Radio

featuring Rustic Overtones

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

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{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}

[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)

Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!

{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}

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Verse One: Treach

I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER

Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE

To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE

I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE

Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers

Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers

Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher

Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya

The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles

of beer of beer on the wall on the wall

The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!

Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of

happened to happened to fall

we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL

So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?

Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!

Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought

Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!

(Niggy what?!)

Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach

{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}

{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}

[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)

Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!

{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}

Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!

Verse Tw