Naughty By Nature

Naughty By Nature - Respect Due lyrics

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We're on wax and it concerns ya that's make us eternal like a picture
 Ya bitch ya  I'll fix ya  raise a rapture ripped ya scripture
 I'll mac a meal infact until I stack the bills ta rack the skills
 ta get a track ta kill them rap at will  the I is capital
 double L  lower case t o w n
 No trouble  I'll bust your bubble then leave you for ruin
 Such come a dime a dozen  fuck some
 You lost the race by a dick slut's cum cos nuts won
 What fun freaking it frequently, freak wit me, slick ta freak quick
 Your girl's poonany's packed like tha freaknic
 We get redicu-down-diculous and devious, believe me bitch
 Now your fucking soul ain't so mischevious
 Diss who? We're the hip-hop rap pounder founder
 Ricocheting PM to AM, frying freestyle flounders
 big as bouncers
 Ounce ta ounces
 Don't make us check you
 yes you, just know respect due!

 (Vinnie)

 I'm hearin niggas in the game yappin this yappin that
 Talkin Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rap
 but I bet if you put a pen and pad in my hand
 I could write it in your face my friend, put it on tape and then
 give it to my nigga Kay Gee, he produces me
 Pump it thru the Flavor Unit, spread it thru the industry
 The next three weeks my single done peaked on the rap sheets
 Sound's knockin from malls to swapmeets
 And then there's oh mad tours and oh mad whores
 We sign autographs by the G's in the in-stores
 And then there's oh mad sex and ASCAP checks
 So when I, um, plex it, it's me I'm in the beamer or Lexus
 Guess which nigga is next to flex this
 Style that I be rippin's authentic so don't text this

 (Treach)

 You can fool some of the people some of the time but not all of the people
 all of the time
 Some of the rhymes some of the times cos some of the 9's some of em mine
 And bout a brown as Bobby wit a trolley
 to bury Halle, it's chocolate so pardon Dolly as a hobby
 When it comes to harm me ya don't alarm me
 cos I roll wit Double I and Ron G's army
 So that's 235 on a slang bang
 and see Ron wit a nigga for fucking A-Train
 And that's deep like the minds of Minolta
 Deep ditch like the Swedish knits on John Travolta
 If you don't look good we don't look good
 These nuts that soon clear the room
 So boom to the break and break, ah, to the snap
 and snap ta the beat, I'll freak them, bring it back
 So's I had no choice but ta roll wit the flow
 Plus I came over the bridge and I ain't wasting my toll
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