文本歌词

Poor Man's Poetry (From Poetic Justice) - Naughty By Nature
Lyrics by：V. Brown/A. Criss/K. Gist
Produced by：Naughty By Nature
Once again it's on
Dada
From naughty by nature treach is in the house
It's 19naughty3 Vin-Rock and Kay is in the house
Back your pack up it's on-it's on it's in the house
Huaah
I used to truth to watch Batman
To do the opposite on the ask-tip
'Cause I knew he ain't have enough
To tuck that cape and f**k that Bat*****
The only way is any way so roll with the flavor
Never gave ya a favor so hit
The verse inform your favorite neighbor
I'm the baby of the Bunch by Muntz I'm the one which
Be game to run chick down for the dumb s**t
On the down low like a kit my boys are like virgins
Turn to skin surgeons when called they come quick
Mickey I get tricky unlike the coward outta Howard
Ring around the Rosie with Perez so tell a n***a now what
I'll beat ya posse like meat in heat 'cause when they teat
It's the mother number one the f**king streets
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I go for broke till it's broken and more choked tricks
'Cause I'ma still be here when there's just roaches and broke bricks
Oh s**t the hoes knows and nose blows and flows plays
So playa's back home with some of this car play parlay parlay
What which gut sticks makes the cut fit much s**t
Poetry bust this is my justice
Guard your grill and get your gut split
Then all the beaten blacks will laugh
When ya sticks from ya frozen ya hit
How Vinnie trip gets dropped then bombed
Ya sure to get more than a single turn from John I'm
The Vin in 90 spank ya stanky heinie shiny with the rhyme
If still can't find me crawl behind me
Put up a hood up then get up ya ups
If still on your knees then strut with the mutts
It used to be for blacks
If you know a rope you know a tree
So now we get our justice through our poetry flow with me
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Huuah
And I am the
Bastard blaster disaster on a rapper
You'll be two different mother f**kers before and after
I trash ya Nasa f**k the yasser massa simbo slang
Close the chapter I'm the master
Four scars and seven cheers of guards seemin' hard
But I'm as black as the space in between the stars
So I'ma rise like a white lie and leave 'em that thin
And turn any n***a that thinks he can get with back-spin
Redman's in town time for some Aksion'
We'll get all our n***a's and practice practice battin'
Strip-strappin' slappin' rip rap in half and
'Cause ain't no faith or an eighth then happenin'
I call up all of my North next four checks
They're waitin' set you up then jump you in sensations
Look what the world made I'm your girl's trade
Word up we just blew up like the World Trade
Reporting live from down at the World Trade Center
Countless people are trapped inside
We don't know how many are injured at this time
Please stand by for further reports
Peace out to the youngsters big up to Redman
Rosey and Mickey and every thickie hickey in the land
Getting our justice through our sounds Ugh
For all the brothers and sisters locked down
Peace to north country ground
And fort town
Four to L and in a jail
Yardsville
Trent State
Northern State
Far away lifer's group
And Rikers Island
San Quentin ain't nobody flinchin'
And we out
19naughty3