Текст песни Naughty By Nature - 123
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Intro/Chorus: (x6) 1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and Verse 1: Lakim Shabazz ???? 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 the door Known to kill, dunk skills, e-rupt 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 Chorus (x3) Verse 2: Apache 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 grips 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 beatnit, wait a minute, hold the fuck up If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, blame 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?* to some type of tournament I cut ya fuckin head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best He`s with the 40-below footprint on his chest 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 limosuine The rest of his body at a dove 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 Chorus (x4) Verse 3: Treach You coulda been my main shit 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 thru 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, 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 butt-ocks 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 Chorus (x4)