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Live Or Die
Unh, hehe, Master P and Treach, nigga. It's all family, baby, get them Naughty boys. I got the No Limit Soldiers and when we posse up. These niggaz gon' pay us.
Let The Ho's Go
1: Treach. . Bass me, face me, task the tip of a tastey. Bitches are sweet as a pastry. You don't know me homey, from a peach or a pony. I'm the Only, now your lyrics look lonely.
Let Me Find Out
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Knock Em Out Da Box
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Klickow Klickow
Intro:. 118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs. . 1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill. And knock his ass into left field.
Jamboree
Verse 1. . (Nas). Low profile, rap style. slick as new now. give the crew pounds. every time we cover them grounds. still surviving but there's a few down.
It's Workin'
CHORUS. It's workin', It's workin'. Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!. . I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets, we reign and we pop, and daily.
It's On
Once again it's on, it's on. . Put me on the planet, damn it, where all the slim shhh look like Janet. Slick consider this how I lick it and then fan it.
I Know What It's Like
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Iicons
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I Gotta Lotta
Intro (Method Man sample). I gotta lotta, I gotta gotta. . Verse 1 -. . I gotta chip on my shoulder that Bill Gates ain't make.. Gotta connect up in Harlem.
Hot Potato
(Freddie Foxxx). Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic. And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight. Yeah, there's no escape from the terrordome.
Hood Comes First
Start a riot, slash ya wrists red. You want an answer?. Do you speak delinquently?. Oh yeah. Theres a message antagonist. You want an answer?. I bet you kill someone.
Holiday
We came here to party, join together everybody. Let's celebrate. (It's a party goin' on). It's a holiday. (It's a party goin' on). . We came here to party, throw your hands up everybody.
Holdin Fort
Oh, oh hell yeah. (*police sirens, car screeches*). (Alright we don't want any problems here. Y'all just break it up) Five-0. (Just, just) Say what? (go on home).
Here Comes The Money
Here we go. Money talks. Here comes the money. . Money money. Money money. Money money. Money money. Money. . Dolla dolla. Dolla dolla. . Ching ching.
Hip Hop Hooray
Give it up for Naughty By Nature. . Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho. . You drew a picture of my morning. But you couldn't make my day (hey!). I'm rocking and you're yawning.
Hang Out And Hustle
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah. . The C R U D D Y, the C L I C K. It's texture, pure terror, a street professorv. Aggressor, scale and measure.
Guard Your Grill
Intro: Kay Gee. . *phone dialling*. (Hello?). Hello, it's '91. Buckle up, guard your grill! Hee hee. (Har what the fuck?). Has this ever happened to you?.
God Is Us
I've been the girl with her skirt pulled high. Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes. Now I see the world as a candy store. With a cigarette smile, saying things you can't ignore.
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