(Nature)
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A yo, you love to hear the story
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again and again
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how a nigga used to hustle in scuffed up Tim's
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QUEENSBRIDGE let the battle begin,
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I keep my best on
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police arrest me when they dead wrong
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bring it to a pitfall
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everybody nice in stickbal
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it's New York New York
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nigga similar to Crenshaw
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hot summer nights
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niggas running the dice
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lil'hoes start fucking
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moms running they life
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served the same fiends
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since I was eighteen
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never voted
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ask yourself how the hell I wrote it?
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figure niggas out like they frost works
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I be the author, hitting you up
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like one shot from a Mossburg
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kep my money wrinkled
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cause some fiends a try to beat you
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if you ain't fam, don't even speak to
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ain't no need to,
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cause y'all niggas softer than clay
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wanna bet that's a cost you pay, muthafucka!
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(Beat plays!!!!!!)
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Nature's 2nd:
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A yo hot peas & butter
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now we pop at each other
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play the same corne,
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some stand
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on top of each other
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getting better view
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crime be federal
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Queensbridge, ambulance never arrive
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ahead of the news
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niggas jump from the fifth floor
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land on they feet
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go to court give the judge quick insanity pleas
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Yammi we need, hearing that the blue van out
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understand niggas do stand out
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change ya jeans young man
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change ya plans and schemes
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they cuff niggas on they hands and knees
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jump thugs like we trampelines
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the Shock program is getting too packed
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running through cats
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crazy bony, thun ya lady know me
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Madison Square,
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I was drunk when I got in the air
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niggas thumpd, I let a shot in the air
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whipw my prints off
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before I had to toss it away
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I had to use it, a cost that you pay
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Muthafucka!
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beat plays!!!!
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(Prodigy)
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Yo thun!
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Polla verse like a Dutch
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when a nigga frustrated
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relase anger on the paper
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record it on tape
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play it on the block
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on ya box
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while you get off rocks
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and down heavy swallows
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of Scotch White Label
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put it on the table thun
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I could see it clear
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not too many niggas do it like this here
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throw guns up in Nautica hoods
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and got inside parties
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shots u in there
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left wounds severe
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thun, Tunnel nightd
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club fihgts, throwing chairs
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I could recall
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so many shanks
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and blood tears
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burnt Dutch tryin' to get so high
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I swear, come to find out it was all in the mind
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now let's celebrate my thugs
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still told shit to spill yours insides on the floor
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QB, back'em to the wall
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Mobb shirts, Nas hoods and Firm leatheers
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a yo Nate we straight
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don't it feel real
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now let a nigga peel
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ain't the main topin
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stay on top
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and put an end to ya life
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for trying to stop it
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you can't block this!
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Word up thun!
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(Beat plays out the song)!
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Hot Nights
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| Nature |
