Print

[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) Letras de cancionesBumpin 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] From Letras Mania