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Verse 1: Treach
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My thoughts are thundering, tumblin
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Sons of bitches, switches, from yelling ta mumbling
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You ain't a pal of me, my family ties but not wit Mallory
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My analogy ain't for salary, as I roll reality thru galaxies
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Four centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of oiu
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Witta chain representing penitentiaries
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from Roman town to Borentown
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From Newark to Illtown
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And all you know from
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lifers, Rikers ta foesome
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Wasn't driving to fast, I was flying to low
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You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening to slow
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I'm abrupting construction, a pumping assumption
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You diss while your family say I'm the best shit since fucking
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Struckin 'bout an obstruction or turning something of nothing
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From more things to more things, it's the rip in every function
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Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks
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Looking ta hump Ms. Junk in the trunk, pump pumpin me up
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Chorus:
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Jersey niggas are the craziest
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New York niggas are the craziest
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DC niggas are the craziest
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Philly niggas are the craziest
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LA niggas are the craziest
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Chi town niggas are the craziest
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Texas niggas are the craziest
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Utah niggas are the craziest
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Verse 2: Vin Rock
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My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff, you get rushed, you
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get bust
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You call yourself callin my bluff, enough's enough
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I'm puttin it down on the real end
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This one goes out to all the people who be questioning
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my skills, niggas I been rockin since lee twillz
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and we feel that we build careers of steel
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So all the rest come up and test but only stress is what you'll find
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thinkin
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Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme shrinkin
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The sleepin MC I eat like good 'n' plenty
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Lyrically spankin ya that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie
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And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses
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young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle classes
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They don't begin wit no lying professor
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they begin when Vin pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser
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Lesser, a man should never challenge a clan
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wit thirteen years experience of rippin mic's put in our hands
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Chorus:
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Detroit niggas are the craziest
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Miami niggas are the craziest
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Little Rock niggas are the craziest
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Oak Town niggas are the craziest
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Verse 3: Treach
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I got barbarians to bogard me in
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at a club that barred me when
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a broad got thrown like barbarnigan born again, thrown aboard
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A brim is broke to the back I brawl and band from brains ta balls
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Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot
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Blowing up brain cells BOOM like Beirut
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Assume the same suit, fuck that fly shit wit the flavor ca shi
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Gives last name ain't Suzuki but still my sidekick
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Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique
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You ain't rolling if our tape ain't what ya ride wit
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Niggas snipe shit so I'm on a knife tip
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Like the youngsters 'bout ta take you on some hip-hop ride shit
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If you ain't jumpin then don't pump it
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I'm hittin Jermaine in Atlanta cos he owe me loot for that jump shit
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Fuck astronauts I rock it
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and from now on if you bite my style when I see you, I'm in your pockets
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Chorus:
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Cleveland niggas are the craziest
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Virginia niggas are the craziest
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Kentucky niggas are the craziest
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St. Louis niggas are the craziest
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Atlanta niggas are the craziest
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Maryland niggas are the craziest
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San Diego niggas are the craziest
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Seattle niggas are the craziest
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Boston niggas are the craziest
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Illtown niggas are the craziest
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Zoo Crew niggas are the craziest
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Jersey City niggas are the craziest
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All my Newark niggas are the craziest
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Craziest
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Naughty By Nature |