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Song title: Naughty By Nature - Respect Due

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(treach)

Were on wax and it concerns ya thats make us eternal like a picture
Ya bitch ya, Ill fix ya, raise a rapture ripped ya scripture
Ill mac a meal infact until I stack the bills ta rack the skills
Ta get a track ta kill them rap at will, the I is capital
Double l, lower case t-o-w-n
No trouble, Ill bust your bubble then leave you for ruin
Such come a dime a dozen, fuck some
You lost the race by a dick sluts cum cos nuts won
What fun freaking it frequently, freak wit me, slick ta freak quick
Your girls poonanys packed like tha freaknic
We get redicu-down-diculous and devious, believe me bitch
Now your fucking soul aint so mischevious
Diss who? were the hip-hop rap pounder founder
Ricocheting pm to am, frying freestyle flounders
Big as bouncers
Ounce ta ounces
Dont make us check you
Yes you, just know respect due!

(vinnie)

Im hearin niggas in the game yappin this yappin that
Talkin vinnie dont write and vinnie cant rap
But I bet if you put a pen and pad in my hand
I could write it in your face my friend, put it on tape and then
Give it to my nigga kay gee, he produces me
Pump it thru the flavor unit, spread it thru the industry
The next three weeks my single done peaked on the rap sheets
Sounds knockin from malls to swapmeets
And then theres oh mad tours and oh mad whores
We sign autographs by the gs in the in-stores
And then theres oh mad sex and ascap checks
So when i, um, plex it, its me Im in the beamer or lexus
Guess which nigga is next to flex this
Style that I be rippins authentic so dont text this

(treach)

You can fool some of the people some of the time but not all of the people
All of the time
Some of the rhymes some of the times cos some of the 9s some of em mine
And bout a brown as bobby wit a trolley
To bury halle, its chocolate so pardon dolly as a hobby
When it comes to harm me ya dont alarm me
Cos I roll wit double I and ron gs army
So thats 235 on a slang bang
And see ron wit a nigga for fucking a-train
And thats deep like the minds of minolta
Deep ditch like the swedish knits on john travolta
If you dont look good we dont look good
These nuts that soon clear the room
So boom to the break and break, ah, to the snap
And snap ta the beat, Ill freak them, bring it back
Sos I had no choice but ta roll wit the flow
Plus I came over the bridge and I aint wasting my toll