1, 2, 3 Naughty By Nature (Ft. Apache & Lakim Shabazz)

[Chorus]
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and

[Verse 1: Lakim Shabazz]
Silly weak rappers are full of it
Since I'm a don, I'm puttin' out a hit
'Cause I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit
Flavor Unit, it's time to attack a prey
So make way for hip-hop's Green Beret
Bring on the refills, you see we feel
The name of the blame game is kill or be killed
I'm an expert, who'll be the next jerk to try?
Let me explain, you got eight million ways to die
We torch you, scorch you, make you feel real sore
Have that ass looking just like the spook who sat by the door
Known to kill ducks, skills erupt
You ask why? My reply is, "I don't give a fuck"
I'm a Panther, I love fresh meat
After I kill you, I'ma leave your body across 110th Street
My tactics are drastic and real fast
I tie a rope to a truck and cold drag your ass
I'm more than a threat, I'm a problem
To hell with Cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem
So don't whisper or make a sound or quote
Shit you pop go straight back down your throat
Everyday all day, this be the hard way
Putting rappers out of commission even on an off-day
Flavor Unit rules, G, we're taking rappers out
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three