Testo Fire

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