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1. _ Clap Yo' Hands
Coming out the alleyways of Illtown
Producer extraordinaire Kaygee
Followed by the backbone, VinRock
And the last to fall onto this planet: Me
Falling through the earth with a burst first for ya
Clapping ya hands now we must say errah!
For sure, but I am still thirsty, oh meercy!
It's worse see, come firs see, oh curse me! It's Jersey!
Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in
Broader than Broad Street backed by Mac 10's
No lights skip the cameras we haul action in.
Its Naughty plannin' an orgy, already back again.
Kay's trackin' this so clicks clap to this as we rap to this
Hoochies pop their coochies and slap their hips
Even when in Texas with no gear troopin'
That's when I find the baddest broads in Houston boostin'
Breakdown feel the party
Put your hands together everybody
All the ladies in the house I call the honies first
Cause it's pure and ya sure, sure ta get your money's worth
So just...
CHORUS
Clap Your Hands This Evening, Come On Y'all Say It's Alright [4X]
Clap Yo Hands
To all my people on the left, "Clap To This"
To all my people on the right, "Clap To This"
To all my people on the top, "Clap To This"
And in the front don't stop, "Clap To This"
And to those other mc's: Naughty By Nature fall? Nigga please!
We just took the time to form three companies
Now the whole industry
Awaits the new recital
I'll take your favorite idol I'll crumple up their title
In their face cause I'm fed up with that same ol' crap
Lack of developing your crew that's why your stage show's wack!
So let the sleeping and assuming and the B.S. stop
Because, Naughty is to live and die for Hip Hop and I'm VinRock.
I'm holdin' down the fort around my block
I reign in this game jackin'other people's props
Many crews only stress me
Petty fools try to test me
Very few impress me, bless me
I sneeze upon the wack
No one but us could do it like that to me the rest's considered scrap
Fact: Naughty niggas will never be defeated
Come and try word God, word to life, I put that on the double I.
CHORUS
Clap Your Hands This Evening. Come On Y'all Say It's Alright [2X]
Clap Yo Hands
According to the calculations from the slums it's hittin'.
Hey! Kay makes tracks all funky like raw chittlins
Styles are splitin' think I'm kiddin'? well nigga listen
Clap long and steady til your palm's sore & sweaty
Started cutting more than petty confetty
Right after I said bye bye to Ali Ba Ba the punany papa's machete
hope ya ready, but if you're not, guard ya knot,
Grill, nose opposed to blows that's all the same spot
Still chill I rock real and raw like a brawl's a small fight
Shorty taking tall mics so practice saying alright
ah-ight? - the party is tight
Pass the ball all in the back head towards the front cause the wall
won't fall
I might make moves and motions
Start a crammed commotion
Make kitties and titties in the city glow like lotion
Remember freestyles where freebies
systems still sound like CB's, leat tracks leave them wheaties
I'm greedy, can't see me
Wit bifoc's I fry then fly folks with high hopes
Watch my smoke now why choke
Sly stroke get by nope now negro
You were, dead-ass wrong
Head too strong
Now here's your zero
We can get deep like way down
Hi lobsters, seaweed, sand, sunk ships and missing mobsters
Hip-hoppers know hard, guess who's back again
That Naughty click clan to make you clap your hands!
CHORUS
Clap Your Hands This Evening, Come On Y'all Say It's Alright [4X]
Clap Yo Hands
To all my people on the left, "Clap To This"
To all my people on the right, "Clap To This"
To all my people on the top, "Clap To This"
And in the front don't stop, "Clap To This"
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2. _ Poverty's Paradise
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3. _ Outro
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4. _ City of Ci-Lo
Life is a roll like the dice and you know? [3X]
Do you wanna play?
Now if you, base out and ace out
Ace is an ass out
Also an ass whip
You catch quick those who catch it most don't last it down on Doogan
They rollin' two deep, so they ain't too sleep and crews creep but they
hard to
beat bustin' out two jeeps there's Tracy, tricky and trickin' chokin'
nuff
chicken she's burnin' and when that chick is broke that bitch is
stickin'
up the block is for the hoe no another pro hoe she pick pockets when she
rocks it it ain't no loot out on that hoe stroll on block five ya catch
a
fever and get no breather either beat it or break it to break it down
thrw
it I need it look for trips yeah the triplets cause that's the hit click
and on down is a pick up cause it's a stick-up on the freak tip, just
when
you think things were looking messy she lives six houses on the leffy
her
name is sexy hooked up by Becky true to the dice not new to the dice
Sexy
dropped me off 456 Ci Lo Blvd. right after she blew on the dice.
123rd the block'll splatter ya cap's catch ya they batter ya niggas
stretch even scavengers breaking fool like Attica stolen glock and he
know
holding spots from below primos for them g notes rolling rocks in kilos
ci-lo is the set up poppy's rockin and poppin' ya 123rd kids fuck up
bank
jackings like Joshua snake what wakeup or bake up pay up or break up
you're on the block rocked needin' three bitches ta shake up pimpin
ain't
easy but if ya mac you'll be the largest so if he asses out he got no
hoes
just three new charges ass and face up in the cut look who dodges wait
the
case is open and shut fuck garages and everyone on the strip is more
than
one time offenders and they trusting the roll like they trustin' public
defenders you see 'em don't want to be 'em hope ci-lo free 'em I'm
schemin' a fuckin' demon after per diem I'm leaving sometimes this
evening
yeah in The PM not even wit attitude rude cause fool I'm geein' a
crafter
after a billing not asking on ya the master mackin' a million tax-free
from this corner.
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5. _ Slang Bang
Intro: Vin Rock, Treach
Hup, yeah Guess who's back?
Hup, hup, Naughty By Nature's in the house Guess who's back?
settin off the 19Naughty4/ Naughty5 flavour Guess who's back?
Word up, this is how we do things Guess who's back?
Uhh
Hook: (x2)
Cos it's a slang bang thang
Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
Verse 1: Vin Rock, Treach
Hup
Get up, get up but don't push me
cos I ain't mooshy mooshy, you can't mash me
You chocolate bastard with your smile, your face looks ashy
Sendin detrip witta free trip to blast out outer
See this, cos I'm that nigga that'll leave you ass out like G-strings
Meanin I'm fienin, your heart trips when it stay at work
So fuck fear you fear-fuck, one jerk I'll make your head hurt
The punani, they're making pairs perk, who'll dare flirt
I get kitty's from your city, just near where your mans work
I be on that ass like ol' mole, turnin your whole show slow-mo
Cos you're too good to corroso
I'm on and off so you know my shit ain't partial
Pardon me, packin arsenals, takin knees and nostrils
Our style is savagery, you try to be the badder G
You ain't even the man, you just the filling, where's the cavity?
Father be grabbin it, gravity, have the gravity grabbin
Actually after we nigga naturally have to meet
Hook (x4)
Verse 2: Treach
One check to the chin and you'll be bust quicker than liquor
Aw shit, pop her chain and lock her rock, a city slicker
Slick a rhyme, kick or vick her, knock her without a popper
I take the cake, took the chain but left the lock up
Love me or leave me, hate me or like me
Might be gettin feisty, fuck yeah I'm sheisty
Shit yeah, I fit there, *?sqwin?* your shit wear
You're a trick until you niggered me a bitch without liquid
Some thank me for puttin the hanky in panky
Slappin stanky like lightning, stickin Yankees like Benjamin Franky
Fuck buyin kitty cases and city lights
Just give my loot, get your licks and get all the high titties right
But then I'm into what you bitches is sayin
So I wasn't really feelin on her ass, I was just massagin her brain
The objects that I learned from the projects
Try Treach I bet, and get your throat choked like my necks
Hook (x2)
Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock
My mind thinks right, ????, pick snipes, don't pluck, I'll fuck your finger
At any *?prejudice Presley?*, now I got more snipes than Wesley
Test me, touch me and lay next to the rest of the best
The rusty monks or ???? who tried to fuck me
But see this is where I BOOM and ZOOM
Just drive a line like a cartoonist on some SOON shit
Adidas couldn't read us so they freed us
Then we tried Reebok from a cheater, succeeded then got weeded
Oh Anna, rip of some grandma's, no my Grandma from Santa Ana
To Atlanta where cops ain't a-feared and niggas wear 'dannas
Now tell ya lady that I'm crazy when I'm summin
There's a party and I'm out and guess who's comin
Hook (x4)
Outro: Vin Rock, Treach
Hup, hup, yeah niggas
It's all about a slang bang
Doin this shit lyrically on wax
and gettin paid for it
Word up, we don't care where you're from
Everybody can get down with the slang bang
We doin "rhyme-bys" on record
Hahahaha, wooweeeeee........
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6. _ Shout Out
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7. _ World Goes Round
Intro:
Check it out. I heard this track right here and I kind of felt a lil'
somethin'. You know. It took my mind some place it ain't been.Search deep
into another world. So I'm trying to figure out what make this world go
round. For real. People are stressin'.
Treach:
Oh how oh how come everytime we have problems they nix none
Sending people to other plants when they still ain't fix this one
Victims from a distance prections of affliction
Some faction cause frictions fractions need fixinng
Mixing making music man to make it work
Some sticking shakin' bruisin' damn just ta brake a purse
It's worse misguided some guttered locked on the block
Cause the cops can't be trusted
Busted trusted frustrated frustrations of no more patience
Insides are cold and vacant check how we lay it
Why when we speak they try to stifle our breath
Cock a rifle to chest
Then ya have the party of your life at your death
Oh I wanna know I wanna know
Oh why, oh why is it the good that have to go
And they tell us that's just how this life goes
So I look at the kids and wonder where their life might go
Get high to tell ya low that's how its done on the bricks
We all mad at the world when the world ain't done shit
Just the people in it and the scavengers who function
Who destroy the earth then blame the earth for its malfunctions
And getting maybe a tad bit too deep to follow
But the black form is strong and far from being hollow
Why do we get so much into this Freeing Willy
When Willy is already free
He and them ain't doing shit to free my city
And it's a pity for those who can't get the nitty gritty
That's when the gritty gets grimy and the wicked gets witty
So much pain on the brain can't restrain
Place the comma too much drama but I'll bleed to please my momma
So I'm a strive to perfection leave pride in slum sections
Keep wit my crew and make all due connections
Hook:
But but but but but that's what makes the world go round
The axis like a carouse
Treach:
Oh how the ways?
Nowadays baby's coming from spitting out momma's nipple
From the cradel to the killa leaving corspe and cripples
A Brooklyn boy dies shot by a cop for a play gun
Our kids days are up even if they ain't stray ones
You lay one or two on the more now the merrier the day's dumb
When crews war and now streets get scarier cops hit blocks saying we'll
beat 'em
Into freedom then we feel robbed like there's no God
When we need him
So we act accordingly cause we dont' see enjoyment
The only line ofbusiness I'm offered is unemployment
So we gots to get ours and ours gotta get it
And it is what it be so see that I'm with this
Media haas us believin' they hype
Don't pull out ya new shoes cause only the bad news is good news
Farrakahn wants us to take the streets back time to take it
Before our whole race is stripped naked
Hook
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8. _ Radio Skit
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9. _ Webber Skit
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10. _ Connections
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11. _ Double I Skit
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12. _ Intro Skit
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13. _ Sunshine
(Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Where's that cat? Here kitty, kitty, kitty)
Intro/Chorus:
Honey, um, yes, um
take me to the crib and get naughty, um
*repeat*
Verse 1: Treach
Are those bullets in ya bra or are your nipples glad to see me
Been wishin since I'm three now I'm finally seeing a genie
Open that kitty, pretty, let me write it in graffitti
Ya name sunshine, baby, been known by the glow in your panties, sweetie
Your poonany is screaming 'Feed me' so please me, uh
Free me, don't tease me, touch your toes and kiss your knees, ease
up in it, not minutes try sections of half 'n' hours
We'll be on every end of your house like it was ours
And you ain't gotta suggest respect sunshine, can't get less
I'll affect every part that your man neglects
I've been observing how your curving
Campaigning for a serving now see, I got that pretty kitty purring
Chorus
Hook:
One time with the sunshine
Sunshine, one time with the sun
One time with the sunshine
Sunshine, one time in the city
Verse 2: Treach
Are you in the easy cat or kitty category? What's the story?
You got two pairs of lips which shall I pick to make you wiggle for me?
Adore me, don't let that cat catch your tongue
One time wit sunshine and that snatch could catch you strung
Don't wanna wish to hear you sing, wanna know I heard ya sung
Here's one free vote for C notes and loose tongues
I'm here, you knock em off but you start with your boots on
A party wit the body, lordy, where only two comes
And the truth is smoked boots is the proof
Once tight socks stretched loose and condoms on the roof
Hittin steep and ain't complete til the kitten sleeps
between the sheets, now our Naughty emblem is written deep
Chorus
Hook:
One time with the sunshine
Sunshine, one time with the sun
One time with the sunshine
Verse 3: Treach
Lady, I crazy and underrated, can't be test of faded
Blowing up the spot like that ass just detonated
Spouting out sperm, not spaded out, wit my worm I waited
The hotty hair was knotty, a perm and she mighta made it
plus she had a shitty attitude so no alarm
On a scale o' one ta damn she was a yawn
Darn, wit most it ain't no speaking after freaking
a number one, more weekend in between meetings
But sunshine was pretty as Puerto Ricans, so that thought went down wit the
sunset
Now you wanna know how naughty can one get
Get strapped up like the Mad Hatter, lips between hips like Mick Jagger's
Do some cabin stabbin like a dagger
Just cool, let's wet up the pool and rub-a-dub
Trade your dud for a stud, bustin more than suds in a tub
So I love it when ya let it get it
Get thirsty like a dry reservoir, never sore when I wet it
Say pathetic but I say sunshine is super, put that poonany on the roof
and that shine might wake the roosters, so I'm thru til I scoop her
One time with the sunshine
(Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Damn, where's that cat?)
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14. _ Clap Yo Hands
Coming out the alleyways of illtown
Producer extraordinaire kaygee
Followed by the backbone, vinrock
And the last to fall onto this planet: me
Falling through the earth with a burst first for ya
Clapping ya hands now we must say errah!
For sure, but i am still thirsty, oh meercy!
It's worse see, come firs see, oh curse me! it's jersey!
Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in
Broader than broad street backed by mac 10's
No lights skip the cameras we haul action in.
Its naughty plannin' an orgy, already back again.
Kay's trackin' this so clicks clap to this as we rap to this
Hoochies pop their coochies and slap their hips
Even when in texas with no gear troopin'
That's when i find the baddest broads in houston boostin'
Breakdown feel the party
Put your hands together everybody
All the ladies in the house i call the honies first
Cause it's pure and ya sure, sure ta get your money's worth
So just...
Chorus
Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all say it's alright [4x]
Clap yo hands
To all my people on the left, "clap to this"
To all my people on the right, "clap to this"
To all my people on the top, "clap to this"
And in the front don't stop, "clap to this"
And to those other mc's: naughty by nature fall? nigga please!
We just took the time to form three companies
Now the whole industry
Awaits the new recital
I'll take your favorite idol i'll crumple up their title
In their face cause i'm fed up with that same ol' crap
Lack of developing your crew that's why your stage show's wack!
So let the sleeping and assuming and the b.s. stop
Because, naughty is to live and die for hip hop and i'm vinrock.
I'm holdin' down the fort around my block
I reign in this game jackin'other people's props
Many crews only stress me
Petty fools try to test me
Very few impress me, bless me
I sneeze upon the wack
No one but us could do it like that to me the rest's considered scrap
Fact: naughty niggas will never be defeated
Come and try word god, word to life, i put that on the double i.
Chorus
Clap your hands this evening. come on y'all say it's alright [2x]
Clap yo hands
According to the calculations from the slums it's hittin'.
Hey! kay makes tracks all funky like raw chittlins
Styles are splitin' think i'm kiddin'? well nigga listen
Clap long and steady til your palm's sore & sweaty
Started cutting more than petty confetty
Right after i said bye bye to ali ba ba the punany papa's machete
Hope ya ready, but if you're not, guard ya knot,
Grill, nose opposed to blows that's all the same spot
Still chill i rock real and raw like a brawl's a small fight
Shorty taking tall mics so practice saying alright
Ah-ight? - the party is tight
Pass the ball all in the back head towards the front cause the wall
Won't fall
I might make moves and motions
Start a crammed commotion
Make kitties and titties in the city glow like lotion
Remember freestyles where freebies
Systems still sound like cb's, leat tracks leave them wheaties
I'm greedy, can't see me
Wit bifoc's i fry then fly folks with high hopes
Watch my smoke now why choke
Sly stroke get by nope now negro
You were, dead-ass wrong
Head too strong
Now here's your zero
We can get deep like way down
Hi lobsters, seaweed, sand, sunk ships and missing mobsters
Hip-hoppers know hard, guess who's back again
That naughty click clan to make you clap your hands!
Chorus
Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all say it's alright [4x]
Clap yo hands
To all my people on the left, "clap to this"
To all my people on the right, "clap to this"
To all my people on the top, "clap to this"
And in the front don't stop, "clap to this"
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15. _ Craziest
Verse 1: Treach
My thoughts are thundering, tumblin
Sons of bitches, switches, from yelling ta mumbling
You ain't a pal of me, my family ties but not wit Mallory
My analogy ain't for salary, as I roll reality thru galaxies
Four centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of oiu
Witta chain representing penitentiaries
from Roman town to Borentown
From Newark to Illtown
And all you know from
lifers, Rikers ta foesome
Wasn't driving to fast, I was flying to low
You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening to slow
I'm abrupting construction, a pumping assumption
You diss while your family say I'm the best shit since fucking
Struckin 'bout an obstruction or turning something of nothing
From more things to more things, it's the rip in every function
Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks
Looking ta hump Ms. Junk in the trunk, pump pumpin me up
Chorus:
Jersey niggas are the craziest
New York niggas are the craziest
DC niggas are the craziest
Philly niggas are the craziest
LA niggas are the craziest
Chi town niggas are the craziest
Texas niggas are the craziest
Utah niggas are the craziest
Verse 2: Vin Rock
My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff, you get rushed, you
get bust
You call yourself callin my bluff, enough's enough
I'm puttin it down on the real end
This one goes out to all the people who be questioning
my skills, niggas I been rockin since lee twillz
and we feel that we build careers of steel
So all the rest come up and test but only stress is what you'll find
thinkin
Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme shrinkin
The sleepin MC I eat like good 'n' plenty
Lyrically spankin ya that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie
And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses
young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle classes
They don't begin wit no lying professor
they begin when Vin pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser
Lesser, a man should never challenge a clan
wit thirteen years experience of rippin mic's put in our hands
Chorus:
Detroit niggas are the craziest
Miami niggas are the craziest
Little Rock niggas are the craziest
Oak Town niggas are the craziest
Verse 3: Treach
I got barbarians to bogard me in
at a club that barred me when
a broad got thrown like barbarnigan born again, thrown aboard
A brim is broke to the back I brawl and band from brains ta balls
Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot
Blowing up brain cells BOOM like Beirut
Assume the same suit, fuck that fly shit wit the flavor ca shi
Gives last name ain't Suzuki but still my sidekick
Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique
You ain't rolling if our tape ain't what ya ride wit
Niggas snipe shit so I'm on a knife tip
Like the youngsters 'bout ta take you on some hip-hop ride shit
If you ain't jumpin then don't pump it
I'm hittin Jermaine in Atlanta cos he owe me loot for that jump shit
Fuck astronauts I rock it
and from now on if you bite my style when I see you, I'm in your pockets
Chorus:
Cleveland niggas are the craziest
Virginia niggas are the craziest
Kentucky niggas are the craziest
St. Louis niggas are the craziest
Atlanta niggas are the craziest
Maryland niggas are the craziest
San Diego niggas are the craziest
Seattle niggas are the craziest
Boston niggas are the craziest
Illtown niggas are the craziest
Zoo Crew niggas are the craziest
Jersey City niggas are the craziest
All my Newark niggas are the craziest
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16. _ Klickow-Klickow
Intro: Vin Rock
(Strike a nerve)
Yo bitch, it was some bitch in a seminar
talkin bout you had to get up early to wax this
(Strike a nerve)
Them other motherfuckers said you couldn't even wax that dirty bitch
So wassup y'all?
(Strike a nerve)
Verse 1: Treach
I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the fuck up, ho"
Shit, shaved, and bathed e'ryday then I must go
Ugh, this is Everyday All Day, let's all say
Pluckin enough and roughin em up and fuckin em up always
Bet, let's talk about a back flash, ya jackass
That fast you flash witta match, your fast rap
And even though you didn't know me before the flow solo
It's no slow way to go, bolos I throw or sold
Let's pick a bitch to pick with, peekaboo
I see you thru your crew, now whatchu wanna do?
After that, caps off to the black frost
My pants always sag cos I rap my ass off (Oooooh)
You wanna talk about a badboy *?sanchoi?*
I'm bad as they come, chum, straight up ricochet rap style
To Vin Rock and KayGee, I'm the baby
Droppin the ladies, cravin ya maybe, I have the right to be lazy
Got more stretch to my swing and the stretch of a chicken wing
The flavor is bacon and its cravin is icecream
I'm too trucked to be fucked and too live, otherwise
Ya drive by's smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed
Runnin and comin, drama starin wit a stellar
I need so many lumps, I'll use your head as a braille book
Many friends ships ink, quick, fast
It'll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your little tired ass
You tried to swing this way, you little swifty
(Ha ha ha, slum bitches still miss me)
I do the dumpin, humpin, clappin like thunder
and that's comin from a land down under
Interlude:
Yo, I'm sick of dis shit, man
Niggas tryin to cut, they rocks none (Strike a nerve)
Yo, they tryin to make us drop, Vin Rock sayin he don't rock enough
Yo kick that shit
Verse 2: Vin Rock
Prepare for the worst, cos I ain't livin loss
I wouldn't just give a fuck, cos givin is free and my fuck's cost
????? your loss in The Source, cos I know no way
I been there before, maybe 5-6 times a day
Sometimes I put my hands on my head when I'm done, from
and wondered to myself where did dat def shit come from?
And then I think about the Naughty and the Nature in it
and then the Flavor then the figures while I'm flowin wit it
So I won't give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten
You can't touch this, fuck what them throats written
I got tracks, better known as snaps, far forbidden
And the warm do, I know, I know how to make ya feel it
I'll take a head, I'll make ya spread and now lay back
I tell you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie don't play that (You don't?)
So don't start, there will be none is the lesson, folks
I hate cigarettes but my Smith & Wessun smokes
]From anywhere, from any corner, anytime that's right
Who you bashin? I go blast in broad daylight
You stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your figure's soft
I got nuff props from buckshots that niggas caught
Ya say you can't go to the takin me out close
Huh, in that case, you shoulda named your album "Almost"
I wouldn't rely on the try if I was you, yo
Cos I'm turnin tries into "oh oh's" and "hell no's"
I wouldn't be caught dead witchu up in tryin it
And if I was goin, I get my stiff ass up and rip shit
I can't go out like a wooden sock with padlocks
I'll leave tacks tiny and slimy like snot spots
I write a day, to me, it's a common caper
Say so much shit, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet paper
Interlude:
Yeah, Vin Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature, y'knowI'msayin?
(Strike a nerve)
That's right, so everybody sleepin on the up, stay off of my dick
(Strike a nerve)
We're gonna stomp this time around, word up
(Strike a nerve)
Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock
Look who's mother's in the studio, thirty sons and daughters
Mrs. Happy Thing is in the back catchin quarters
Come and try to run wit it, never in a lifetime
Thirty ????? could act at Caesar's, still I bet I get mine
I heard your girl's havin a baby, now will what she have?
A bag of dope, a bottle, or crack, or a sess bag
There ain't a part of me with 'sorry' written on it, slick
You couldn't rock a crooked cradle, you fuckin prick
The way I rock could shit, you just often like it
My style's so fat I had to throw it on a water diet
Bullshit ya not, I ain't the type to be fuckin with
Wreckin with, and if I mic attest it, I'll be neckin it
Onslaught at an encore, you stinkin rat
You're so dumb you tried to buy a fuckin thinkin cap
Now that tells us in a sec right where your head is at
In between some bitch's legs, lookin ass and lap
My name is Treach, remember this and don't you ever 'fess
That's a shame, I get two minutes just to say "Next!"
Fuck who follows you, you and them could help each other
I treat you both like any other motherfuckin runner
This is the Flavor, tasty although sugar-free
So have a Coke, have a smile and have a booger, G
(Why?) Cos you don't mean shit to me
I'ma take you ????? where good shit's meant to be
I rock a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track
Droppin more shit than white castles and neck slacks
A studio to me is just a chance to rock, G
I rock and rock, god damn, call me VinRocky (ha ha)
It's just what the fuck I'm talkin bout
I say one thing and your whole crew's walkin out
So do the lyric here, this is one lyric less
If I were you, I'd take and throw em on his fuckin neck
Something that flow should come straight from the horse's mouth
Mr. Ed's dead so his ass is the best way out
Shit man for hire, this hitman is the law
I run more tracks than a San Francisco trolley car
Prepare for the win-te, oh yeah
I could write your fuckin album and you'll soon be the last one there
I start to heat up and rip shit in one, see
You couldn't get it hard if the eyes were on Broad Street
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17. _ Chain Remains
Righ about now, I think it's time you explained to everybody
the real reason you wear this cahin around your neck, aight!
(Yo, yo this Puff Daddy Number 1-6-double0-3-0-5-0 representin Davenport
the experimental prison, y'knowhutI'msayin? Representin Double I for life
1-18)
Verse 1: Treach
Too many of my people got time, it shows as crime unfolds
Many snap in a trap now new minds explode
Learn the ability to find their goals
Locked in a facility where time is froze
God knows the heart hurts to see no sky, just dirt
They give a man a cell quick before they give a man work
So we get into this black, this black cat syndrome
Grow older like there's no heart and no soul ingrown
Bars and cement instead of help for our people
Jails ain't nothin but the slave day sequel
Tryin to flee the trap of this nation
Seein penitentiary's the plan ta plant the new plantation
They say we'll take the animals from cottons and crops
straight to forgotten wit locks plottin to rottin our stocks
They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under
Serving most of my brothers another football number
Judges look at our seeds, these brothers, like enemies
saying "We don't need G's", giving out years like free cheese
Free please, nigga, ain't no freedom
Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep
reading
I'm here to explain the chain remain the same
maintain for the brothers and sisters locked
Chorus: The chain remains
*repeat x4*
(Prisoner 1-5-4-3-0-5-0 representin Jersey. All y'all niggas better back
the fuck up, man, it's gettin busy)
(Yo this is Big Kym comin straight outta Compton. I'm locked up in Fort
Dix, New Jersey, Number 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I, I be checkin y'all out in 1997,
later)
Verse 2: Treach
Nowadays still we're captured, still hear wicked laughter while shackled
we're beaten and battered then cuffed after we're tackled
We're tugged while increasing the mugged and indecent
hit one more time wit a black jack then dragged in the precinct
Still don't know what the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped
made into a convict, booked then fingerprinted
How many more times of this humiliation?
How many more bouts do we have to lose while we fight for our rights in
this nation
that we supposed ta have since birth
but the breaks on the bricks get worse, so it's jail first
And that's all they offer us
Ain't that right Mr Officer?
Chorus (x10)
(This is Orion 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennesee outta Fort Dix representin
Cleveland and Illtown)
Verse 3: Treach
Some rob blocks, does it matter or should it?
While ghetto's dodge, cops duck bullets and pull it
I "Hang Out and Hustle wit my friends" til the end, til the day we burn
pens
Ain't no mystery we need victory, the system conspired
the days of the riots ain't retired
But brothers staying calm cos they soldiers
til when the only solutions revolution, no we told ya
The chain remains til we uprise
Stuck in a land where we ain't meant to survive
and I hope this don't suit ya, some work
like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to save for a future
And that's when the cost is the man within
And we're just as lost as the land we in
Some balst, some based and some dropped down
and most who sold it right now are lock down and rocked round
And it's been happenin so much
that they make it so that it ain't even no shock now
Chorus (x5)
(This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chillin at Fort Dix representin 118.
Get out in '96)
The chain remains (Peace then!)
(This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 from Washington DC. Right now
I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, Jersey. My outdate is 12/25/2003. Way I'm thinkin
is, aah, it's on, mad stuff and we all better do somethin for the brothers
who is locked dizzown. Cos they locked down and I don't care if we
definitely lock down the heat. Do something, do somethin bad. Peace out!)
Outro:
Yo what's up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as 1-11-7-19
I'd like to give a couple of shouts to come of the brothers
I was locked down wit in Borentown
Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller
My man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahud from Camden
and I'm out!!
PS] Flash,
Thankx a fuckin heaps for lettin me use this very private
e-mail address. You truly are fuckin legend
Peace out,
MM
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18. _ Klickow Klickow
Intro:
118, cruddy click, naughty by nature, the rottin' razkals, the road dawgs
1-2-3 i'm up to bat so pitch me an mc so i can get ill
And knock his ass into left field
I'm still a body bruisin' master
Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and i'll outcast ya
Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it
5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like onyx said
Don't make me act the fuck up i'm known to have a hot head
Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler
A star spangler boogie banger
Rottin' razklas
118 on the scene i'm representin'
And if i ain't punchin' and thumpin' i'm stompin'
And kickin'' in nigga take a step back
It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap
If ya don't wanna brawl jack
Guzzle down a 40 till i'm all full
Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull
I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind
When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find
No he didn't but i'll you
Hook:
I tell you what good with deez some and the how
Cause that's why i stays with my klickow klickow (x2)
Right out the alleys of cali
Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one
Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from inglewood
Watch us bring wreck quick
Road dawgs the next kick
Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip
235 thick
Ingelwood illtown click
Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix
Boobie and luvchild staying trues paying dues
Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools
And slaying crews
Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle
In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle
Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty
Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me
Don't sleep on jersey nor california shit is grimmy trim ya limb
Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya
It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow
Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow
Treach:
Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines
So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines
Swift kicking cocks i hit spots and blocks
So listen pops then i'll miss you like i miss measles
Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox
Givin' props to all the old school that paved the way
Plus zero i fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey
Three letters describing that ass here's a clue
S-c-k the only thing missing is you
Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton
Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums
Try it riot i'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap
Cause i ain't the the the that to flap the yap
A black alley cats can catch my back
And to that and these scrap
Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks
Of macks fake macks break their necks to say i take that back
You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends
But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims
That's how it go that's how we roll pow!
Cause that's how i stand with mine klickow klickow
Hook
Gutta nigga and i face finsta the two man cruddy collision
Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'
Keep my material similar to a serial killer
Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller
Now here i go with the klick klacks the tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter
Pat
Pats to better brat packs
I'm airing shit out like dat
Jack it's judgement day and i'm seenin' is human beings
Got cha fleein' word to me mook daddy and little steven
Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop
Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not
Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk
It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault
I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit
Flowin' with that music nigga won't you use it
To your advantage if you could manage the damage
I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded
Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards
Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse
On the contrary i'm not ya ordinatry adversary
That's secondary i leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry
Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'
From the beatin' ya seekin'
Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'
On time for too much tough talk
Nigga walk and keep walking
Fore i take ya tongue and make you stop talking
I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late
Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state
Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag
Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag
Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds
A rugged cruddy click from the guttas of illtown
This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on
With more thong then janet with her panties on
Ya best to get it out the way boy
The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow
Hook
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19. _ Feel Me Flow
You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric
lyrically splittin dismissin
I'm on a mission of just hitting
now it's written and kitten hittin wit mittens
I'm missing wishing man listen
I glisten like sun and water while fishing.
Bust the move and then swerve
Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word
Damn, you nerd man, you heard
Coming from the town of Illy and alleys are
full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get
Silly as Sally then found in alleys, I'm rowdy really
1-So here we go now,
Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow
Never mixing with tricking brothers bitching
Over fixins that ain't fittin to be hittin.
On nothin splittin things that's bitten
And gettin written off
Like a fatter bad bladder boy ya pissing me off
Before you even started so what
So long see you fly by my try how else
Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye.
(rpt 1, 1)
The flow pro poetical with skills only
A vet'll know better know where's
The wetter flow that'son point like
Decimals manhandlin new crews
Partying with the Zoo Crew
Looking for the pink in poo poo.
I thought you knew too stone style is of stamina
Jammin ta while we plannin ta jam
We bust plus we're the party
Amateur damager managin damagin mics
Men and even mannequins.
You're a fan again now I wanna know whose the man again?
Naughty's back like vertibrates word to hey-a-ho
The way I show you pray I flow
Steady breakin to the boogie so bang time
To slang bang and watch all the poo tang tangs hang
(rpt 1, 1)
Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat
The beat the break into boogie
Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies
All we wanna know is if your body wanna party
It's nuff poo tang tang for everybody
So hip up and split up get up
Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up
No guts set up for sit ups flip up watch us rip up.
Shakes shows until they fizz up
Rizz up like your with us if not zip up
You lip up whip up.
Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones
We come back cause we heard
Hip hop needed another anthem
Black like Noah in fact and for ya
If we was back in the days with the Drifters
We would've been known as the Flowers
Bevin these since the seventies
Find me so we went crazy in the eighties
So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties
Oops the Naughty's troop in sections of forties
So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty.
(rpt 1, 1)
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20. _ Holdin' Fort
Intro:
Oh, oh hell yeah
(*police sirens, car screeches*)
(Alright we don't want any problems here. Y'all just break it up) Five-0
(Just, just) Say what? (go on home)
(We don't wanna take anybody in. We don't wanna give any citations
I ain't goin nowhere, I ain't goin nowhere
(Ahh, just, ahh, go on home and turn down that music)
Fuck that we havin fun (Turn, I want the music turned off)
ain't nobody doin nuttin, ain't nobody doin nuttin (right now!)
Verse 1: Treach
From stank booties wit cooties
the finest head is hoochie's
Bunta, change your name from Kunta
Still wouldn't do that shit that you say, who play
with that hoopla hooray, who say? What? Who try?
You lie where you try you want ta see your whole damn crew fry
The moral of the story, niggas handling it
Crooked cops wanna run us out but we ain't abandoning shit
Cos we from 1-1-8 wit a slum of crazy
niggas wit sawn offs, tre-8's, plus nine millimetres WAIT!
You don't wanna start a riot
cos they won't jack shit, get quiet til half the fucking force is fired
Done em boys now dem unemployed
See them on Orange Street looking ta get broke fiending in dope, looking to
get corduroy
boy the son of Tory, a tray hot hole
She play that model like a throttle to waddle a bottle
Stop that crooked cop shit is the topic
We're coming, fuck a summons, so long as Illtown rocks it, you can't stop
it
Chorus:
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound don't worry now cos they found Illtown
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now!
Interlude:
(This is car number 5-0
We have no control over the situation
We are now dispersing
We advise the Mayor be moved immediately
My God, at least 1500 people are marching straight for City Hall)
Verse 2: Treach
To bad if you're agile, knee check fragile, eject, reject
What's left of your respect? A bag of shit, did you see yet?
I'll G it like Viet-nam bomb, so be it
Even freak it from the deepest ta weakest, even beat walkers beat it
Body breaker from the bricks bank and booty bumper who knew boo
hoo, scary like voodoo, strictly Illtown and Zoo crew
The party can't quit it's been plan, bought cop's hunt and man's sport
They scam sports while Illtown and Newark stand fort
We don't wrestle and fools don't disrespect us
They don't want ta get pulled inside-out from their assholes and lassoed
We just break down and boogie oogie oogie
A shoutout ta Ski, Steve Pedro, Gutta and Mookie
We're on a mission to keep pou people hoppin and hippin instead of trippin
even if the city won't give us permission
Listen now, party's mo' butter now, better not fuck around and try ta shut
us down
We'll find out who run this town
Chorus:
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry cos they found Illtown
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, pound the sound!
Verse 3: Treach
The sound, the sound, I found the sound, a pound around
around a pound of pound of some shit quick ta break it down
because the boom-ta-bat-boom-boom makes me want to zoom zoom
in ya poom poom, break fool across the room soon
as we zoom pass one tellin me chillin's a felony
Jokers play like poker, now out comes the jealousy
Apparently I am politically overpowered, they can't touch this
We'll party no quest', protest show just the slums corruptest
So pump this, bump this, pump this if you want this
but funk that, funk them, funk this if they front wit
that same ol jibber jabber yap flapping groupie crew
Etcetera etcetera, ya gotta move the same ol woopty woo
You ain't even gotta fill me in, ya better me kill then
cos we straight holdin fort like them Indians
You talk that I'll lock you up for loitering
You'll hit the border then, then you won't be ploicin you'll be borderin
Chorus:
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry now cos they found Illtown
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry now cos they found Illtown
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, pound the sound
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21. _ It's Workin'
CHORUS
It's workin', It's workin'
Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!
I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets, we reign and we pop, and daily
routine sweeps.
It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit, so there you have it, I'm a
addict.
When I'm near the mike I gots to grab it. Rip the system to shreds, grab
the braids in my head.
Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said. This is your introduction
to the new episode.
With the Double I countin' down to explode.
Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, livin' rotten to the
core
everybody to the right, cause all I got left is my flow.
I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean. Uh oh, I guess
it's going' down, not now, right now.
So I got down with the git down for Illtown. Figure it's the fine
fanny,
I miss my mammy.
And you could ask my uncle Randy, I'm grateful for my granny nanny
that's
my mother's mammy. Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we're
still family.
Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets. Cuz I might
wind
up doing that same old cruddy shit.
Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood. Back cockin',
buckshottin', your ass is shot.
CHORUS
It's workin', It's workin'
Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!
Can you chill a can can you spill a can can you kill a can I know I can
I
know I can I know I can can an American a Republican tucking with this
African can from this kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick wick
wack that's Dionne Dionne should have predicted her quick trip and
Stayed
cool like fuckin' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the
unbelievable bastard I be Well belive that shit's some be on Settle the
score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by
puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step
KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now forgive the enemy
be
a friend of me you teach but forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in
the
streets preach love practice hate break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on
your structure Stain your whole establishment let's get specific style
that's horiorific twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic
we'll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you nitwit
cancel
Christmas won't stop this slick shit
CHORUS
It's workin', It's workin'
Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!
time to do sit up I'm a loose nut watch crews get cut bring it to my
illtown grounds and lose your butts but whaqt is the matter matter
of fact I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap
Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucka
truck I shoula told you Large Marge sent her two chocolates away from
being sloppy in bunches with no lunches step with the punches and try
some
butt crunches get your hands clappin front and the back and keep a cool
head for all my swingers packin attackin' back in the motherfuckin'
house
done travelled a milion miles and I'm still kickin' styles backsnack
taht
ass back now how's about that? you feel about as shitty as a baby's
unwiped ass crack I'll crack a bat dead on the back black and leave you
layin' there flat as a flapjack
We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie after this instead of beef
you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky lackin' lucky so worlds fear
these
and there'll be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no world's series
Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man
what's happenin'? check the skills on the real it's best to chill don't
be
caught in the down the hill ordeal it's ill
man this shit is deep huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a muhfucker
way
beneath the sheets full blows get thrown to the upper dome and continue
to
go on until you're up and gone
When we spot a block knok no tellin' where the rest will go hustle with
my
friends straight ballin' like testicles bowlin for dollars rollin' for
hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of
ten
scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's that group again?" on the ground
with no sound with just boots and chins yeah and ya don't stop lust
check
out us Illtown niggaz rock
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22. _ Hang Out and Hustle
The C-R-U-D-D-Y, the C-L-I-C-K
It's texture pure terror a street professor aggressor scale and measure
clever compressor stretching salary stacks be running blocks as a
factory
structure capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter
nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter capsule shatter scatter midnight
disasters clips I rather gather then flip for what I'm after now and
forever money makes things better at a regular gets me jewelry, bitches,
bankcards, cars and competitors proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya
puzzled see trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle.
Booda Bop, Boom, Bam, Bink, Bick Bow Bookow, Ratatat, Klack Klick, Klick
Kow, Klick Kow put brains with muscle. Hear a crew of guys utilize they
skills. Bang out hang out slang out work and hustle. Flip techniques
over
boogie bangin' beats. A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in
twenty separate suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like
Chris Webber a warrior from Golden State, and I conjure up raps I bet
you
don't know any they be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald
Denny.
Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next client as I arrive at
L.A.X.
I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step then stash the stem 10 clips
in ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked
wit
protection see X again tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans but if
shit
is slow in comin' a fiend that's one thing thats when you see twenty
niggas running to one fiend.
Yo black tops I got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or next
time I swear I'll sell you flour I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy
living fatty plus I got a little man calling me daddy my lady and little
man they need me and I need 'em I gotta see em and please 'em but first
of
all clothe & feed 'em so we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time
and life while I'm in this game I'm making sure that mine is right from
the beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to hang out
and
hustle wit my friends.
Well it's Friday night and the weekend's here. All that partying shit
must take a seat to the rear.
Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin' my
clips with my homies on the bricks my fingers stay hard. My hands stay
full of ash. My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash.
Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least, but I'm out there
flippin' clips feeding the belly of the beast. It's first of the month
money's comin all day all night and too many going for theirs I'm
cuttin'
sales off with my bike. Now with my niggaz in session we freestyle
rhyme.
Reminiscing moving that shit 20's of clips at a time.
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23. _ Holdin Fort
Intro:
Oh, oh hell yeah
(*police sirens, car screeches*)
(alright we don't want any problems here. y'all just break it up) five-0
(just, just) say what? (go on home)
(we don't wanna take anybody in. we don't wanna give any citations
I ain't goin nowhere, i ain't goin nowhere
(ahh, just, ahh, go on home and turn down that music)
Fuck that we havin fun (turn, i want the music turned off)
Ain't nobody doin nuttin, ain't nobody doin nuttin (right now!)
Verse 1: treach
From stank booties wit cooties
The finest head is hoochie's
Bunta, change your name from kunta
Still wouldn't do that shit that you say, who play
With that hoopla hooray, who say? what? who try?
You lie where you try you want ta see your whole damn crew fry
The moral of the story, niggas handling it
Crooked cops wanna run us out but we ain't abandoning shit
Cos we from 1-1-8 wit a slum of crazy
Niggas wit sawn offs, tre-8's, plus nine millimetres wait!
You don't wanna start a riot
Cos they won't jack shit, get quiet til half the fucking force is fired
Done em boys now dem unemployed
See them on orange street looking ta get broke fiending in dope, looking to
Get corduroy
Boy the son of tory, a tray hot hole
She play that model like a throttle to waddle a bottle
Stop that crooked cop shit is the topic
We're coming, fuck a summons, so long as illtown rocks it, you can't stop
It
Chorus:
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound don't worry now cos they found illtown
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now!
Interlude:
(this is car number 5-0
We have no control over the situation
We are now dispersing
We advise the mayor be moved immediately
My god, at least 1500 people are marching straight for city hall)
Verse 2: treach
To bad if you're agile, knee check fragile, eject, reject
What's left of your respect? a bag of shit, did you see yet?
I'll g it like viet-nam bomb, so be it
Even freak it from the deepest ta weakest, even beat walkers beat it
Body breaker from the bricks bank and booty bumper who knew boo
Hoo, scary like voodoo, strictly illtown and zoo crew
The party can't quit it's been plan, bought cop's hunt and man's sport
They scam sports while illtown and newark stand fort
We don't wrestle and fools don't disrespect us
They don't want ta get pulled inside-out from their assholes and lassoed
We just break down and boogie oogie oogie
A shoutout ta ski, steve pedro, gutta and mookie
We're on a mission to keep pou people hoppin and hippin instead of trippin
Even if the city won't give us permission
Listen now, party's mo' butter now, better not fuck around and try ta shut
Us down
We'll find out who run this town
Chorus:
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry cos they found illtown
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, pound the sound!
Verse 3: treach
The sound, the sound, i found the sound, a pound around
Around a pound of pound of some shit quick ta break it down
Because the boom-ta-bat-boom-boom makes me want to zoom zoom
In ya poom poom, break fool across the room soon
As we zoom pass one tellin me chillin's a felony
Jokers play like poker, now out comes the jealousy
Apparently i am politically overpowered, they can't touch this
We'll party no quest', protest show just the slums corruptest
So pump this, bump this, pump this if you want this
But funk that, funk them, funk this if they front wit
That same ol jibber jabber yap flapping groupie crew
Etcetera etcetera, ya gotta move the same ol woopty woo
You ain't even gotta fill me in, ya better me kill then
Cos we straight holdin fort like them indians
You talk that i'll lock you up for loitering
You'll hit the border then, then you won't be ploicin you'll be borderin
Chorus:
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry now cos they found illtown
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry now cos they found illtown
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, pound the sound
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