[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