all who wanna plan with me
Wave your hands across the land if we family
Say hot-damn hot-damn we wanna jamboree
This is for my peeps here I stand for you cause you stand for me

[Chorus 1x]

[Treach]
I ask the thugs who have mercy in these days is dirty
I’m still sturdy and flirty till my derby for jersey
The funk is pass-booted lights-camera-shoot it
I just did it to do it that’s why I suit it and boot it
Here’s the graphic niggas is just tattered and added
Orgy’s are automatic from back-traffic to addicts
Crush the cabbage straight from the savage to lavish
We rip those who rat it thats why your click had it
(?dog?) cats to cuchies for me its lootchie then hootchies
Cause we’ll drop a cuzzie that leaves your whole label woozy
And shitty and dizzy because your whole city miss me
And whip out they titties
And from they kiddies throw me 50’s in bundles of 100’s
And make every hater want it
Drunk and blunt it knock onto the hottest nigga comin’
Kay scratch and cut ya no matta what you make or
Wanna come and touch her the punani rusher like Usher

[Chorus 2x to fade]
[Zhane]
(Jam On It) (Jam-Jam-Jam) (Jam-Jam-Jam) (Jam On It)

[Mag] (Castro) "Car Wash sample"
"Hey!"
Butter.
"One of us! Right away!"
"Work"
Uh where all my hustlers?
(Where them thugs at?)
All my ballers.
What let's do it like this. (Get up!)
Uh what.
(Indiana Indiana!)
"Work"
Mag in this muth yo.
Killa Castro from Queens trigga Treach.
(New Jeru, Dirty Jerz.)

[Mag]
Well can you get it like I get it, I got to get my blood
Known for slangin yayo and part the lick with my thugs
F**k you, f**k your crew fool and all that shit
Bitch, it's a new nigga on the premesis
"Work"
Ah, puttin it down like I knows to
What, splittin these hata's wigs like I'm supposed to
Whenever you, wanna act the fool, and come and test
Get that ak slug through your vest
Forget your dog, get bucked
Wind up and see you with all the garbage stuck
Now you in the depths of Hell, feel like damn it ain't my lucky day
Never shoulda looked my way, motherf**ker
Don't trust your bitch ass fool as far as I can thrust ya
Don't make no sudden moves fool and I won't have to bust ya
Trigga Treach he got his pistol do
We puttin in work from here to Russia fool
So what the f**k y'all here to do
"Work"
Huh, and it's on like that
Motherf**ker and it's on like that
"I puts in work"
And it's on like that
Yo dog I hope you cleaned your strap
"Uh huh, 'cause I puts in work"

[Castro]
Fatal how the hood'll hate you, caught up in drama
Colors and ganja like black autototes for armor
Millies and macks never the same pocket
Kept his phillies and crack how the streets rock it
Switch em, b cases like he fathered the system
Organized block cinemas away from the prison
With souls, lost rows and so on
Fall victim to the streets and so much can go wrong
Rebels meet crumble and majesties for salaries
Out of towners and goose downers introduce pounders
A lay loot for power evil roots shoot through cowards
Lettin other niggas just regulate they hours


Coke or chronic, philly roll millie by his scrotum
Barrel x to g packs
Never got along with cops, like it was Brett Favre and D backs
It's how rap cats believe that
"Just puttin in work"
And it's on like that
Castro, you know it's on like that
"Huh huh huh huuuh work"
And it's on like that
Yeah y'all we gettin it on like that
"Puttin it in y'all, puttin it in y'all"

[Treach]
Check it, I get deep voice like Barry
All you keep, naw you keep
Forgot I got permit to carry
All you sleep
Look at me, his face I'll bury
I look at you and say that's what happens when cousins marry
"Work"
Hate that funk shit, don't show up
Tore up from the floor up
My gat's so fat it needs to loose weight like hold up
On the run huh, it might be bailin in a Bronco
I be layin low from Rocko
In a condo outside of Toronto
How I feel about y'all poppin shit
Like a constipated port a lot of noise but you ain't droppin shit
This is me here, it ain't no other man
Always into somebody's business like you was (?)
"Work"
Nigga I puts in like ten men
Kick up more dust than dirt
Drinkin more gin than Vin
Well see no El Nino or ghetto tsunami
Couldn't drop up on me so we got to f**k over Tommy
"I puts in work"
I puts in work, and it's on like that
Motherf**ker with them snakes and rats
I puts in work
"Work"
And it's on like that
Hope you motherf**kers watch your back
'cause I puts in work
"Work"
"New Jerus y'all Dirty Jerz y'all"
"Work"
"Ah ow, Indiana comin on through"
"Work"
"Oh, what it mean y'all comin from Queens"
"Work"
"Hey, put it down for my town"

(Big Punisher)
Big Pun baby
You miss me?

{see Pun gon' sing then he gon' rhyme}
{let me lick you girl where the sun don't shine}
{I'm gon' sing Treach gon' rhyme}
{let me lick you girl where the sun don't shine}

Chorus: Big Pun + backup singer (repeat 2X)

We can do it in the middle of the night girl
We can do it on the beach in the sunlight
We can do it anywhere that you like girl
Long as you do it, and do it, all night

(Big Punisher)
So how you like it mama? In the morning coming out the sho-wah?
How bout the middle of the night, late after hours?
My powers be have her comin hard to God, say good Muslim
from the way I crush the sun, the moon, and then the stars
Punisher's large like the planets
But if you make my dick hard like Janet
Then you can ride the Squad transit
Trizz Nathaniel to you, can you handle my crew?
Bend over by the fridge and hand me your brew
This is how we do, that's just how you do
Throw a hand in the air, and scream Trizz Power rules
(Trizz Power rules) Again (Trizz Power rules)
That means you run train, with your whole damn crew, c'mon

Chorus

(Treach)
Dirty Jerz, wettin the set, with no sweat and Moet
If you want the Treach, there's no dick with no lickin
for you home or hubby, how come ? make it sunny
You took off the rag, so don't get mad that it's runny
I f**k with the rubby, and long stroke don't poke
Put the hooter in your cooler til your booty gets soaked
I knock it from the front, and make you look at your foot
Hit it solo from the back I might forget how you look
An old crook crashin knowin who wanna screw
I've been f**kin ever since you called it doin the do


Now who you doin it to? The f**kin screw of the crew?
Hittin somethin and drunk drivin past the boys in the blue
Talkin to you

Chorus

(Treach)
Poo-tang..tang.. no scallywagging! Now
hit it from the Illtown ground to Cali alley, now
bang it in a Boogie Down building, with no windows (BX)
With your partner riding Big Pun, passin indo
If Pun smack her ass tell her grab his gut
Cause when I pop the cock, watch the nuts erupt
Been platinum, no more sleepin on latin rappin (boricua)
So get your mackin crackin and Pun pass the Magnum

(Big Pun)
It's me Big Pee the bachelor
Your Secret Garden need a weeder whacker
All I need is my gat and my black Cleopatra
She the master of seduction with a classy introduction
Must be after somethin way she make that ass function
Pass the Dutch and take off your boots
I'ma call my troops, and just work that caboose
Terror Squad the truth, we the proof for the kids
In the Coupe with the Trizz, WHOOT! There it Is, c'mon

(backup singer)
Take off your clothes, meet me in the bathtub
I wanna get it on, scrub a dub rub
Last night baby, told me that you'd stay
and when I awake it seems like you're gone for days

Chorus (minus Big Pun) only *1X*

(backup singer)
We can do it in the middle of Little Italy
Don't worry about your man, he can't do diddily
Ohhhh... I can do it better!

(Pun) Senora! (Senora) Senorita! (Senorita)

(Chorus 1) X 4
Don't fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now
Check it out

(Chorus 2) X 3
Put em up
What What
Put em up what what

(Chorus 1)

(Vinnie)
Well here's a shot out to all those who think that we slipped
Doing this ever since 165, North 15th breakdancin with slick
Nigga what, I'll beat your butt
You niggas on a beef or what
And if I gotta go deep I'll cut
And if you try to face this
The Naughty by the Nature gonna lace this
Track, we be the cream of the pack
Don't come up in my face with bullshit cuz you're bound to get slapped
And then we'll take it to a level where you're gonna get clapped
And then we'll all be up in court, I don't got time for that
Cuz I'm, one third, naughty
Look into my eyes yeah you know me
Ain't nobody pimpin like us three
Call us masters, o.p.p
And when I draw the line don't get in the way, I'm paper chasin
Or I'll be cuttin you off like Friday the 13th and I'm Jason
Single don't mingle with ladies hearts I'm a thief
I'm not a virgin but Virgo birthday September 17th
And don't ask me for favors cuz it'll be just like pullin teeth
I'm on some new shit with niggas cuz you continually sleep
Don't creep

(Chorus 1) X 4

(Chorus 2) X 3

(Chorus 1)

(Treach)
Dun dun dun dun dun dirty the motherfucker with them jewels on
Did the dirt, turn the news on
Nigga left layin with his shoes on
With every clue gone
You actin nervous, what'd you do wrong?
Nigga lookin shady, all fakey all quiet
Ah forget about it when the feud's on
Now wha-what what put em up that's what the party get
I bartend on some naughty shit
And don't play that shorty shit
We hittin and kickin like (?)
Shakin like (?) chicken like pick pick pick pickin the town
Dickin em down, pickin a hoe, give em a show, the rigamarole
So, if you ever gone report you seen my tribe
I best to pray you got nine lives because your goddamn eyes lied
(...?...) that's 25 lines motherfucker you on my side
What you gonna do wanna do talkin all the drunk talk
At least you'll die high

(Chorus 1) X 4

(Chorus 2) X 3

(Chorus 1)

(Vinnie)
Just look don't touch, just tip my bitch
Cuz things get crazy now
Punk motherfucker gonna pay me now
Got busy got forty got fam got (?) got jet got slash
Diesel do, take apart that ass
Got another motherfucker get cash fast
Did dash smash, who you fought last, him or me?
Them or we? Get Hennessy, you memory
Treachery, and to the right of me, it's that nigga uncle Vinnie
What with K Boogie on the break release
The beat don't cease til we double fuckin platinum apiece
Hands touched

(Chorus 1) X 4

(Chorus 2) X 3

(Chorus 1)

(Treach)
One steps down the path of poverty most know the route
not a pot to piss in or a door to throw it out
All I hear, these days, we say, she say, we say, anyway
He grows, she grows, we grow, listen negro (listen)
I die, you die, few die, who rob, its do or die
You fry, I fry, new play, new day, new God
Tell me, what's the sense of this?
Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me
Had to mention it
You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this
Some plans, one chance, hold heat, hold head, hold theirs (hold ya head)
Peep rules, we proof, meet troops, speak truth, teach youth (teach the youth)
No crews, who's who? New day, new rules, do you:
Break bread, wake heads, check heads, half-a-head for steak feds? (check 'em)
They'll lock your body, even gotti
Grab your shotties for an illuminati (ready)
They'll lock your body as gotti
Grab your shotties it's an illuminati

(Chorus: Phiness)
Open your eyes up, people can't you see?
It's gettin' harder by the day for you and me
All my life I've seen so much misery
Can there be a better place for you and me?

(VinRock)
Why, everytime you try to show a nigga love they shit on you?
F**k I'm suppose to do?
Why, everytime a brother comin' up some pray ya through?
That's what success'll do
Cause I'm a hard workin' black man
In my face stab in my back man
Rob and steal they wanna kill me black man
Tell me now what the deal is black man
Don't ya know the powers in our hand?
Cause we shine we end up six feet inland
When we could build one nation
And it's comprised of all persuasion
African, Latin caught cagin', Asian
New World Order, Hip-Hop Nation
Then we can turn hate to love
like Malcolm and Martin tripped up, open up your eyes

(Chorus: Phiness)
Open your eyes up, people can't you see?
It's gettin' harder by the day for you and me
All my life I've seen so much misery
Can there be a better place for you and me?

(Phiness)
Here today, gone tomorrow
Live then lay, here tomorrow

(Treach)
Tell me, what's the sense of this?
Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me
Had to mention it
You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this
What's the sense of this?
Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me
Had to mention it
You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this

(Chorus: Phiness)
Open your eyes up, people can't you see?
It's gettin' harder by the day for you and me
All my life I've seen so much misery
Can there be a better place for you and me?

(Treach)
Feel me, the end of the century
Feel me, they want us in wakes and penitentiaries (open your eyes)
That's how the envy be
Now they got it, we our own enemies
Feel me, the end of the century
Feel me, they want us in wakes and penitentiaries (open your eyes)
That's how the envy be
Now they got us, we our own enemies