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Naughty By Nature
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'1, 2, 3'
Lyricist:Anthony Criss, Anthony Peaks, Luis Vega, Lakeim Sharik Welch
1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
So we rappers are full of this, since I'm a don I'm pullin' out a hit 'Cos I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit Flavor unit, it's time to attack the prey So make way for hip hop's green beret Bring on the refills, you see we feel The name of the brain game is kill or be killed I'm an expert, who will be the next jerk to try? Let me explain you got 8 million ways to die
We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore Have that ass lookin' just like this boo-boo slipped out the door Known to kill, dunk skills, erupt You ask why? My reply is, 'I don't give a fuck' I'm a panther, I love fresh meat After I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across 110th street My tactics are drastic and real fast I tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass
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 croak Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat Everyday all day this be the hard way Puttin' rappers outta commission even on an off-day Flavor unit rules G, we're takin' rappers out 1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3
1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
Here comes trouble and it's all that, in fact contact You're next of kin, friend, follow the flow format While you slip, I grip so expect to get bruised Ask me if I give a fuck 'cos I ain't got shit to lose Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up You beat me? Wait a minute, hold the fuck up If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, lame Handicapped, crippled and Pussy was my middle name You couldn't beat me slick Snap that neck like a Chico stick I know who beat'cha quick, who? My grip
Failin' this? Is this some type of tournament I cut ya fuckin' head off and use it as a Christmas tree Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best He's with the 40-below footprint on his chest
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Fucked 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' Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon I told you I'm out to stalk Last nigga tried me, died G, felt my tomahawk Apache, that's me, I'm gettin' rappers' ass 1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3
1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
You coulda been my main shitstain but you scrap and will wack, black The only thing I smoke witta pipe is an ass crack You challenge treach, I'll seal you quick, you can't touch that I thought you did a triple 'cos you said 'Aw, fuck that' Diamond Hill how ya feel, hey Ben Hef? Give me a hearin aid or two then I'm through 'cos I'm that def That's how we all be, tighter than small leaves Club rappin' all be, I'm wreckin' on all 3
This drill means chill, guard ya grill, trouble Is that your head or is your neck blowin a fuckin' bubble? A B C, skip to the S T U V W X, to fuck the Y Z Brand new, brand nubian, grand puba-in Tape dem and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in So I'm straight, if I hear drop the bomb I have to go
Break this nig' for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played Erase, forgive me not 'cos shit I'm hot, if I can get then you'll get got Au contraire mon frere this is all my hair I wouldn't cut it for the biggest buttocks out there Put on a tip or hittin' hips, I'm more than quick I grease my lightnin', it's frightening how I get, a slick Schooled, dark, cool Sagittarian Two types of marryin' very thick or very thin Naughty by nature and the flavor U-N-I-T 1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3
1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
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