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Naughty by Nature - Ring the Alarm lyrics
[Chorus x2] Ring the alarm Jersey bring the bitch out the bastards Woah yeah We get cash in wit bass D.O.A. You'll find that higher Brick City D.O.A. [Verse 1] It just ain't yo time yet, and you still claimin rhyme vet Criticise us when yo bitch ass ain't even signed yet Instincts is mental, some bitch stinkin gentle Go reshine yo symbol and rethink yo demo If fifth was a fifth we'd both be drunk And if it hurt my shit he'd be dead in the trunk Fuck the funk, pass the puck And parade on Upper Lassgate The charge in the city is still perform for Petacky In that case it must be Naughty for life Shout out to all my niggas doin 20 to life I trust fools about as far as I can see you tricks So fuck you wit 2, think quick I don't need you jinx (Ha!) CHORUS x2 [Replace Jersey with Westside on repeat] [Verse 2] Spoke the mic and let you kiss of death Smokin MCs before they have a chance to take one breath I got the shit to blow right through yo vest Any nigga thinkin they wanna step 2 this, jump and test Naughty's been known for bringin major niggas max of stress Never want us in yo party cos we crack yo set Little juvenile delinquent gets a classic vet Somebody come and grab yo child before I snap his neck Uuh! Yeah! You motherfuckers disgrace me I'll make money but the money don't make me Niggas like you be always actin so flakey Chess while you runnin round yo hood, don't shake ya Crowd puts it down on the level above It's international called Illtown love Witness this motherfucker just turn the mic on I spit this shit from my bitches who get they dyke on, rap pawns CHORUS x2 [Replace Jersey with Midwest on repeat] [Verse 3] Jerry taps some more caps, ooh where you goin Reapin in somebody half six in the mornin Whoo, and the rollin deep with they gat in they hand With they wars canine, and they batterin rams Somebody that got them mad Bitch rollin through the front fence, strollin through my back If Vin move the llello, continue to lay low You try to fuck me now you've been doe rubbin day hoe Could've been on the payroll, but you wanna play bro So muthafuck you and tell the captain I say so I'll show you the master you dick writin bastard My lawyer's so good, she gonna be workin in Alaska CHORUS x2 [Replace Jersey with Eastside on repeat] |
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