One, two
To a ni**a nature
Hehe

No need to cry now, go wipe your tears
Be a woman, why you actin` surprised?
You showed the bulls**t, commin` fake hair
Fake nails, fake eyes too

So why you bound to f**k wit fake guys too
Ain`t nothin` hard about it
Why you lookin` sad, should`a though about it
Say you learn, I truly doubt it

I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love
Gettin` freaky with the thug ni**az up in the club
Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Don Perione
(Spellin`?)
Knowin` I`m a cash dealer, still I, remain calm

Let you chill with me
Plus you was smilin` `til the bill miss me
That`s what you get for trynna dick me
Missed me with that buy me this, buy me that

Syndrome s**t
Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich
Gettin` mad `cuz I cursed and I screamed, I hate`cha
Introduced you to a ni**a nature, feel me

One, two
To a ni**a nature
Hehe

Probably too nice at first
I lettin` you kiss where it hurts
Me and you gettin` busy, slangin` dick in the dirt
Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it

See us, toungkissin`, you was truly with it
Little Exstacy, Hennessey, mix with me
Picture me pray for pussy when the dick`s for free
Hey now, where my ni**az at? Tell these hoes

Before I pay, I jerk off, word to Moses
Visions of you sittin` there sweaty and wet
Pointin` at the places that you want me to hit
Give me room all up in the room, call the cops

Ni**a, hit them walls til the bastard drop
Label me, Makaveli, Thug Ni**a with pipe
Livin` life as a Rock Star Friday nights
Make money, get pussy
Always keep a pager, cell-phone in the ride
To complete my Nature now!

One, two
To a ni**a nature
Hehe
(That`s a ni**a nature)

Started as a seed from the semen
Straight outta Papa`s nuts, lustin` for creamin`
Bitches wit big butts, curves make a ni**a cry, tits and s**t
When I`m locked down beggin` you for porno fleeks

Sneak weed in, helped a ni**a passed the time
With my name tattoo`d so that ass is mine
Tell everybody, `Pac put it down for good
A local legend through the whole hood

Follow me, I got a gun on me
Goin` for nun on the run baby
You know a ni**a need some, is my son crazy?
Why I cry, when I be thuggin` `til I die

Picture of ni**a in heaven high, of weed I fly
Got me missin` dead homies with the phonies that died
Hit the weed and hope it get me high
Dear God, understand my ways, livin` major
Blessed with a thug`s heart
In a realla ni**a nature!

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