[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)
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 [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)
 Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
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 Verse One: Treach

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

 Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach

 {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}
 {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}
 [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)
 Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
 {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}
 Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!

 Verse Two: Vinnie

 My radio believe me, I like it loud
 I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd
 And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block
 My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)
 But don't you come around unless you got a boombox
 to add on to the sounds that we already got
 We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes
 Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime
 Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me
 The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.
 Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the
 where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer
 epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to
 guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over
 so call up with your request it's been a good long while
 Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial

 Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach

 [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)
 Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
 {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}
 Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!

 Verse Three: Treach

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

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

 [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)
 Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
 {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}
 Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh