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