Intro/Chorus:
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Jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump)
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Not yet.......
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Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up)
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How many niggas gettin lye tonight?
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How many niggas gettin high tonight?
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Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up)
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Verse 1: Treach
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Na-na, na-na
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I say fight, you holler a quarter day late
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A dollar short, poppin more corks and niggas don't get
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ya collared court, trife ass Whitney will you motherfuckin mouth, aight
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And change your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat ass tight
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Must be just the master monk
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The underhood, the underworld's under man
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Motherfuck bein understood, long as we understand
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You can't twist the Treach ????? and mix his friends
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Niggas over here don't switch and bitch and bend
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All eyes on a prize, pimpin it, and battle a million dollar chance
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I glance and just take your tip
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It's that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou'
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and bowed and thanked the crowd bein in style
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And gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't have skunk
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Get em tough and guts, smoke from *?stoge?* and hand Treach
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Get em out of grants that they owe, the top notch
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Makin blocks flock, don't have to bust shots
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I got props, I'm warning you like closing doors when cop knocks
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Chorus
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Verse 2: Vin Rock
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Ha
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Now let me line this nigga up
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How you soundin talkin plain wit my name, man what the fuck?
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Oh, you don't know, BOOM BAP SMACK AND THERE IT IS
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How we dealin wit these frustrated niggas in the biz?
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(What the fuck was he freakin?)
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I bring some drink in, just for fun
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They be guzzlin on gallons of that red ass rum
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You might as well-a put a motherfuckin bounty on your head
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Cos the drama's for your momma, till your bitch ass dead
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(Let those) chickens, I see your mental picture clickin
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I, know I only make it for the one-night stickin
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Phat, I take that back because I was not thinkin
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After one piece of my dick, your brain starts shrinkin
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How many niggas gettin lye tonight?
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How many niggas gettin high tonight?
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Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up)
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Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock
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What? Check it, when the man ain't the man no more
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We'll see which one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war
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All that RAH RAH, I send that ass BYE BYE
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After that I FLY, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital I-I
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Serve those wit the nerve to test this
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Step and get'cha records clipped
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Original is what you kick but I know you better quit
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You analyse my click then go duplicate my shit
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Discredit's what you get, cos you bit
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Niggas get the hit-low, and shit loads, I flip shows
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If it goes to Glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip code
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Keep hittin knockers wit the showstopper in this industry
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For they hit us with the Hoffa or Kennedy remedy
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That's when Vinnie will be
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lightin shit up brighter than a bicentennial, see we
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sick of talkin shit, niggas knowin how we do
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So if you don't fuck with us, we won't have to fuck with you
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(We won't have to fuck wit you)
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Chorus
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Nothin' To Lose (Naughty Live)
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| Naughty By Nature |
