Ashes to Ashes

[Intro: Icadon & Treach]

Y'all niggas is like the ash on the blunt (Mm)

Dust y'all niggas off, uh-huh

(What's dirty, dirty?) Yeah, uh-huh, yeah

Trigga Treach, motherfucker, Icarus (Ah, ah)

Naughty by Nature, yeah, Brooklyn

(Naughty by, Naughty by) You already know, stuck off the realness

Naughty, you heard of us (Icadon)

Official shop par murderers (Uh), fuck it, yeah

Uh, uh (Bring it to 'em, hahaha), Brook-cha

It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust

When we touch then tuck, watch we fuck shit up

[Verse 1: Treach]

Knock pop the prankster, stop hot to thank ya

Ain't gotta like me sheisty but better respect my gangsta (You better)

Better stop like you a quick Glock swinger

My rap sheet's long and crooked like Chris Rock's fingers

They still linger, I peeled and hit Jello

Put some manure on wax 'cause see, the weirder shit's sellin'

Half-hearted niggas is still tellin', shit smellin'

Chip your fuckin' melon, flip your fuckin' felons yellin'

Money, I'll crack a melon (Baow), Rottin Razkals get the herd out the nerd out

I put the word out like word out

Bolos and some ass whips (Whips), bobos with some mad shit (Shit)

I'm back shit, oh boy, the old bastard

Jersey to Cali way, heard me? I'm wildin', bae

Grind hater ployin' all them killers in your alleyway

Duck, you motherfucker, run past another knuckle

We buck them motherfuckers who touch our motherfuckers

Scream, "Mayday" full of bullshit, some say they pull it

Suck your bitch nipple 'til they swell up like AK bullets

I'm an unleashed lunatic, blit-blit, the boom is sick

Fishermen'll find you in the net with the tuna fish

I'm the nigga with the bigger shit, no gibberish, it's niggerish

You figure this with Icarus

BK to NJ, yes, in fact, you know the T-to-the-R-to-the-E-to-the-A-to-the-C-to-H is back

[Chorus: Treach]

It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust

When we touch then tuck, watch we fuck shit up (Fuck shit up)

It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust

When we touch then tuck, watch we fuck shit up (Fuck shit up)

We don't give a fuck about you or fuck about them

Or fuck about

We don't give a fuck about you or fuck about them

Or fuck about

[Verse 2: Icadon]

Yo, this nigga Treach done call Ic'

On his watch like Michael when he called kick

Y'all better all split or all get what you askin' for

You bastards know we'll have your casket closed

You done want us to blast the four

And leave the top of your fuckin' head split like a pistachio, pass the dro

Shorty getting mad at Ic'

'Cause when I got out my car, tried to bag the bitch

When she fronted, he told her she got saggy tits

That day, the Benz had me pissed, we mastered this

Y'all know we run the city of rap

This the reunion, nigga, Treach and Vinny is back

So I told him, simply relax

Give me the gat

Point 'em out, and I'ma lay all your enemies flat

We gots to mash you, Glocks'll blast you

This is GMG and Rottin' Razkals, nigga

[Chorus: Treach]

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

When we touch then tuck, watch we fuck shit up (Fuck shit up)

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

When we touch then tuck, watch we fuck shit up (Fuck shit up)

We don't give a fuck about you or fuck about them

Or fuck about

We don't give a fuck about you or fuck about them

Or fuck about

[Verse 3: Freddie Foxxx]

It's Bumpy Knucks and I don't vibe with niggas who subside with niggas

I spit half of this .32 clip (Baow), and I'll subside you, nigga (Huh)

See, I suffer from a manic depressive paranoia

I feel you think about me, and I'm comin' for ya

I keep the clappin' in the party when I show up

All the thugs in the house get a little less hearty

Bumpy don't care who you shot, who you rhyme with (Stay down)

Or who your homeboys doin' time with (Huh, huh)

These niggas know the motherfucker that shit on the game

Hock one from the stomach and spit on a name

Gotta stand close to blast, I got bad aim (Baby)

You a small dog fuckin' with a killer Great Dane (Ha), feel me?

Don't let 'em gas you, make you wanna do it

Spit a verse so nasty the biters won't chew it

I'll clap 'til your body sweat red fluid

You'll be a rapper with no arms tryna pull through it, check it out

You must respect the three X's, that's me

Tired of white boys stealin' from the real MC (Stay down, huh)

Don't make me test that chin, brother

You might see that it get ugly

You'll be a fat vanilla I-C-E (Down, uh-huh)

Hardcore underground niggas, I run 'em (I rum 'em)

Hardcore underground wannabe niggas, I son 'em (I son 'em)

And their hardcore gangster homeboys, I gun 'em (I gun 'em)

And I aim for the ticker, nigga, make sure I one 'em, come on

[Chorus: Treach]

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

When we touch then tuck, watch we fuck shit up (Fuck shit up)

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

When we touch then tuck, watch we fuck shit up (Fuck shit up)

We don't give a fuck about you or fuck about them

Or fuck about

We don't give a fuck about you or fuck about them

Or fuck about

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

When we touch then tuck, watch we fuck shit up (Fuck shit up)

It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust

When we touch then tuck, watch we fuck shit up (Fuck shit up)

We don't give a fuck about you or fuck about them

Or fuck about

We don't give a fuck about you or fuck about them

Or fuck about

We don't

[Outro: Big Ib]

Yo, yo, what the deal, yo?

This is Big Ib aka Chaos the Druid, know what I'm sayin'?

Holdin' it down for Naughty By Nature, Double Icon

For all y'all motherfuckers that was poppin' shit that I had to go up top on in the day room

Down Bordentown, Yardsville, Rahway, I said all that

Yo, I told y'all, y'all niggas thought it was a game

We about to see what's poppin'

Hawthorne Ninja Massive

What? You don't know?