Respect Due Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

(Treach) 

We're on wax and it concerns ya that's make us eternal like a picture 

Ya bitch ya, I'll fix ya, raise a rapture ripped ya scripture 

I'll mac a meal infact until I stack the bills ta rack the skills 

ta get a track ta kill them rap at will, the I is capital 

double L, lower case t-o-w-n 

No trouble, I'll bust your bubble then leave you for ruin 

Such come a dime a dozen, fuck some 

You lost the race by a dick slut's cum cos nuts won 

What fun freaking it frequently, freak wit me, slick ta freak quick 

Your girl's poonany's packed like tha freaknic 

We get redicu-down-diculous and devious, believe me bitch 

Now your fucking soul ain't so mischevious 

Diss who? We're the hip-hop rap pounder founder 

Ricocheting PM to AM, frying freestyle flounders 

big as bouncers 

Ounce ta ounces 

Don't make us check you 

yes you, just know respect due! 

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(Vinnie) 

I'm hearin niggas in the game yappin this yappin that 

Talkin Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rap 

but I bet if you put a pen and pad in my hand 

I could write it in your face my friend, put it on tape and then 

give it to my nigga Kay Gee, he produces me 

Pump it thru the Flavor Unit, spread it thru the industry 

The next three weeks my single done peaked on the rap sheets 

Sound's knockin from malls to swapmeets 

And then there's oh mad tours and oh mad whores 

We sign autographs by the G's in the in-stores 

And then there's oh mad sex and ASCAP checks 

So when I, um, plex it, it's me I'm in the beamer or Lexus 

Guess which nigga is next to flex this 

Style that I be rippin's authentic so don't text this 

(Treach) 

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You can fool some of the people some of the time but not all of the people 

all of the time 

Some of the rhymes some of the times cos some of the 9's some of em mine 

And bout a brown as Bobby wit a trolley 

to bury Halle, it's chocolate so pardon Dolly as a hobby 

When it comes to harm me ya don't alarm me 

cos I roll wit Double I and Ron G's army 

So that's 235 on a slang bang 

and see Ron wit a nigga for fucking A-Train 

And that's deep like the minds of Minolta 

Deep ditch like the Swedish knits on John Travolta 

If you don't look good we don't look good 

These nuts that soon clear the room 

So boom to the break and break, ah, to the snap 

and snap ta the beat, I'll freak them, bring it back 

So's I had no choice but ta roll wit the flow 

Plus I came over the bridge and I ain't wasting my toll