Yoke the Joker!!!!
*laughter*

Intro: Treach

There are too many overnight MC’s but one
And too many wacked who haven’t paid dues
You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit
and we are Naughty By Nature and we will just do by terminating you

Verse 1: Treach

I can snap rap pack click clack patter pat pat
Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back
A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one
If I was born in Chung Li’s temple I would’ve turned out a shogun
Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can’t hawk
And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk
I ain’t a punk, I’ll slot’cha, furthermore I don’t scare chief
The reason I called you ‘pussy’ cos you are what you eat, each
look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe
Don’t speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op
How dare you even try me? Don’t you know you be funky, while
you’re smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle
Hot, wild, raw, whores’ still suave
*laughter* Check out this style that I’ve
soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky
semi-social, never seem sloppy
See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers
Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy
We see so-so-songs and some shots, so
snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo
Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin
Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system
Smoke the joker, three times over
and owe her, go with the flow
or I’m about to yoke a joker

Verse 2: Treach

All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru
Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do
You’re ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard
Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards
Let’s giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up
Grab your microphone, battle time shown up
Any freestyle I see while I prowl
I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow
Another victory, it’s mystery
I smoke your skull, your brain’ll come blistery
All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he
get the things he needs? Remember how blistery?
You ain’t ready for the Freddy of rap
You can’t kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me
slicin your life away, just like I might today
I eat you the psycho way, I’m rippin shit right away……
I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust
Take you to a ????, sure you can fly, just jump slut
You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like
You couldn’t wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight
All luck y’all, look at the props y’all
So proud I’m sure, suck my encore’s
Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo
I’ll smoke ya
It’s time to yoke the joker

Verse 3: Treach

The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie
is if your father would’ve bothered to pull it out early
You ain’t got a single drip drop, you’re stripped of hip-hop
If I see ya disagreein, you’ll be gettin your shit dropped
It’s extended version, the side you can’t fuck with
You’ll get the jimmy MC, you’re swift to kick the bucket
I’m tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high
Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high
Never would you ever get the thriller, say y’all sweat
“Y’know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat”
Because you know I’m better than that on my worst day
Takin competition’s what I do in the worst way
Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya
I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya
The proof is in the footin, my collar ain’t wooden
It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children
Physically, facially, racially made to be
crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be
Hot damn, I’m a man with a hand plan
This smack that then attract the new game plan
Eat your bi

Army with harmony
Dave drop a load on ’em

OPP how can I explain it
I’ll take you frame by frame it
To have y’all jumpin’ shall we singin’ it
O is for Other P is for People scratchin’ temple
The last P…well…that’s not that simple
It’s sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten
It’s five little letters that are missin’ here
You get on occassion at the other party
As a game ‘n it seems I gotta start to explainin’
Bust it
You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello
You get her name and number and then you feelin’ real mellow
You get home, wait a day, she’s what you wanna know about
Then you call up and it’s her girlfriend or her cousin’s house
It’s not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T
It’s just her boyfriend’s at her house (Boy, that’s what is scary)
It’s OPP, time other people’s what you get it
There’s no room for relationship there’s just room to hit it
How many brothers out there know just what I’m gettin’ at
Who thinks it’s wrong ‘cos I’m splittin’ and co-hittin’ at
Well if you do, that’s OPP and you’re not down with it
But if you don’t, here’s your membership

Chorus:
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who’s down with OPP (Every last homie)
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who’s down with OPP (All the homies)

As for the ladies, OPP means something gifted
The first two letters are the same but the last is something
different
It’s the longest, loveliest, lean– I call it the leanest
It’s another five letter word rhymin’ with cleanest and meanest
I won’t get into that, I’ll do it…ah…sorta properly
I say the last P…hmmm…stands for property
Now lady here comes a kiss, blow a kiss back to me, now tell me
exactly
Have you ever known a brother who have another like ah girl or wife
And you just had to stop and just ‘cos he look just as nice
You looked at him, he looked at you and you knew right away
That he had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway
You couldn’t be seen with him and honestly you didn’t care
‘Cos in a room behind a door no one but y’all are there
When y’all are finish, y’all can leave and only y’all would know
And then y’all could throw the skeleton bones right in the closet do’
Now don’t be shocked ‘cos if you’re down I want your hands up high
Say OPP (OPP) I like to say with pride
Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts
You’re now down with a discount

Chorus:
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who’s down with OPP (Every last lady)
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who’s down with OPP (All the ladies)

This girl ah tried to OPP me
I had a girl and she knew that matter-of-fact my girl was partner’s
that
Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah an argument
She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment, bust it
That wasn’t the thing it must have been the way she hit the ceiling
‘Cos after that she kept on coming back and catchin’ feelings
I said, “Let’s go my girl is coming so you gotta leave”
She said, “Oh no, I love you Treach” I said, “Now child please”
You gots to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go
I said now look you to the stairs and to the stairwindow
This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn’t have put your heart
‘Cos you know I was OPP, hell from the very start
Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it’s all about
When you get down, you can’t go ’round runnin’ off at the mouth
That’s rule number one in this OPP establishment
You keep your mouth shut and it won’t get back to her or him
Exciting isn’t it, a special kinda business
Many of you will catch the same sorta OPP is you with
Him or her for sure is going to admit it
When OPP comes, damn– skippy I’m with it

Chorus:
You down with OPP

Verse 1

(Nas)
Low profile, rap style
slick as new now
give the crew pounds
every time we cover them grounds
still surviving but there’s a few down
back in the essence
I’m asking questions on the phone
with jail adolescence
crying confession, the system’s supplying the pressure
my mind is guessing
Is living and dying a lesson
but not to be obliged with the mirage
of cars taking you off track
from with the gods focus on hard
Laid up smoking cigars
motioning maids to bring me toast and eggs
kosher, Ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya
my wisdom culture lives in ultra madness
devoted coach bag bitch
broke the average nigga’s hopes to get mad rich
But what’s the purpose
only the gods can watch the Earth twist
I’m physically trapped down on the surface
with all the crack merchants
snakes and serpents
foul jakes the searches
clowns with four pounds this ain’t a circus.
Chorus (R. Kelly)

Street dreamer
Oh mercy mercy me
Ain’t nothing I got for ya
Situations get heavy
Heavy, heavy
Trying to be a gangster.
Verse 2

(Nas)
The black clouds over the hood
I’m on the corner with the thugs
late night under the moon
as they assume I’m slanging drugs
cause I’m hooded up
thought a G a night wasn’t good enough
pushed my luck
yo they had a brother put in cuffs
Luckily, made it out of court comfortably
judge said I need a job ain’t nothing coming free
could’ve got a one to three
I try to school these shorties under me
but they can’t see
From life to death
so know we back to where we never left the ghetto
It’s a damn shame
knowing it’s a man’s game
shorty thinks it’s time to make ya plans change
all that running round trying to chase
what’s already here – been there
it’s going no where
pops told me knuckle up – no fear
I wish some of these killings
they could be prevented
whatever happens it was written
meaning God meant it
but during ya life you put ya heart in it
even though it seems we being targeted
let that brother R hit it
Chorus (extended)

(Nas) Sort of wild, since a child
hope was all we had
drip the bust out past
complaning the mental straining
how many in my crew is into gaining
subtract the weak links about the chaining
rise it start raining
Blasphemy using Nas name in vain
some plain supreme being
yet they lied in his name
I tried to learn the game
and the only thing I found incredible
everything I tried to learn
see, I already knew
And it’s embedded in my heart now
so I can sit back, count a stack
and play my part now
I saw my life flash in front of my eyes
he wore disguise
put a gun to me hungry he
went on to chastize
That’s Nas ain’t it
made it rich from entertainment
fresh wally’s painted
as he told the kid he came with
my first thought was how the game flip
Yo perhaps it was somebody I smacked
drunk in a party on yak
or was I marked for a contract
for some foul act
a little while back or beyond that
you got me laying face flat
saying my grace black
woke up in a cold sweat
Yo, I hate that
My air like I lost in the battlefield
that’s why I hit the mic with mad appeal
grab ya shield and meet ya maker
Queens niggas die for paper
these the things the street dreams will take ya.
Chorus