I wake up every morning I hear your feet on the stairs You're in the next apartment I hear you singing over there This groove is out of fashion These beats are 20 years old I saw you lend a hand to The ones out standing in the cold Strange overtones in the music you are playing I'll harmonize It is strong and you are tough But a heart is not enough How long have I been missing? It's getting colder tonight The snowfall's reminiscing I watched it melt before my eyes Your song still needs a chorus I know you'll figure it out The rising of the verses A change of key will let you out Strange overtones In the music you are playing I'll harmonize It is strong and you are tough But a heart is not enough Strange overtones in the music you are playing We're not alone It is strong and you are tough But a heart is not enough

[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!