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Naughty By Nature
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Poor Man's Poetry(From poetic Justice')
(Once again it's on!)
The Punani Don Dada
From Naughty by Nature, Treach is in the house!
It's 19Naughty3, Vin-Rock and Kay is in the house!
(Once again it's on!)
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Back your pack up, it's on-it's on, it's in the house!
(Huaah!)
[Treach]
I used to truth to watch Batman
To do the opposite on the ask-tip
'Cause I knew he ain't have enough
To tuck that cape and fuck that Batbitch!
The only way is any way, so roll with The Flavor
Never gave ya a favor, so hit the verse, inform your favorite neighbor!
I'm the baby of the Bunch by Muntz, I'm the one, which
Be game to run chick, down for the dumb shit!
On the down-low like a kit! My boys are like virgins
Turn to skin surgeons, when called they come quick!
Mickey, I get tricky unlike the coward outta Howard.
Ring Around the Rosie with Perez, so tell a nigga, 'Noww what?'
I'll beat ya posse like meat in heat! 'Cause when they teat
It's the mother number one the fucking streets!
(Once again it's on!) X8
(Huuah!)
(Once again it's on!)
[Vin-Rock]
Give me a break!
I go for broke till it's broken and more choked tricks
'Cause I'ma still be here when there's just roaches and broke bricks!
-OH SHIT! The hoes knows and nose blows and flows plays
So playa's back home with some of this car play, 'Parlay, parlay!'
What which gut sticks makes the cut fit, much shit.
Poetry bust! This is my justice!
Guard your grill and get your gut split!
Then all the beaten blacks will laugh when ya sticks from ya frozen ya hit.
How Vinnie trip, gets dropped then bombed?
Ya sure to get more than a single turn from John, I'M
The Vin in '90! Spank ya stanky heinie, shiny with the rhyme!
If still can't find me, crawl behind me!
Put up a hood up then get up, ya ups!
If still on your knees then strut with the mutts.
It used to be for blacks. If you know a rope, you know a tree
So now we get our justice through our poetry, flow with me!
(Once again it's on!) X8
(Huuah!)
(Once again it's on!)
[Treach]
And I am the
Bastard blaster, disaster on a rapper!
You'll be two different mother fuckers before and after
I trash ya! NASA! Fuck the yasser, massa, simbo slang
Close the chapter, I'm the master!
Four scars and seven cheers of guards seemin' hard
But I'm as black as the space in between the stars!
So I'ma rise like a white lie and leave 'em that thin!
And turn any nigga that thinks he can get with back-spin!
Redman's in town, 'Time for some Aksion!'
We'll get all our nigga's and practice practice battin'!
Strip-strappin', slappin', rip rap in half and
'Cause ain't no faith or an eighth then happenin'.
I call up all of my North next four checks
They're waitin', set you up then jump you in sensations.
Look what the world made! I'm your girl's trade!
Word up! We just blew up like the World Trade!
[News Reporter]
Reporting live from down at The World Trade Center!
Countless people are trapped inside.
We don't know how many are injured at this time.
Please stand by for further reports.
(Once again it's on!)
Peace out to the youngsters! Big Up to Redman!
Rosey and Mickey and every thickie hickey in the land!
Getting our justice through our sounds! Ugh!
For all the brothers and sisters locked down!
Peace to North Country Ground!
And Fort Town!
Four to L and in a jail!
Yardsville!
Trent State!
Northern State!
Far away? Lifer's group?
And Rikers Island!
San Quentin, ain't nobody flinchin'!
And we out!
19Naughty3!
- Special thanks to Daddy Long Dong for sharing the lyric.
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