Chronic 2000 - VK

featuring Treach (Naughty By Nature) 

Intro: Treach 
It's Time to throw your dubs up 
Time to tear da fuckin' clubs up 
Chronic 2 on the Jersey Set 
For all you niggaz who ain't heard me yet 
WE RIDE! Chronic 2000. Still Smokin' Baby. 

Verse 1: VK 
Release the funkiness out of that chain 
Let's see who remain 
Let's see who got the mack with the irreputable indisputable brain, 
well unquestionably it's VK 
Holler Mayday, I'm comin' out to play, la la na na 
yo, years wit' papi cause I knew what I could do 
It's that, take the microphone and hold my own 
against any crew cuz, All I live to do is this 
Flex my plex and release cres and layed back with the sticky buddhists 
Partna it don't even make no sense to be percise 
Atomic lyrics hittin' ya boots makin' your fingaz drop the mic 
Handle your buisness, 
who's da first eye to eye witness or view the pain on the brain 
And plus get put on my shit list 
I'm takin' bolders, slashin' 'em 
Don't forget about your wrists, I'm takin 'em pullin you 
Like you was a Bitch 
Huh, My shit is addictive like that sticky green chronic 
Had you lookin' up in the sky, thinkin' you bionic 

Hook: Treach 
It's time to throw your dubs up 
Westside... 
It's time to tear da fuckin' clubs up 
That's Right... 
Chronic 2 on the Jersey Set 
Eastside... 
For all ya'll niggaz who ain't heard me yet 
He's right... 

Verse 2: Treach 
Okay, Black ??Dime Blaze??, the new millenium 
I got a dick to smack a bitch and make her Kitty cum 
Fuck wit Dimes, plus I trickle wit' the ghetto nickles 
Fuc