Nature - Hot Nights Lyrics
(nature)A yo, you love to hear the storyAgain and againHow a nigga used to hustle in scuffed up timsQueensbridge let the battle begin,I keep my best onPolice arrest me when they dead wrongBring it to a pitfallEverybody nice in stickbalIts new york new yorkNigga similar to crenshawHot summer nightsNiggas running the diceLilhoes start *****ingMoms running they lifeServed the same fiendsSince I was eighteenNever votedAsk yourself how the hell I wrote it?Figure niggas out like they frost worksI be the author, hitting you upLike one shot from a mossburgKep my money wrinkledCause some fiends a try to beat youIf you aint fam, dont even speak toAint no need to,Cause yall niggas softer than clayWanna bet thats a cost you pay, mutha*****a!(beat plays!!!!!!)Natures 2nd:A yo hot peas & butterNow we pop at each otherPlay the same corne,Some standOn top of each otherGetting better viewCrime be federalQueensbridge, ambulance never arriveAhead of the newsNiggas jump from the fifth floorLand on they feetGo to court give the judge quick insanity pleasYammi we need, hearing that the blue van outUnderstand niggas do stand outChange ya jeans young manChange ya plans and schemesThey cuff niggas on they hands and kneesJump thugs like we trampelinesThe shock program is getting too packedRunning through catsCrazy bony, thun ya lady know meMadison square,I was drunk when I got in the airNiggas thumpd, I let a shot in the airWhipw my prints offBefore I had to toss it awayI had to use it, a cost that you payMutha*****a!Beat plays!!!!(prodigy)Yo thun!Polla verse like a dutchWhen a nigga frustratedRelase anger on the paperRecord it on tapePlay it on the blockOn ya boxWhile you get off rocksAnd down heavy swallowsOf scotch white labelPut it on the table thunI could see it clearNot too many niggas do it like this hereThrow guns up in nautica hoodsAnd got inside partiesShots u in thereLeft wounds severeThun, tunnel nightdClub fihgts, throwing chairsI could recallSo many shanksAnd blood tearsBurnt dutch tryin to get so highI swear, come to find out it was all in the mindNow lets celebrate my thugsStill told shit to spill yours insides on the floorQb, backem to the wallMobb shirts, nas hoods and firm leatheersA yo nate we straightDont it feel realNow let a nigga peelAint the main topinStay on topAnd put an end to ya lifeFor trying to stop itYou cant block this!Word up thun!(beat plays out the song)!
