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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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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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[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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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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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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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 |
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Verse 1: Lakim Shabazz ???? rappers are full of this, since I'm a Don I'm pullin out a hit cos I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit Flavor Unit, it's time to attack the prey So make way for hip-hop's green beret Bring on the refills, you see we feel the name of the brain game is kill or be killed I'm an expert, who will be the next jerk to try? Let me explain you got 8 million ways to die We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore Have that ass lookin just like *?this boo-boo?* slipped the door Known to kill, dunk skills, e-rupt You ask why? My reply is 'I don't give a fuck!' I'm a Panther, I love fresh meat After I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across 110th Street My tactics are drastic and real fast I tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass I'm more than a threat, I'm a problem To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem So don't whisper or make a sound or croak Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat Everyday all day this be the hard way Puttin rappers outta commission even on an off-day Flavor Unit rules G, we're takin rappers out 1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3 Chorus (x3) Verse 2: Apache Here comes trouble and it's all that, in fact contact You're next of kin, friend, follow the flow format While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised Ask me if I give a fuck cos I ain't got shit to lose Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up You beatnit, wait a minute, hold the fuck up If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, blame handicapped, crippled and "pussy" was my middle name you couldn't beat me slick, snap that neck like a Chico stick I know who beat'cha quick (who?), my grip *?Failin this?* to some type of tournament I cut ya fuckin head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best He's with the 40-below footprint on his chest Fucked up, got stuck, go press your luck Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck Head found in the bar of a limosuine The rest of his body at a dove site in Queens Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon I told you I'm out to stalk, Last nigga tried me, died G, felt my tomahawk Apache, that's me, I'm gettin rappers' ass 1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3 Chorus (x4) Verse 3: Treach You coulda been my main shit but you scrap and will wack, black The only thing I smoke witta pipe is an ass crack You challenge Treach, I'll seal you quick, you can't touch that I thought you did a triple cos you said "Aw, fuck that!" Diamond Hill how ya feel, *?hey Ben Hef?* Give me a hearin aid or two then I'm thru cos I'm that def That's how we all be, tighter than small leaves Club rappin all be, I'm wreckin on all 3 This drill means chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble Is that your head or is your neck blowin a fuckin bubble? A-B-C, skip to the S-T U-V-W-X, fuck the Y-Z Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-in Tape dem and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in so I'm straight, if I hear "drop the bomb" I have to go Break this nig' for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played Erase, forgive me not cos shit I'm hot, if I can get then you'll get got Au contraire mon frere this is all my hair I wouldn't cut it for the biggest butt-ocks out there Put on a tip or hittin hips, I'm more than quick I Grease my Lightnin', it's frightening how I get, a slick schooled, dark, cool Sagittarian Two types of marryin: very thick or very thin Naughty By Nature and the Flavor U-N-I-T 1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3 Chorus (x4) |
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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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You drew a picture of my morning But you couldn't make my day Hey I'm rockin' and you're yawning But you never look my way Hey I'm lickin down you darlin' In every single way Hey Your funny flow is foreign And a green card's on the way This ain't got shit to do wit shampoo But watch your head n shoulders brother older bold enough to fold ya Yo I told ya a raid afraid of what I made Plus played a funky fit so save ya flips Plus tricks for that music plus the monkey bit Triggas from the Grilltown Illtown Some ask how it feels How the deal is that we're real so we're still around Don't lamp wit a freestyle phantom ain't tryin' to be handsome Shrinkin' what ya thinkin' cause I'm vampin' I live and die for Hip Hop This is Hip Hop for today I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round no I wanna know who you're believing through you're funny reasons Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin' You said I know you're Mr OPP man yo PP man won't only see me man You should've known that I was wit if a bit when I ain't hit it And step not to consider the Rep Heck I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker cause I'm Naughty by Nature Not cause I hate cha You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart Even though I forgave ya when you had a spark You try to act like something really big is missing Even though my name's graffiti written on your kitten I love Black women always and disrespect ain't the way Let's start a family today Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray There's many hungry Hip Hoppers one reason Hip Hop's Hip top today swerve what cha heard Cause I ain't bailing no hey ain't choppin no crops But still grownin ever day Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found From the underground town down the hill Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found Don't know me don't come around Tippy tippy Tippy tippy Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up Your style is older than Lou Rawls Peace to this one and that one and them That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis knew us You could have crews wit shoes and can't step to us Some kitty purr I call em sir too looking for hurt you Any trick that diss gets a curfew I put my projects for boots step through troops and leave proof My problem solvers name is Mook I hittin' woodys in a hoody Peace to Jesette Jobete JoJo Genae and every hood gee That's right my fight is ill Peace goes to LONS and Quest Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill I live and die for Hip Hop This is Hip Hop of today I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO Smooth it out now |
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| 3:06 |
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[Treach] Put me on the planet, dammit, where all the slim shhh look like Janet Slick consider this how I lick it and then fan it Pick, rub and ran it how I run it yeah I ran it And it ran frantic rub put new poonanie panic Plan it, as a package, pick it and then pack it Trick it and attract it, throw a crack then catch it Quick as Richocet Rabbit, quick cause it's a habit To rap it as fast as another brother running rapid [Vin Rock] Never call you Sir, who gives a damn if you Mixalot? East Coast gets the props, producers rock your knot Baby ain't got back, baby got black That's why you see the black baby and you respect that [Treach] Checka check it out, on and on and on, rock on To the breaka breaka dawn it's on "On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" --) Charlie B [Vin Rock] Make room for one rude boy, bad mood boy, new and old school boy Now watch a true man take out all the school boys And don't get out of touch cause you just get a slut With a "Closed For Repair" sign on your nuts [Treach] Yeah we're the thing slangers, body boom bangers Breaking in your shit with a hanger Damn real I'm gonna live it up Never forgive your cut on my back watching your girl's gap give it up [Vin Rock] I touch you where it hurts first, brutalize you with a verse Criticize, my lyrics work Think about a lost block, black stop I'd rap and make a wack drop then slap you with my back drop [Treach] The boom-bang slap papper's fat fat Step in my path and get that ass cr-crack cracked Checka check it out, on and on and on Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on "On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" (Repeat 2x) [Treach] Singing like a buddha bang, hang out with a true crew down with the coochie bang Brothers come to do the same But monkey see, monkey do, get your monkey ass played [Vin Rock] Individuals get original cause a this a be critical And pickable and pitiful I ain't with the big con heart Ripping other rhymes apart, here to spark me some iron parts [Treach] I stick to a city with some rippple, hit a bitty from the middle Hang on kitties like a cripple nipple Checka check it out, on and on and on Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on "On and on and on, on and on and on Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" (Repeat 2x) |
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| 3:00 |
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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) |
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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 |
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[Voice - 2Pac] It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat [Treach] Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot Over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop So I thank you for my life and all that I got I wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac I was sitten here lookin at your picture my nigga puttin hash with the weed wit a mixture of liqour we can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure nigga I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya til I'm wit cha' it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down doesn't even seem like 7 years passed both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene you did the humpty with the u I did the walk wit the queen was a dream smokin and drinkin ? Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums ? the flip up make them lift they shit up get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up think of all the times that I rolled wit mine male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge they was blinded when the good shined through they were on you Just know I'm gonna mourn you til I join you Chorus: x2 ashes to ashes and dust to dust i hope you here me now in god we trust even all the prayers can't bring you back to us i'll mourn you til I join you cause i'll keep in touch [Treach] we was two lil niggas both skinny and broke happy if we scrap pennies for smokes tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news you was over in ney york to film this movie called juice called you back up you told me pack up Me and you and Stretch could shack up the thug luv back up the act up Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss cause they know we all kicked up dust You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our RACE You beat his ass then you spit in his face I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels and Big Stretch punched him out his shoes Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin That's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen we would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks spit the emos over demos thinken ladies and lemos you was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still said you wouldn't rest untill you saw a mill nigga I felt you we was back an forth burough to projects for forts damn I wish they knew how much you loved new york shit and can't nobody dis my nigga motha fuck that I miss my nigga i'm a mourn you til I join you [Spoken] You ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya I'm gonna keep your name on the streets Chorus x2 [Treach] I'm ya true motherfucker thug nation alert keep his name on the street til ya lay in the dirt this shit hurts cause we went from poor to rich you're supposed to see alot more than this they brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim they let you out you called us up we came as thugs again we were here ah-ha rapist they shout ya'll was talkin shit that ya'll didn't know a damn thang bout you was going through your stress while your enemies laughed ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied a little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked my lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot soon as I get there I find Afeni urgin' me think I missed my baby, don't leave after surgery so I'm lookin in her eyes while they walkin me through thinkin Pac hard head what the hell I'm a do so we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need you say a pound for comin nigga and a hit of some weed so I asked you not to go over and over god knows you done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes so we got over that, you held up got locked ? they had you caged when I stopped yeah the chain remains plus you a part of my link they fucked up by givin you too much time to think I remember your release and we met up in l.a.? at the ? gettin blazed hand me down with the hay after that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs now we in these savage ages even yourself predicted that last night in vegas I heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged And a part of his heart right here in Venice At the same time you was both loved and feared M.O.B. and fuckin thug of the year I'm a mourn you til I join you chorus x2 [Everybody] we'll mourn - that's what we'll do we'll mourn - till we're with you |
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