[Nature]

Do you see what I see?

Do you smoke what I smoke?

Do you wanna smoke? 

Do you wanna ride?



Yeah aiyyo aiyyo

When I walk into a room, niggas feel a slight breeze

Stay a little while till they feel they might freeze

Never understood why they never liked me

Cuz when I locked the door, they turned into to Icees

Starin at my feet all you see is Nikes

Bet you never seen a ill pair like these

Size ten, never find me in a tight squeeze

At the airport, minutes before my flight leaves

Round trip tickets to who knows where

Stay boarding, never at least a day's warning

Previous plans, they spoiling

A dollar and a dream, the theme to New York, stay Torrance

>From St. John's to Wake Forest, wait for us

Straight ballers, you hearin it first

Nate flawless in almost every event

Puttin up point, while niggas like ya'll stay scoreless



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All my niggas from the projects, light one up

To my bitches from the projects, light one up

And stay high, high

And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high), 

we on some hood shit (so high)

Niggas from the projects, light one up

To my bitches from the projects, light one up

And stay high, high

And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high), 

we on some hood shit (so high)



[Nas]

What's me without the hood?

A tree without wood, a dutch wit no bud

A cut wit no blood

A fuck but don't nut, I be incomplete

If me and the street wasn't in between the sheets

I'm a product of hard luck, the money and murder game

Here's Nature, kill a faker, man you heard of the name

>From the cold streets of QB, old beef to new beef

No peace, through the song, what I see you see



[Nature]

Mad bitches wanna smoke wit me

Niggas wanna roll wit me

Usually in my hood, find me in yo' city

Grimy-ette  so pretty, it's like there's two me's

Wit no favorites, I try to love both of me

Thinkin of a way where I can better myself

Sometimes I get a head of myself

Holdin weed wit intention, frontin like I got it prescribed

So high I must be outta my mind



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[Nature]

It's like hoppin in a glass pool, half full

Niggas only hit the bottom when they crash through

Mash fools out like they fast food

Bon' appetit, platinum or not, it ain't no match for me

I sum niggas whole careers up, scared tough niggas

Bluff niggas into thinkin that their year's up

It ain't a game, took six months off, the shit jumps off

Mini-Me's are gettin punched in they jaw

My dunn call this shit Animal Rap

Me, I call it dumbin

My near-sighted niggas saw it comin

More stunnin, brand new flows to toy wit

Neck flooded on some Hurricane Floyd shit

Back and forth to St. Crouix kid, same plan

Playin Sega Dreamcast till the plane lands

A changed man, niggas don't know, they never will

And if they don't understand, then they ain't fam, simple as that



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