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[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!) 

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shoot fuck motha fucker caught wit the k ima let off a hundred shots somebody call the motha fuckin cops we can fight if you want but i bet i beat you boy
head
I cop big guns that spit super lead
So, play Superman, end up super dead
Call me Kiss, or da kid from The Lox
That'll twist ya moms out and do
doorz off da hinges tryna cop by the ten,
If a nigga touch a hair on my chiny chin chin,
On my chin chiller trench, then we spending a ben, Gotta russian
and the 'Tics 'bout to rack 'em and move the crowd

Call the cops, I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to steal the show
(Where you from?)
From the S-T-L,
holla at yo' peoples nigga..

[Verse 1 Ja Rule]
For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da
Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow'
Like
that thang thang
Get it however you want it cop a fo' and then split
Hustle hard and work your way up 'til you holdin' a brick
Cop an ounce of this
d-block, d-block)
La-da-da-da-da-da

Ay yo, the flow is here, the dough is here (yeah)
They gon' call this the hardest remix of the year (ha-ha)
walking, fuck all them their assumptions
Yo, call me the king, the presence of greatness
Often imitated, but you can't duplicate this

[Interlude: Trife Da
d-block, d-block)
La-da-da-da-da-da

Ay yo, the flow is here, the dough is here (yeah)
They gon' call this the hardest remix of the year (ha-ha)
alliance will call
With some grimy niggas schemin' on the shines in the hall
Fuck that, you and the D.A. spit-shine our balls
You can catch up with me
the grain
Now call it like daddy, call it the rest is in Jesus name

If you's a thug, go on, show us, shorty rush a nigga
If you's a hustla cop, some weights
gold,
But they say it's da bling,bling,
Call up my mans,
Hit da fone,we don't worry,(ha)
Get moved,'til dem back in da line,
Da boys don't know about
by deeezzz
Put them in the back of a stolen Marquis
Call the cops please cause this muthafucka smell

The ringin' in my ear sound like hell's bells
with music) oh hurt me (hit me with music)
We can trash this ourselves!
(Hit me with music)
(Trench Town Rock) don't call no cop
(Rock) we can trash
Kat. Heh, get that?
Cop Cris' by the six-pack, Range Rov?' Dot six that
Benz Coupe, drop six that

Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back
like I'm a slanger
Makin threats to my family, dawg I'm in danger
Who do you call when these agents want you dead
and they hit these penetentiaries
that's what I call a gangsta to the fullest, shit

I'm tryin' to make more cream
By every September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean as I
by deeezzz
Put them in the back of a stolen Marquis
Call the cops please cause this muthafucka smell

The ringin' in my ear sound like hell's bells
walking, fuck all them their assumptions
Yo, call me the king, the presence of greatness
Often imitated, but you can't duplicate this

[Interlude: Trife Da
You're the finest I've ever seen, that's right
Looking like a ghetto queen, so call it ghetto fabulous
She the type of I wanna bust
Said, baby can I
every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even planning to call
I want this shit forever man, ever man, ever man, ever man

Ok, hello it's da Martian
get a hotline
9-1-1 but we don't ever call the cops, for real

You could call anyone you want
I'ma kill 'em all, bet it on
Said we the only ones
on alert for the cops, be on alert for the cop
Spot us some hos, tooted my horn at the bitch
The riviera ever skaty, my team ya's the shit
Fifteen's
avoidin' by the government avoid the spot

Can't wait till rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend
My life my life my life my life
Duckin' the cops
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