(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!!!!!!)      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!      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)!