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(Nature) |
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Fire.. it's fire, put the fire out |
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Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo |
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I got the whole city stoppin, O.G.'s diddy-boppin |
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Playin my shit, critics sayin my shit |
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Tryin to get me for that ice that lay on my wrist |
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It's like flippin on your wife, cause I made her my bitch |
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Feel me? I play with any card you niggaz deal me |
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Every nigga out the fam is guilty, I plead the fifth |
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Queens niggaz be the strength, the lock and chain |
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Thugs on the block know I got the game |
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You mighta heard me with The Firm and forgot my name, pardon me |
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It's N-A-T-U-R-E |
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The latest Barkley's, known to smack niggaz nonchalantly |
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Queensbridge, same hood as Nas and Mobb Deep |
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Ghettofabulous, class of nine-eight my fellow graduates |
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Well known savages, we elbow cabbages |
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Niggaz better duck or I'ma spray a round |
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I make it like the O.K. Corral, blazin 'til I lay 'em down |
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(Chorus - repeat 2X) |
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If you need flames, you need this |
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If you resist, you need help |
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Third degree burns, the heat felt |
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Blaze when I know that it's on, what you thought it was a false alarm? |
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(Nature) |
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Yo, yo, aiyyo |
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I got more twists than Six Flags, more chicks than gym class |
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Overweight momma sippin Slim Fast, glad to meet Nate |
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The casualty rate, risin like yeast |
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And they label me surprise of the streets, Cobra Commander |
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I smoke Newports, meanin I roll with cancer |
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F**k what y'all thought, y'all know the answer, is psychological |
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Tone and Poke beats, make me write phenomenal |
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I give lifetime scars like drama do, it's gangsta chronicles |
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Turn to page one, hurricanes come, I call 'em twisters |
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It's deeper than life Dunn, I'm four dimensions |
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More suspensions, SV-12; gettin pressed my cassettes need shells |
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F**kin Mets need help |
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It's therapeutic, I lay it out clear |
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Y'all niggaz better use it |
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Nowhere else you find better music |
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You try to find it in the hall of fame |
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My man's callin shit fire, I just call it flame |
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(Chorus) |
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(Nature) |
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Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo |
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Queens to the heart from the start it was Run and them |
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No love faggot MC's respect none of them |
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Niggaz stop mumblin, get popped you're fumblin |
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Regulatin raps to rocks the block's bubblin |
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Five percent days, in the Bridge bobbin off calente |
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Wise enough to drop out the 10th grade |
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Hold that thought, twist up nigga, roll that short |
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Catch me with my chick that let me go back door |
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Hall of famer, don't make me shoot your game up |
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at close range, stand back watch the toast flame |
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Yo it's funny, the way a nigga act like that |
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It's only money, that make a nigga rap like that |
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Keep a roscoe, peep me on the Chris Rock show |
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You either beat me or you get your eye swoll, y'all know the rules |
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Faggot niggaz like y'all, chose to lose |
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I give meaning to the phrase smoke'n'brew, fire nigga |
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(Chorus) - repeat to fade |
