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"Ashes to Ashes" is a track by Naughty By Nature, from the album IIcons, released 7th May 2002. Full lyrics are available below.
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Lyrics
[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?
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