[chorus 1] x 4
Dont fuck with us
Watch these niggas get wicked now
Check it out

[chorus 2] x 3
Put em up
What what
Put em up what what

[chorus 1]

[vinnie]
Well heres a shot out to all those who think that we slipped
Doing this ever since 165, north 15th breakdancin with slick
Nigga what, Ill beat your butt
You niggas on a beef or what
And if I gotta go deep Ill cut
And if you try to face this
The naughty by the nature gonna lace this
Track, we be the cream of the pack
Dont come up in my face with bullshit cuz youre bound to get slapped
And then well take it to a level where youre gonna get clapped
And then well all be up in court, I dont got time for that
Cuz im, one third, naughty
Look into my eyes yeah you know me
Aint nobody pimpin like us three
Call us masters, o.p.p
And when I draw the line dont get in the way, Im paper chasin
Or Ill be cuttin you off like friday the 13th and Im jason
Single dont mingle with ladies hearts Im a thief
Im not a virgin but virgo birthday september 17th
And dont ask me for favors cuz itll be just like pullin teeth
Im on some new shit with niggas cuz you continually sleep
Dont creep

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[chorus 2] x 3

[chorus 1]

[treach]
Dun dun dun dun dun dirty the motherfucker with them jewels on
Did the dirt, turn the news on
Nigga left layin with his shoes on
With every clue gone
You actin nervous, whatd you do wrong?
Nigga lookin shady, all fakey all quiet
Ah forget about it when the feuds on
Now wha-what what put em up thats what the party get
I bartend on some naughty shit
And dont play that shorty shit
We hittin and kickin like (? )
Shakin like (? ) chicken like pick pick pick pickin the town
Dickin em down, pickin a hoe, give em a show, the rigamarole
So, if you ever gone report you seen my tribe
I best to pray you got nine lives because your goddamn eyes lied
(...? ...) thats 25 lines motherfucker you on my side
What you gonna do wanna do talkin all the drunk talk
At least youll die high

[chorus 1] x 4

[chorus 2] x 3

[chorus 1]

[vinnie]
Just look dont touch, just tip my bitch
Cuz things get crazy now
Punk motherfucker gonna pay me now
Got busy got forty got fam got (? ) got jet got slash
Diesel do, take apart that ass
Got another motherfucker get cash fast
Did dash smash, who you fought last, him or me?
Them or we? get hennessy, you memory
Treachery, and to the right of me, its that nigga uncle vinnie
What with k boogie on the break release
The beat dont cease til we double fuckin platinum apiece
Hands touched

[chorus 1] x 4

[chorus 2] x 3

[chorus 1]