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Nas Lyrics for Song: Nature Shines
 Lyrics for Album: I Am... [1999]
 
 
 
 18451>[Nature]
 
 Queensbridge, 41st side
 
 Yo yo yo
 
 I gots no birth records, no next of kin
 
 Know a lot of mothafuckers, got no best friends
 
 Know the weather checkin ten-ten winds a.m.
 
 First and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cashing
 
 Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin
 
 Wrong move, ask yourself what leg you wanna lose cuz you gon' lose
 
 I cripple niggas, from the complex to simple niggas
 
 Keep showin y'all what difficult is
 
 Half the world sayin "Dunn" but never been to the Bridge
 
 What type of shit is that, fraudulence, what's the cause of it
 
 Nature came threw erasing all of it, stop the presses
 
 Goofy niggas ask a lot of questions
 
 I repeat this is not a question
 
 If you don't reply quick enough I gotta press em
 
 Keep the glock by the intestines, .38 waist
 
 Wit a belt, regardless of your stats you can catch a shell
 
 
 
 [Chorus]
 
 Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
 
 There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
 
 I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
 
 We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
 
 We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
 
 Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
 
 We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)
 
 
 
 Yo aiyyo I rap for my niggas and rap for the hoes
 
 Rap when I'm gettin dressed, when I iron my clothes
 
 Depressed, I kick raps that change your whole mood
 
 And somehow stick to your ribs like soul food
 
 Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes
 
 Ace bandages and niggas wit'sprain, stay limpin in pain
 
 I rap for math, english, even rap for science
 
 Gotta try to laugh, keep myself from cryin
 
 I rap for Giants, the Jets, the Yankees, the Mets
 
 It's New York New York, from Clue to Flex
 
 New cassettes stay poppin up, your boo let me throw my cock in her
 
 Rappin got me two proper nuts
 
 It's crazy, I even rap for high school coach
 
 White folks fiend out like in Michael Doates
 
 Creamed out, dope stashin
 
 For those askin, I flow for TV, HBO and closed caption
 
 
 
 Chorus
 
 
 
 Aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo
 
 Don't go to Texas, don't go to Watts
 
 Don't go to Queensbridge, nigga don't go to cops
 
 Don't snitch when you're gettin bagged
 
 In the penns, don't bitch when you gettin stabbed
 
 Just hold that, I pose for Kodak's, rose to stardom
 
 Hoes in Harvard, sophmores get knocked off, nigga watch yours
 
 I watch the game like it's Saint John's
 
 It ain't wrong, take a blank piece of paper, a pen paint songs
 
 Type colorful, writin that shit a thug'll do
 
 In the heat of the moment, type to make a sudden move
 
 Some'll snooze, some'll snore, they won't admit that dunn is pure
 
 Once I quit, niggas wanted more
 
 Cop my shit once it come in store
 
 The first week be at the top of the charts, got it jumpin off
 
 Hot verses wit a hundred thoughts
 
 One theme, gettin caught in my zone you'll become a corpse
 
 
 
 Chorus 2x
 
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