Hot Nights Lyrics - Singles - Nature

(nature) 

A yo, you love to hear the story 

Again and again 

How a nigga used to hustle in scuffed up tim's 

Queensbridge let the battle begin, 

I keep my best on 

Police arrest me when they dead wrong 

Bring it to a pitfall 

Everybody nice in stickbal 

It's new york new york 

Nigga similar to crenshaw 

Hot summer nights 

Niggas running the dice 

Lil'hoes start fucking 

Moms running they life 

Served the same fiends 

Since I was eighteen 

Never voted 

Ask yourself how the hell I wrote it? 

Figure niggas out like they frost works 

I be the author, hitting you up 

Like one shot from a mossburg 

Kep my money wrinkled 

Cause some fiends a try to beat you 

If you ain't fam, don't even speak to 

Ain't no need to, 

Cause y'all niggas softer than clay 

Wanna bet that's a cost you pay, muthafucka! 

(beat plays!!!!!!) 

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Nature's 2nd: 

A yo hot peas & butter 

Now we pop at each other 

Play the same corne, 

Some stand 

On top of each other 

Getting better view 

Crime be federal 

Queensbridge, ambulance never arrive 

Ahead of the news 

Niggas jump from the fifth floor 

Land on they feet 

Go to court give the judge quick insanity pleas 

Yammi we need, hearing that the blue van out 

Understand niggas do stand out 

Change ya jeans young man 

Change ya plans and schemes 

They cuff niggas on they hands and knees 

Jump thugs like we trampelines 

The shock program is getting too packed 

Running through cats 

Crazy bony, thun ya lady know me 

Madison square, 

I was drunk when I got in the air 

Niggas thumpd, I let a shot in the air 

Whipw my prints off 

Before I had to toss it away 

I had to use it, a cost that you pay 

Muthafucka! 

Photos 

Beat plays!!!! 

(prodigy) 

Yo thun! 

Polla verse like a dutch 

When a nigga frustrated 

Relase anger on the paper 

Record it on tape 

Play it on the block 

On ya box 

While you get off rocks 

And down heavy swallows 

Of scotch white label 

Put it on the table thun 

I could see it clear 

Not too many niggas do it like this here 

Throw guns up in nautica hoods 

And got inside parties 

Shots u in there 

Left wounds severe 

Thun, tunnel nightd 

Club fihgts, throwing chairs 

I could recall 

So many shanks 

And blood tears 

Burnt dutch tryin' to get so high 

I swear, come to find out it was all in the mind 

Now let's celebrate my thugs 

Still told shit to spill yours insides on the floor 

Qb, back'em to the wall 

Mobb shirts, nas hoods and firm leatheers 

A yo nate we straight 

Don't it feel real 

Now let a nigga peel 

Ain't the main topin 

Stay on top 

And put an end to ya life 

For trying to stop it 

You can't block this! 

Word up thun! 

(beat plays out the song)!