Naughty By Nature
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 1: Lakim Shabazz]
Silly weak rappers are full of it
Since I'm a don, I'm puttin' out a hit
'Cause I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullsh*t
Flavor Unit, it's time to attack a prey
So make way for hip-hop's Green Beret
Bring on the refills, you see we feel
The name of the blame game is kill or be killed
I'm an expert, who'll be the next j*rk to try?
Let me explain, you got eight million ways to die
We torch you, scorch you, make you feel real sore
Have that a** looking just like the spook who sat by the door
Known to kill ducks, skills erupt
You ask why? My reply is, "I don't give a f**k"
I'm a Panther, I love fresh meat
After I kill you, I'ma leave your body across 110th Street
My tactics are drastic and real fast
I tie a rope to a truck and cold drag your a**
I'm more than a threat, I'm a problem
To hell with Cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem
So don't whisper or make a sound or quote
Sh*t you pop go straight back down your throat
Everyday all day, this be the hard way
Putting rappers out of commission even on an off-day
Flavor Unit rules, G, we're taking rappers out
One, motherf**kin' two, motherf**kin' three

[Chorus]
One, motherf**kin' two, motherf**kin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherf**kin' two, motherf**kin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and

[Verse 2: Apache]
Here comes trouble and it's all that, in fact, contact
Your next of kin, friend, follow the flow format
While you slept, I crept, so expect to get bruised
Ask me if I give a f**k 'cause I ain't got sh*t to lose
F**k around, lay around and get stuck up
You beat me? Wait a minute, hold the f**k up
If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, lame
Handicapped, crippled and pu**y was my middle name
You couldn't beat me, slick, snap that neck like a Chick-O-Stick
I know who'd beat you quick (Who? My d**k)
Tell me, is this some type of tournament?
I'll cut your f**kin' head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament
Come and give me a test, whoever claims to be the best
Leaves with a forty-below footprint on his chest
F**ked up, got stuck, go press your luck
Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck
Head found in the bar of a limousine
The rest of his body at a dump-site in Queens
Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin'
You f**ked up, made a wrong turn, and entered the dragon
I told you I'm out to stalk
Last n***a tried me died, G, felt my tomahawk
Apache, that's me, I'm get in rappers' a**
One, motherf**kin' two, motherf**kin' three
[Chorus]
One, motherf**kin' two, motherf**kin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherf**kin' two, motherf**kin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherf**kin' two, motherf**kin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherf**kin' two, motherf**kin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and

[Verse 3: Treach]
You coulda been my main sh*t stain, but you scrap and real wack, black
The only thing I smoke with a pipe is an a** crack
You challenge Treach, I'll show you quick you can't touch that
I thought you did a triple 'cause you said, "Oh, f**k that"
Down the hill, how you feel? Hey, Ben Hef
Give me a hearin' aid or two, then I'm through, 'cause I'm that def
That's how we all be, tighter than small Lees
Club, rap, and R&B, I'm wreckin' on all three
This drill means chill, guard your grill, trouble
Is that your head or is your neck blowin' a f**kin' bubble?
A-B-C, skip to the S-T
U-V-W-X, to f**k the Y-Z
Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-in tape
Damn, it proves me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then, wait
Let me hear another tune, tune me in 'til I'm straight
If I hear "Drop the Bomb," I have to go break a snake
For any time or any day, there's many rhymes and plenty ways
Forget me not, 'cause sh*t, I'm hot, if I get get, then you'll get got
Au contraire, mon frère, this is all my hair
I wouldn't cut it for the biggest b***ocks out there
But on the tip or hittin' hips, I'm more than quick
I grease my lightning, it's frightening how I get
A slick, smooth, dark, cool Sagittarian
Two types of marryin', very thick or very thin
Naughty By Nature and the Flavor U-N-I-T
One, motherf**kin' two, motherf**kin' three
[Chorus]
One, motherf**kin' two, motherf**kin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherf**kin' two, motherf**kin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherf**kin' two, motherf**kin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherf**kin' two, motherf**kin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and