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?