| Thru it ever time, comin at a dance
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| My man Treacherous MC, go on, let the saxophone man play a little
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| Make it lovely
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| Verse 1: Treach
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| You got beef, well what we do, talk to the bunny, sunny
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| He’s the man, Bugs the thug wit the money
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| Funny that you should mention as my family, they covered
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| Wassup to my cousins and my sisters and my Warner Brothers
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| Birds of a feather, flap and fold and be together
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| No matter what your whatever, endeavour, find us better
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| You mean he, she, them, him, those and others
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| Let’s kill two ducks in one, pluck, initiate the trouble
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| For those who disagree, I maybe feel the need to front it Show me your whole entire crew, two shoes and I’ma run it Do you want it? |
| Maybe so, but just know, we’re rollin spreads
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| You claim you want it but you need it just about as much as a hole in ya head
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| This is a flow-er show, a product float a while ago
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| Witta new swing, I think so, bring it, sing it, act like you know
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| And if ya don’t, you won’t by the time this track is done
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| Queen Latifah the sire, give em some, come
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| Chorus: Queen Latifah
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| Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know
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| It’s time for rum, man, yeah man
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| Everytime they comin at the dance, what you know
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| It’s for jammin, g’yeah know?
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| Everytime they come, you know they come without the flow
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| Soon we have a single, they’re the quickest out the door
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| The wickedest mna, the wickedest man in dancehall, well y’know
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| I’m out for rum, COME!!!
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| Verse 2: Treach
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| 118th Street keeps production, conjunction junction nothin
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| Huh, what’s your function?
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| I don’t mean to be blunt or front, true or rude
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| How can he diss? |
| Your honeydip looks like a honey dude
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| So keep it to yourself, greedy when you’re in good health
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| So before you come and try the Treach, try yourself
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| Cos I ain’t havin it, remember act like you know
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| And if ya can’t act jack, you best find the door
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| I hate to think a trade, I slot another, see ya gator
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| A stam yada, PEACE!, sasalama, lick em later
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| Yeah, you don’t have a chance, but I see ya next
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| This track is KayGee’s baby and he named it Def
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| I’m smokin in em, it’s like chimneys, I ain’t friendly
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| Fuck your fendy, I’m swingin for your diet kidney
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| Pimples are simple to pop, I want temple’s op Then slop your rock wit more floppin than a waffle spot
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| The wickedest man alive, I am what I am and I’m
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| damn good to be a no good, hooded by the wiggle in the middle, simple to party thumps
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| They call me the wickedest man alive, make em jump
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| Verse 3: Treach
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| Gettin it and hittin wit it a old fashion weapon when you’re slippin, I got
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| time
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| Try to stand and get rammed like a Stop sign
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| The bad just got worse within one verse
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| Put the shitty verse and reverse and this fella’s first
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| Wreckin is second, so back wit’cha wacked disc
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| For candle after candle and still couldn’t wax this
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| I be the wickedest while you’re still the wackest
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| I need wallpaper to list what your track miss
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| This is a double decker from the head wrecker, neck and head checker
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| Check the check and who’s def? |
| Who’s left ya?
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| Standin back cannin ya, plan ta stay back
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| I’m down wit Kay’s tracks, black, this is the payback, lay back, jack
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| I have you every which way but loose, blowin your sound proof
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| That’s happenin to me, your thanks for givin a neck noose
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| This comes naturally, all day and night
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| I make a party of all lefty’s leave screamin out Alright!
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| Talkin bout needin a lot more work than you had
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| Twelve years, twelve hundred, twelve inches and sold one
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| Who’s gettin done? |
| Who’s swifter? |
| Who’s badder?
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| You be able to get down wit some help in a step ladder
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| This is another song, we check out the style that I’ve
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| picked and rip, I be the wickedest man alive
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| Outro: Queen Latifah
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| No rude bwoy, come test the sound of Treacherous MC
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| Massacre Naughty By Nature, crew come flec, man, eaze up |