Testo Fire - NATURE
Testo della canzone Fire (NATURE), tratta dall'album Nas & Ill Will Records Presents Queensbridge the album
Fire
If it's fire, puttin' fire out
Ayo, ayo, ayo
I got the whole city stoppin', OGs diddy-boppin'
Playin' my shit, critics sayin' my shit
Tryna 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 niggas deal me
Every nigga out the fam' is guilty, I plead the fifth
Queens niggas be the strength, the lock and chain
Thugs on the block know I got the game
You might've heard me with The Firm and forgot my name
Pardon me, it's N-A-T-U-R-E
The latest Barkleys, known to smack niggas nonchalantly
Queensbridge, same hood as Nas and Mobb Deep
Ghetto fabulous, class of '98, my fellow graduates
Well-known savages, we elbow cabbages
Niggas better duck or I'ma spray a round
I'll make you like the O.K. Corral, blaze until I lay 'em down
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?
Well, 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?
Yo, yo, ayo
I got more twists than Six Flags, more chicks than gym class
Overweight mamas 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
It's psychological, Tone and Pope 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, I'm deeper than life, dun
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 niggas better use it
Nowhere else you'll find better music
You try to find it in the hall of fame
My mans call this shit fire, I just call it flame
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?
Well, 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?
Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo
Queens to the heart, from the start, it was runnin' them
No love, faggot MCs, respect none of them
Niggas stop mumblin', get popped, you're fumblin'
Regulatin' raps or rocks, the block's bubblin'
Five percent days in the 'Bridge, vibin' off Caliente
Wise enough to drop out the tenth grade
Hold that thought, twist up, nigga, roll that short
Catch me with my chick that let me go backdoor
Hall of Famer, don't make me shoot your game up at close range
Stand back, watch your 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 niggas like y'all chose to lose
I give meanin' to the phrase "smoke and groove"
Fire, nigga
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?
Well, 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?
Credits
Writer(s): Clarence Satchell, Marshall Jones, Leroy Bonner, Willie Beck, James L. Williams, Marvin Pierce, Ralph Middlebrooks
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