Nineteen N

*sounds of an automatic being fired, then a single gunshot*

[master p]
Unnnnnnnnnnnngh! he heh
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

Chorus: phiness, (mystikal)

I thought i told you, have my mo-ney (whatcha wan' do nigga?)
You got until sunrise, or lose your life (whatcha gon' do nigga?)
We comin with them thangs, and we ready to ride
(where they at? let's get em!)
Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die)
(where they at? let's get em!)

[vinnie]
With a little bit of taste of the bass to the face
In the place for anybody not payin-on-time
Rather be up in a six foot cell
Before i let another nigga get flagrant-with-mine
And we be takin all cash, no checks, so go cancel this
I know niggaz are so scandalous
The ones i bust i'ma show em nuff ? on how many people
Thinkin that they can stand with this, sheeyit
I thought somebody told you, boy
Them naughty niggaz ain't no toys
You're fuckin with sixteen styles over sixteen bars
Sixteen car man entourage
And when we get things started, i'm the hardest artist
Styles i flips retarded
Family who can handle this
From illtown to s.e. to los angeles

Chorus

[treach]
Hear the tale, of the n'illtown o.g., better know me
Shape the gold teeth, cd be, bring the clip shells
And olde e and gats, so no one gets close to me
And down to scrap, raise em from that
True tradition, raise em up, and gangsta bitches
That'll blaze them butts, don't play for fuck
Now we had a dealer knock off joints, julie's jackin
With the drop-off point (yo what the deal nigga)
You backed out, i fuckin witnessed it
And have partners have to split shit with
(nah, pay me now, bust it)
At sundown see i went on work
I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat
Watch a thug rock, slugs pop
With every cop on the block, with double-eye on my mugshots
He better pay me like he postin bail
Or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail

Chorus

[mystikal]
Don't look now, but i'm back!!
Now give me all my props again
I gotta kick your motherfuckin ass for steppin on my mocassins!!
We blended with treach and vinnie from naughty by nature
It's mystikal with silkk the shocker and 'nem
No limit lieutenant is at it again!!
Catch me in the studio, tappin in from it, actin bad with a pen!!
No blackin, no ant-draggin, no babblin
I'm grabbin the mic in the booth when they peak
I'ma gon' get me started wrasslin!!
Turnin and tusslin
Clutchin and musclin
I saw myself the demons when i'm bustin them
If you wanna live you wouldn't fuck with them
Don't fuck with them

[silkk the shocker]
Ha hah, don't fuck with them, look
Nigga, i keep a tight show, luciano type dough
Feature al capone's way out nigga, i got that type of flow
Don't floss, if it ain't yours
See we a bunch of feature artists, y'all a bunch of "and mores.."
Get the picture like van gogh, plus they done banned our tours
Catch me gettin my floss on walkin 'cross marble tan floors
Can't even touch the flow, can't even touch no coat
Bitch i'm made now, i can't even much touch no mo'
Fuck the whole rap game up nigga just, one of my lines
Say y'know a nigga like me, you're lyin bitch
Cause i'm like one of a kind
From the jerz to the five-oh we get down and dirty ya heard?
I gotta eat, so i gotta go to street, cop two keys and a bird
.. so y'all better have what you owe me! by sundown
.. or else i'ma get mystikal, naughty by nature, my boys and 'nem
.. we gonna get y'all!

Chorus

[treach] you know it's naughty on the radio (turn it up!)
{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 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 two: vinnie

My radio believe me, i like it loud
I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd
And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block
My first name vinnie, the last name rock (rock)
But don't you come around unless you got a boombox
To add on to the sounds that we already got
We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes
Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime
Kay-gee and treachery's both down with me
The illest on the mic since run-d.m.c.
Whether urban or top 40, naughty, thought we'd resurrect the
Where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much i suffer
Epileptic seizures (ahh!) takin our time just to
Guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over
So call up with your request it's been a good long while
Naughty by nature's on your favorite dial

Chorus: rustic overtones and treach

[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 three: treach

When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock
Now poppa the cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock
Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob
Dressin wildin up my niggaz ? slice my tuner top
The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to watts
But later we go and party with more mami's than when menudo dropped
Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block
Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop
Find a crew to knock i'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot
Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop
My motto here you see is no way slick
Givin you news to get you off my nigga o.j.'s dick
Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics
Like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes
(no shit) my niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this
I'll blow any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ass kicked

Chorus: rustic overtones and treach *repeat 3x to fade*

[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!

* also appears on the _butter_ soundtrack and mag's "hustlaz heaven"

[mag] (castro) "car wash sample"
"hey!"
Butter.
"one of us! right away!"
"work"
Uh, where all my hustlers?
(where them thugs at?)
All my ballers.
What, let's do it like this. (get up!)
Uh, what.
(indiana, indiana!)
"work"
Mag in this muth yo.
Killa castro from queens, trigga treach.
(new jeru, dirty jerz.)

[mag]
Well can you get it like i get it, i got to get my blood
Known for slangin yayo and part the lick with my thugs
Fuck you, fuck your crew fool and all that shit
Bitch, it's a new nigga on the premesis
"work"
Ah, puttin it down like i knows to
What, splittin these hata's wigs like i'm supposed to
Whenever you, wanna act the fool, and come and test
Get that ak slug through your vest
Forget your dog, get bucked
Wind up and see you with all the garbage stuck
Now you in the depths of hell, feel like damn it ain't my lucky day
Never shoulda looked my way, motherfucker
Don't trust your bitch ass fool as far as i can thrust ya
Don't make no sudden moves fool and i won't have to bust ya
Trigga treach he got his pistol do
We puttin in work from here to russia fool
So what the fuck y'all here to do
"work"
Huh, and it's on like that
Motherfucker and it's on like that
"i puts in work"
And it's on like that
Yo dog i hope you cleaned your strap
"uh huh, cuz i puts in work"

[castro]
Fatal how the hood'll hate you, caught up in drama
Colors and ganja like black autototes for armor
Millies and macks never the same pocket
Kept his phillies and crack how the streets rock it
Switch em, b cases like he fathered the system
Organized block cinemas away from the prison
With souls, lost rows and so on
Fall victim to the streets and so much can go wrong
Rebels meet crumble and majesties for salaries
Out of towners and goose downers introduce pounders
A lay loot for power evil roots shoot through cowards
Lettin other niggas just regulate they hours
Coke or chronic, philly roll millie by his scrotum
Barrel x to g packs
Never got along with cops, like it was brett favre and d backs
It's how rap cats believe that
"just puttin in work"
And it's on like that
Castro, you know it's on like that
"huh huh huh huuuh work"
And it's on like that
Yeah y'all we gettin it on like that
"puttin it in y'all, puttin it in y'all"

[treach]
Check it, i get deep voice like barry
All you keep, naw you keep
Forgot i got permit to carry
All you sleep
Look at me, his face i'll bury
I look at you and say that's what happens when cousins marry
"work"
Hate that funk shit, don't show up
Tore up from the floor up
My gat's so fat it needs to loose weight like hold up
On the run huh, it might be bailin in a bronco
I be layin low from rocko
In a condo outside of toronto
How i feel about y'all poppin shit
Like a constipated port a lot of noise but you ain't droppin shit
This is me here, it ain't no other man
Always into somebody's business like you was (?)
"work"
Nigga i puts in like ten men
Kick up more dust than dirt
Drinkin more gin than vin
Well see no el nino or ghetto tsunami
Couldn't drop up on me so we got to fuck over tommy
"i puts in work"
I puts in work, and it's on like that
Motherfucker with them snakes and rats
I puts in work
"work"
And it's on like that
Hope you motherfuckers watch your back
Cuz i puts in work
"work"
"new jerus y'all dirty jerz y'all"
"work"
"ah ow, indiana comin on through"
"work"
"oh, what it mean y'all comin from queens"
"work"
"hey, put it down for my town"

[intro: (mag)]
Aw shit! here we go!
Aw there go my niggas over there!
Yeah there go my thugs over there!
There go them bitches over there!
Look out for shots for my real niggas!

[chorus:]
Where my thugs, where my hustlers at?
Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? say what?
Where my thugs, where my hustlers at?
Where my thuss, where my hustlers at? say what?
The henny's in me, you can't change that
Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?
Where my thugs at? show me where my thugs at
Where my thugs at? show me where my thugs at
The henny's in me, you can't change that
Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?
Where my thugs at? show me where my thugs at
Where my thugs at? show me where my thugs at

[mag]
Now why should locs give a fuck?
What? nigga my mental's stuck
I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the fuck up
Post the fuck up, smoked the fuck up, locced the fuck up
When the po po come we don't choke the fuck up, punk
Bitch ass niggas know they can't run with me
Real ass niggas they get it done with me
Because they want with me
Ha, it's just the low life i live
Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died
My head stays busted
All motherfuckin day, off that henny blessed with alhezay
Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til i die nigga
Bounce to this and if you dig it press rewind

[treach]
See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and stealin
While my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millions
My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illin
My gangsta thugs on this club on the motherfuckin realin
See, some motherfuckers got loot to get
It's just some motherfuckers can't shoot for shit
So my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hit
And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a six
Came from east to the west playin steelo with beelow
Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos
So we took every jewel that he just bought from tito
Then beelow rolled him through the desert
Left him bleedin in reno, without a c-note
A section or a solid to sell it
Ain't married fuck a ring, save the carats for rabbits
Cuz a pimp and a thug and a hustler know
You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you's the hoe, woah

[chorus]

[krayzie bone]
You see them packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud
Ain't no security at the door so they ain't even get touched
Now they better tear this motherfucker up
If you one of them niggas, us
Straight to the parkin, lift them nigga what
We all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots
Just watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels
Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin nigga we hungry
And we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the money
Call it whatever my nigga but i call it being a thug and a hustler
And you gotta have the nuts to be both
And i gotta roll with the raws
And get with the steady regardless
Fuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you with
See we the ones that like to crash the party
Drink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there
Cuz we don't give a fuck (we don't)
Just cuz i be rappin and all my records went platinum
Don't exactly mean i had to get rid of my thug mentality
But i know some niggas be fakin themselves
That's cuz they hoes
And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell
Ain't nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it real
So don't you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you live
Now i dedicate this to my real strugglers
Make em feel ya, fuck makin em love ya
And y'all gon learn, them thugs and hustlers
Hustlers, hustlers

We're in the time where many doors are too hard to enter in
And many people really ain't worth the mentionin
Thugs, me hugs, and plus a little gentle friend
Or the mentals if i wile i get antetion then
Do my drama from court to case
While others turn they back i turn my hate to faith
Thats why i'm here, but boo's, any place or date
If theres tear in my eyes you come to dry my face
Now thats deep, y'all turned from my fans to my friends
After the past, i didnt think i could stand it again
On the streets, me and miny wonderin shall i kill
I do for all, when will someone ask me how i feel?
Ladies, if youre down and my pics on youre wall
Just pop in this song and wont let you fall
To all my ladies, got ya letters and i love you to death
Now i appreciate the breath that the dear lord left

[naughty by nature] (coffee brown)
Why do i stand for my fam and put it down for my peeps?
(ooooooooohhhhhhhhh, i like it)
'cause they woulda done the same for me
Why do i see my women fallin down and put 'em back on they feet?
'cause they woulda done the same for me
Why do i put it down for the streets and my r.i.p's?
(ooooooooohhhhhhhhh, and i like it)
'cause they woulda done the same for me
Why do i embrace the face that sets the mob free?
'cause they woulda done the same for me

With the kindness of people and most dont even know
'cause this wilderness was'nt designed to see us grow
My thugs through the years who've always been true
Just know that i take the bullet for you
Life ain't livin without givin, worth fryin for lyin
Ain't jack for free, but i'm supplyin if you're tryin
Have friends before the benz, respect before a lexus
Mama's(mama's) gave us life, but brotha's have to protect us(protect us)
Some wonder why i still got love
Why i still live in the hood, and why i still share grub
Why i play with the kids, lose money on clubs
To keep my people off the streets and away from the slugs
Sometimes rats run traps while our sista's get named
Sometimes bitches do thangs, and our queens get blamed
But i'm puttin things on blast for my women and g's
'cause you woulda done the same for me

[naughty by nature] (coffee brown)
Why do i stand for my fam and put it down for my peeps?
(ooooooooohhhhhhhhh, i like it)
'cause they woulda done the same for me
Why do i see my women fallin down and put 'em back on they feet?
'cause they woulda done the same for me
Why do i put it down for the streets and my r.i.p's?
(ooooooooohhhhhhhhh, and i like it)
'cause they woulda done the same for me
Why do i embrace the face that sets the mob free?
'cause they woulda done the same for me

Where's my ladies who support and understand when
Yeah i'm tired but i still gotta visit the pen
I appreciate you love the love i show them
Woulda want the same thing if i had to go in
Lost the love of my life over stress and strife
If i couldn't care for me, i couldn't care for a wife
So i looked at the lord and what he said was right
"theres obstacles but everything is gonna be alright"
If you feelin what i'm feelin, lay back and give me love
So when you see me on the streets or clubs give me hug
To understand unity, you gotta understand we
You and i, you and them, them and me, see
Y'all did for me, now i'll bow for the royalty
Just to know y'all is the love the loyalty
Behind every strong man theres a strong lady with 'em
Behind me i seem to have a whole nation of women

[naughty by nature] (coffee brown)
Why do i shout out all my women and adore my queens?
(ooooooooohhhhhhhhh, i like it)
'cause they woulda done the same for me
Why do i destroy anything that stops my teams dreams?
'cause they woulda done the same for me
Why do i see my people is and tell 'em what i see to be?
(ooooooooohhhhhhhhh, and i like it)
'cause they woulda done the same for me
Why do i embrace the face that sets the mob free?
'cause they woulda done the same for me

Coffee brown:
Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh, and i like it
Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh, and i like it