MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
naughty by nature - 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-r-ound*) (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
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), who are you to test 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
Verse 2: Treach, (Vin Rock)
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 witta new thought
You couldn`t smoke butts witta match and a Newport
Here we go, we go, we go again, witta 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 Hos Go, my demo`s all flow
when cursin was a no-no, you dodo
Give it up cos I`m hot witta 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, witta 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, and dildo`s feel how
a starvin hungry MC gets when
MC *?falamin?* your own is the big sin
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
(*Can I get a witness?*)
Verse 3: Treach, (Vin Rock)
(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 MC O-F R-H-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 top to step to a sexy
fancy, prancy and dancy
No cosmo stomp, her`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.......
Pin the tail on the donkey.......
What the?
Yo, yo, yo, yo, wassup yo?
What happened? It`s like that?
We gon` rush you again
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
naughty by nature - wicked bounce
[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]
[Treach]
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]
[Vinnie]
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]
[Treach]
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]
naughty by nature - feel me flow
You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric
lyrically splittin dismissin
I'm on a mission of just hitting
now it's written and kitten hittin wit mittens
I'm missing wishing man listen
I glisten like sun and water while fishing.
Bust the move and then swerve
Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word
Damn, you nerd man, you heard
Coming from the town of Illy and alleys are
full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get
Silly as Sally then found in alleys, I'm rowdy really
1-So here we go now,
Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow
Never mixing with tricking brothers bitching
Over fixins that ain't fittin to be hittin.
On nothin splittin things that's bitten
And gettin written off
Like a fatter bad bladder boy ya pissing 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.
(rpt 1, 1)
The flow pro poetical with skills only
A vet'll know better know where's
The wetter flow that'son point like
Decimals manhandlin new crews
Partying with the Zoo Crew
Looking 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 vertibrates 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 hang
(rpt 1, 1)
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 troop in sections of forties
So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty.
(rpt 1, 1)
naughty by nature - 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)
naughty by nature - 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,
MM
naughty by nature - 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
a
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
her
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
the
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
from this corner.
naughty by nature - 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"
And in the front don't stop, "Clap To This"
naughty by nature - connections
(Treach)
Fuck the toughest I'm danger-ous its 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
(Chorus)
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 --> Method Man
(Road Dawgs)
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'
(VinRock)
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
(Cruddy Click)
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
(Road Dawgs)
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
(VinRock)
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?
(Chorus)
I got connections; I get that ass stuck like glue --> Method Man
(Interlude)
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)
(Kandi Kain)
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 wit
on that one shit keepin' you outnumbered
Collidin' with perfection, every direction can't pay enough protection
naughty by nature - craziest
Verse 1: Treach
My thoughts are thundering tumblin
Sons of bitches switches from yelling ta 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 thru galaxies
Four centuries it's sent to me with the scent of oiu
Witta chain representing penitentiaries
from Roman town to Borentown
From Newark to Illtown
And all you know from
lifers, Rikers ta foesome
Wasn't driving to fast, I was flying to low
You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening to slow
I'm abrupting construction, a pumping assumption
You diss while your family say I'm the best shit since fucking
Struckin 'bout an obstruction or turning something of nothing
From more things to more things, it's the rip in every function
Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks
Looking ta hump Ms. Junk in the trunk, pump pumpin me up
Chorus:
Jersey niggas are the craziest
New York niggas are the craziest
DC niggas are the craziest
Philly niggas are the craziest
LA niggas are the craziest
Chi town niggas are the craziest
Texas niggas are the craziest
Utah niggas are the craziest
Verse 2: Vin Rock
My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff, you get rushed, you
get bust
You call yourself callin my bluff, enough's enough
I'm puttin it down on the real end
This one goes out to all the people who be questioning
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
Chorus:
Detroit niggas are the craziest
Miami niggas are the craziest
Little Rock niggas are the craziest
Oak Town niggas are the craziest
Verse 3: Treach
I got barbarians to bogard 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 rolling 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
Chorus:
Cleveland 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
Illtown niggas are the craziest
Zoo Crew niggas are the craziest
Jersey City niggas are the craziest
All my Newark niggas are the craziest
naughty by nature - 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
Chorus 2X
naughty by nature - 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
PEACE
naughty by nature - everything s gonna be alright
[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 tech in the 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)
naughty by nature - family tree
sometimes because of jealousy and the intent to demise
certain factions have to be fobidden 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
(Chorus)
see what started as a family forest
got cut to a family tree
with the limbs and the leaves
lookin 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
(Chorus)
see what started as a family forest
got cut to a family tree
with the limbs and the leaves
lookin 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
uhhhh...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 millenium we'll be spankin your heiny
remind thee naughty invented family of the 90's
(Chorus)
see what started as a family forest
got cut to a family tree
with the limbs and the leaves
lookin 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 imma 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
(Chorus x2)
see what started as a family forest
got cut to a family tree
with the limbs and the leaves
lookin 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
naughty by nature - feels good
(3LW)
Ohh...Hey Naughty...
(Treach)
Oh where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at
Welcome to our party, sexy like Ashanti
Written on your hit and licking lot from my Bacardi
Rub 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 bachler of the year 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...
(Chorus)
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...
(Vinnie)
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, here's 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
(Chorus)
(Treach)
Pu-tang, tang, 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 hate,better 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 to party, with my yardies we partying,
Cuz after the party its the after-party
(Chorus)
(3LW)
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
(Chorus)
naughty by nature - guard your grill
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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