IIcons

Lyrics
[Skit] Man, what is your opinion with Naughty By Nature? Ma'am— Icons, icons (Icons, yeah, icons) When you-when you say the word "Naughty By Nature," you say the word "icons" Oh Lord And if you can't say it in the same breath, don't say it all Take it to church (Is that right?) [Intro: Treach] Icon: a person or thing that is uncritically adored, revered or admired Or is regarded as a symbol of a particular culture or sphere, etc An idol [Chorus: Treach] Come with me (Icons, baby) Run quick, see (Double icons, baby) Come with me (Icons, baby) Run quick, see (Crazy is) [Verse 1: Treach] Double I-conquerors, 24/7 livin' legend From Jane takers, ownin' acres, the record breakers Known mobsters, hip-hoppers, you'll be vacatin' home Visitin' hospitals (Baow) with scars above your opticals (Ooh) Downed a dear one, watch him wear one, fuck a fair one If I had a sneaker line, trigger's the logo, call 'em Air Ones Ten bundles, big burners, burnin' the Branson Bangin' a bitch, bendin' over, battle the back, writin' anthems Who could hold me? Fuck, tell me, nigga, show me I wanna meet him, greet him, defeat him then say, "Show me" Shit started, nigga started, nigga parted He's free to follow, he's free to leave, he's frigid hearted I'm full metal, 'nother level, fuck the devil I got four bags for four niggas and four shovels I've been blessed with angels to stay untangled With y'all angles, hey, that's just the way my thing goes [Chorus: Treach] Come with me (Icons, baby) Run quick, see (Double icons, baby) Come with me (Icons, baby) Run quick, see (Crazy is) [Verse 2: Vin Rock] See we've been cheated then heated, some even tried to delete it But still treated like royals when we're greeted Believe it to be this, we don't perceive it 'cause we won't be defeated Historal icons, can you conceive it? And we done took time underground for us to rise on top It's got clear for us to rock the spot Don't give a fuck if you a fan or not, Naughty, we take props And if you plan to plot, well then we cock Glocks Eight minutes of slaughter got veterans runnin' for the border Everybody's fightin' to go before us Tellin' promoters niggas, "Yo, you buggin', they ain't that old school Followin' Naughty, what we 'sposed to do?" I tried to tell him it won't hurt that much, ain't tryna cut your nut I'm tryna show some love on stage while I zip zap straight So stop the frontin' on Naughty 'cause the damage we do Just get your shit together, you can be an icon too [Chorus: Treach] Come with me (Icons, baby) Run quick, see (Double icons, baby) Come with me (Icons, baby) Run quick, see (Crazy is) [Verse 3: Treach] But it was just heat to swords, never switch stop award You scared to show up like a bitch hopper would Durin' that warn paper, or cash Naughty caper Make you stick to your word like I use forty staplers Pro ho slappin', ain't your average rappin' We could make it happen, happen, battle rappin' or candle tappin' Shit, the soup you make, it can stack, shoot ya Hate me is mutual, the whole kit and caboodle Ain't my dog, you're my poodle, real season for treason You have to see son, my niggas see ones with three guns What's a worldwide achiever? The great die young, I'm numb, Aaliyah made me a believer (Good bless) They play me, I pull quick, wipe the wool with When shit looks good and still braced for the bullshit The bastard with bogard, come out with no scars No lard, show up then fuck four whores in your yard We shoot ya, we can't recruit ya Whatever suits ya, pack the flame to fuck up your future Stop stalkin', tell your brother's wife What you pulled out was harmless like Barney with a butter knife Trigger trench, Naughty murder nice Twenty-four security (How, how?), how? You never thought the snipe I got Jersey with my Brooklyn clique (Brooklyn) Was poppin' Glocks and shots for some niggas with some ignorant (Icons) [Chorus: Treach] Come with me (Icons, baby) Run quick, see (Double icons, baby) Come with me (Icons, baby) Run quick, see (Crazy is) [Outro] Hey Hey Hey Hey
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Credits
- Writers
- Treach
- Vin Rock
- Genna (Producer)