19 Naughty Nine: Nature's Fury

Naughty By Nature lyrics

Naughty By Nature lyrics

"Nothin' To Lose Naughty Live Lyrics"

Fahrenheit Lyrics
kid creole killed all of his own people instigate the beat genuflecting in the steeple video killed what we once stood for who we gonna look to now? if these walls could speak i wouldn't tell them anything don't ask me, don't ask me press eject, and give me the tape if you know what's good for you ghetto blasting on the basement floor


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 fri
Power Lyrics
Last years rivals share their blood Sailor sworn to secrecy Ride the waves and stem the flood The tides of endless enmity Power now is all the rage Sons and daughters of the gun Hungry babies come of age Phasers switched and set to stun Power now, power how, power wow ! Here's power If you're seeking power ......... Doctor held you tight and torn Boy he was
ends
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 t
Honeybee Lyrics
Honeybee, don't look at me that way Honeybee, don't look at me that way I've got plans, I'm workin' on being a holy man Honeybee, don't come so close to me Honeybee, don't come so close to me An' watch your hands, You can't put a hold on a family man Hang on tight Through another lonely night Honeybee, you don't look so good to me Honeybee, you don't look so good
he 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
Glory Ride Lyrics
Winged with steel they fill the air The soldiers of fortune will ride In the sights of the enemy's gun Those who have taken their oaths Tonight Are well prepared they know they'll Door die even if it's suicide Let's take a chance As the skies will Burn tonite Wasted lives and spirits run free On the wings of no return Dressed to kill where eagles dare The fate of
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