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Naughty By Nature - 1,2,3 (feat. Lakim Shabazz and Apache)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Above the Law
Above the Law
Sampled Artist
Kay-Gee
Kay-Gee
DJ
Lakim Shabazz
Lakim Shabazz
Vocals
The D.O.C.
The D.O.C.
Sampled Artist
Treach
Treach
Vocals
Vin Rock
Vin Rock
Vocals
apache
apache
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keir Lamont Gist
Keir Lamont Gist
Songwriter
Anthony Peaks
Anthony Peaks
Songwriter
Anthony Shawn Criss
Anthony Shawn Criss
Songwriter
Lakim Shabazz
Lakim Shabazz
Songwriter
Luis Ferdinand Vega Jr.
Luis Ferdinand Vega Jr.
Composer
Vincent E. Brown
Vincent E. Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Naughty By Nature
Naughty By Nature
Producer
'Little Louie' Vega
'Little Louie' Vega
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
EZ Reed
EZ Reed
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3 [Incomprehensible] rappers are full of this since I'm a don I'm pullin' out a hit 'Cause I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit Flavor unit, it's time to attack the prey So make way for hip-hop's green beret Bring on the refills, you see we feel The name of the brain game is kill or be killed I'm an expert, who will be the next jerk to try? Let me explain you got 8 million ways to die We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore Have that ass lookin' just like this boo-boo slipped the door Known to kill, dunk skills, erupt You ask why? My reply is 'I don't give a fuck' I'm a Panther, I love fresh meat After I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across 110th Street My tactics are drastic and real fast I tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass I'm more than a threat, I'm a problem To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem So don't whisper or make a sound or croak Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat Everyday all day this be the hard way Puttin' rappers outta commission even on an off-day Flavor Unit rules G, we're takin' rappers out 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and Here comes trouble and it's all that, in fact contact You're next of kin, friend, follow the flow format While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised Ask me if I give a fuck 'cause I ain't got shit to lose Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up You beat me? Wait a minute, hold the fuck up If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, lame Handicapped, crippled and pussy was my middle name You couldn't beat me slick, snap that neck like a chico stick I know who'll getcha quick, who? My dick Tell me, is this some type of tournament? I cut ya fuckin' head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best Leaves with a 40-below footprint on his chest Fucked up, got stuck, go press your luck Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck Head found in the bar of a limosuine The rest of his body at a dump-site in Queens Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin' Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon I told you I'm out to stalk Last nigga tried me, died G, felt my tomahawk Apache, that's me, I'm gettin' rappers' ass 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and You coulda been my main shit but you scrap and will wack, black The only thing I smoke with a pipe is an ass crack You challenge treach, I'll seal you quick, you can't touch that I thought you did a triple 'cause you said, "Oh, fuck that" Diamond Hill how ya feel, hey Ben Hef Give me a hearin' aid or two then I'm thru 'cause I'm that def That's how we all be, tighter than small leaves Club rappin' all be, I'm wreckin' on all 3 This drill means chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble Is that your head or is your neck blowin' a fuckin' bubble? A B C, skip to the S T U V W X, don't fuck the Y Z Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-in Tape dem and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in So I'm straight, if I hear drop the bomb I have to go Break this nig' for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played Erase, forgive me not 'cause shit I'm hot, if I can get then you'll get got Au contraire mon frere this is all my hair I wouldn't cut it for the biggest butt-ocks out there Put on a tip or hittin' hips, I'm more than quick I grease my lightnin', it's frightenin' how I get, a slick Schooled, dark, cool Sagittarian Two types of marryin' very thick or very thin Naughty By Nature and the Flavor U N I T 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
Writer(s): Anthony Shawn Criss, Antony Peat, Lakim Shabazz, Luis Vega Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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