Don't fuck with us
 Watch these niggas get wicked now
 Check it out

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 Put em up
 What What
 Put em up what what

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 [Treach]
 Well here's a shot out to all those who think that we slipped
 Doing this ever since 165  North 15th breakdancin with slick
 Nigga what  I'll beat your butt
 You niggas on a beef or what
 And if I gotta go deep I'll cut
 And if you try to face this
 The Naughty by the Nature gonna lace this
 Track, we be the cream of the pack
 Don't come up in my face with bullshit cuz you're bound to get slapped
 And then we'll take it to a level where you're gonna get clapped
 And then we'll all be up in court, I don't got time for that
 Cuz I'm, one third, naughty
 Look into my eyes yeah you know me
 Ain't nobody pimpin like us three
 Call us masters, o.p.p
 And when I draw the line don't get in the way, I'm paper chasin
 Or I'll be cuttin you off like Friday the 13th and I'm Jason
 Single don't mingle with ladies hearts I'm a thief
 I'm not a virgin but Virgo birthday September 17th
 And don't ask me for favors cuz it'll be just like pullin teeth
 I'm on some new shit with niggas cuz you continually sleep
 Don't creep

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 [Vinnie]
 Dun dun dun dun dun dirty the motherfucker with them jewels on
 Did the dirt, turn the news on
 Nigga left layin with his shoes on
 With every clue gone
 You actin nervous, what'd you do wrong?
 Nigga lookin shady, all fakey all quiet
 Ah forget about it when the feud's on
 Now wha-what what put em up that's what the party get
 I bartend on some naughty shit
 And don't play that shorty shit
 We hittin and kickin like (?)
 Shakin like (?) chicken like pick pick pick pickin the town
 Dickin em down, pickin a hoe, give em a show, the rigamarole
 So, if you ever gone report you seen my tribe
 I best to pray you got nine lives because your goddamn eyes lied
 (...?...) that's 25 lines motherfucker you on my side
 What you gonna do wanna do talkin all the drunk talk
 At least you'll die high

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 [Treach]
 Just look don't touch, just tip my bitch
 Cuz things get crazy now
 Punk motherfucker gonna pay me now
 Got busy got forty got fam got (?) got jet got slash
 Diesel do, take apart that ass
 Got another motherfucker get cash fast
 Did dash smash, who you fought last, him or me?
 Them or we? Get Hennessy, you memory
 Treachery, and to the right of me, it's that nigga uncle Vinnie
 What with K Boogie on the break release
 The beat don't cease til we double fuckin platinum apiece
 Hands touched

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