Hot Nights

(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)!