Hot Nights

(nature)

A yo, you love to hear the story

Again and again

How a nigga used to hustle in scuffed up tims

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

Its new york new york

Nigga similar to crenshaw

Hot summer nights

Niggas running the dice

Lilhoes 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 aint fam, dont even speak to

Aint no need to,

Cause yall niggas softer than clay

Wanna bet thats a cost you pay, muthafucka!

(beat plays!!!!!!)

Natures 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!

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 lets celebrate my thugs

Still told shit to spill yours insides on the floor

Qb, backem to the wall

Mobb shirts, nas hoods and firm leatheers

A yo nate we straight

Dont it feel real

Now let a nigga peel

Aint the main topin

Stay on top

And put an end to ya life

For trying to stop it

You cant block this!

Word up thun!

(beat plays out the song)!