1.Hip Hop Hooray
(Vinnie)
You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn't make my day, Hey!
I'm rockin' and you're yawning
But you never look my way, Hey!
I'm lickin down you darlin'
In every single way, Hey!
Your funny flow is foreign
And a green card's on the way!
(Treach)
This ain't got shit to do wit shampoo, but watch your head n
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.
(Vinnie)
Triggas from the Grilltown Illtown
Some ask how it feels now
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'
CHORUS：
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop for today
I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray...
Ho...Hey...Ho
(Treach)
You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground
Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round, no!
I wanna know who you're believing through you're funny reasons
Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin'
You said I know you're Mr. O.P.P. man
Yo PP man won't only see me man
You should've known that when hit in the stack, I was wit it a
bit
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 missin
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...ho...hey!
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!
(Vinnie)
Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found
From the underground town down the hill
Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns
Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found
Don't know me don't come around.
Tippy tippy (pause)
Tippy tippy (pause)
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
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, Jo-Jo, Genae, and every hood gee!
That's right my fight is ill
Peace goes to L.O.N.S. 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...ho...hey...ho!
Smooth it out now!
2.O.P.P.
Army with harmony
Dave drop a load on 'em
OPP, how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for Other, P is for People scratchin' temple
The last P...well...that's not that simple
It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten
It's five little letters that are missin' here
You get on occassion at the other party
As a game 'n it seems I gotta start to explainin'
Bust it
You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello
You get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow
You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about
Then you call up and it's her girlfriend or her cousin's house
It's not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T
It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Boy, that's what is
scary)
It's OPP, time other people's what you get it
There's no room for relationship there's just room to hit it
How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at
Who thinks it's wrong 'cos I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at
Well if you do, that's OPP and you're not down with it
But if you don't, here's your membership
Chorus：
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with OPP (Every last homie)
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with OPP (All the homies)
As for the ladies, OPP means something gifted
The first two letters are the same but the last is something
different
It's the longest, loveliest, lean-- I call it the leanest
It's another five letter word rhymin' with cleanest and meanest
I won't get into that, I'll do it...ah...sorta properly
I say the last P...hmmm...stands for property
Now lady here comes a kiss, blow a kiss back to me, now tell me
exactly
Have you ever known a brother who have another like ah girl or
wife
And you just had to stop and just 'cos he look just as nice
You looked at him, he looked at you and you knew right away
That he had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway
You couldn't be seen with him and honestly you didn't care
'Cos in a room behind a door no one but y'all are there
When y'all are finish, y'all can leave and only y'all would know
And then y'all could throw the skeleton bones right in the
closet do'
Now don't be shocked 'cos if you're down I want your hands up
high
Say OPP (OPP) I like to say with pride
Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts
You're now down with a discount
Chorus：
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with OPP (Every last lady)
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with OPP (All the ladies)
This girl ah tried to OPP me
I had a girl and she knew that matter-of-fact my girl was
partner's
that
Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah an argument
She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment, bust it
That wasn't the thing it must have been the way she hit the
ceiling
'Cos after that she kept on coming back and catchin' feelings
I said, 'Let's go my girl is coming so you gotta leave'
She said, 'Oh no, I love you Treach' I said, 'Now child please'
You gots to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go
I said now look you to the stairs and to the stairwindow
This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn't have put your
heart
'Cos you know I was OPP, hell from the very start
Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about
When you get down, you can't go 'round runnin' off at the mouth
That's rule number one in this OPP establishment
You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him
Exciting isn't it, a special kinda business
Many of you will catch the same sorta OPP is you with
Him or her for sure is going to admit it
When OPP comes, damn-- skippy I'm with it
Chorus：
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with OPP (This whole party)
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with OPP (This whole party)
Break it down!
3.Uptown Anthem
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
4.Penetration
Ha, ha, Naughty
I can make ya go
Uh huh, na na na na
1 - I've got it, you wanted it all
I've got it, you needed more
I've got it, if you want it all
Just come get it, I've got what you're waiting for
I've got what you're waiting for
I know that you wanna come see me
Let me freak you down completely tonight
Come on and talk to me baby
Stop frontin' cuz I know you wanna jump on it
I could show you things you never knew
Two people could do, oh
If you let me come inside tonight
Girl, I'm guarenteed to satisfy
Penetration 'till the morning light
It's alright girl, I'll rock your world
And make you wish for the next night
I got what you're waiting for
Now here we go
I say I kick looking all rich
Like ya'll picked six in lotto
Money and menage is your motto
We follow with bottles
Of Henney and Remy, the gang and Uncle Vinnie
Get plenty, more like Demi
Come and get me
Are we eye to eye and are we mouth to mouth
Cuz the way down town's a hop skip and a bounce
Ya see I'll penetrate ya inner space
After a winner date, dinner date
Ain't no way, no where, no place I'll spend a day
Penetration
Repeat 1
Uh, na na na na
Make ya say uh
Uh, na na na na
Make ya say uh uh
Uh, na na na na
Make you say uh uh uh
Uh, na na na na
The way you kiss it when it's thick
It's guarenteed I time it right
When big is you gonna feel it
From your ass to ever tight
You into bondage and ass smacks
You're rough boo
Yo style is why you tell me to cuff you
When I fuck you
The way you suck, ooooh
Makes me always wanna touch you
And I don't pay for ass
The way I fuck I want a buck too
Who needs a swinger, the thug or a malingerer, boo
You don't need a man, that's you and T-Boz
With them fingers but
I ain't mad if you gon' touch yourself
Cuz with this you ain't never got to fuck yourself
See, I'm your water man in your big cahona
You know when they sayin' packers run with a bullet
That ain't no rap list
Piling punanies, one frontwards, one backwards
On a broke ass mattress
Fix up and ask me how I like it hot
I go uh uh uh, menage-a-tois
Penetration
Repeat 1
Some say I'm from rags to riches
From snitches to fishes
Who's the man？ Shit I even got bitches after my bitches
From bitch to butch I'll fix the tooche
With one look
You be beggin' the three leg nigga to push
We had what four three hosematic who fought from pork
He was an heir from dook he even ate pussy
At the orgey for me
After they boned us they road us in two lex's and a Lotus
Other bitches showed us
All they zoota's and those E riches are bogus
Penetration
Repeat 1 until fade
5.Everything's Gonna Be Alright
Smooth it out
This is a story about the drifter
Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
Who never planned on havin' so dick
Why me, huh？
Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
Everything's gonna be alright now (alright)
Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
Some get a little and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag
Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up
Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out
I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit？
They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent
I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough
I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed
I got upset, I got a 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
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？
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
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)
6.It's On
Once again it's on...
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
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
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
Make room for one rude boy, bad mood boy, new and old school boy
Now watch a true man take out all the school boys
And don't get out of touch cause you just get a slut
With a 'Closed For Repair' sign on your nuts
Yeah we're the thing slangers, body boom bangers
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
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
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)
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
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
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)
7.Craziest(Crazy C Remix)
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
8.Written On Ya Kitten(Qd Iii Remix)
9.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)
10.Clap Yo Hands(Remix)
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
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
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
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'
11.Nothing To Lose(Naughty Live)
12.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：
My man J Scratch in the house, y'knowhutI'msayin？
And oh yaeh, pss pss pss pss
I gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza
Cos they know how to definitely guard they grill
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!
PEACE!
13.1, 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)
14.Poor Man's Poetry(From poetic Justice')
15.Wickedest Man Alive
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
16.Naughty By Nature(The Megamix)
17.Mourn You 'Til I Join You
It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat
Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot
Over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop
So I thank you for my life and all that I got
I wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac
I was 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
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
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
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
we'll mourn - that's what we'll do
we'll mourn - till we're with you
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