Qb's Finest: Fire

[nature]Fire.. it's fire, put the fire outAiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyoI got the whole city stoppin, o.g.'s diddy-boppinPlayin my shit, critics sayin my shitTryin to get me for that ice that lay on my wristIt's like flippin on your wife, cause i made her my bitchFeel me? i play with any card you niggaz deal meEvery nigga out the fam is guilty, i plead the fifthQueens niggaz be the strength, the lock and chainThugs on the block know i got the gameYou mighta heard me with the firm and forgot my name, pardon meIt's n-a-t-u-r-eThe latest barkley's, known to smack niggaz nonchalantlyQueensbridge, same hood as nas and mobb deepGhettofabulous, class of nine-eight my fellow graduatesWell known savages, we elbow cabbagesNiggaz better duck or i'ma spray a roundI make it like the o.k. corral, blazin 'til i lay 'em down[chorus - repeat 2x]If you need flames, you need thisIf you resist, you need helpThird degree burns, the heat feltBlaze when i know that it's on, what you thought it was a false alarm?[nature]Yo, yo, aiyyoI got more twists than six flags, more chicks than gym classOverweight momma sippin slim fast, glad to meet nateThe casualty rate, risin like yeastAnd they label me surprise of the streets, cobra commanderI smoke newports, meanin i roll with cancerFuck what y'all thought, y'all know the answer, is psychologicalTone and poke beats, make me write phenomenalI give lifetime scars like drama do, it's gangsta chroniclesTurn to page one, hurricanes come, i call 'em twistersIt's deeper than life dunn, i'm four dimensionsMore suspensions, sv-12; gettin pressed my cassettes need shellsFuckin mets need helpIt's therapeutic, i lay it out clearY'all niggaz better use itNowhere else you find better musicYou try to find it in the hall of fameMy man's callin shit fire, i just call it flame[chorus][nature]Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyoQueens to the heart from the start it was run and themNo love faggot mc's respect none of themNiggaz stop mumblin, get popped you're fumblinRegulatin raps to rocks the block's bubblinFive percent days, in the bridge bobbin off calenteWise enough to drop out the 10th gradeHold that thought, twist up nigga, roll that shortCatch me with my chick that let me go back doorHall of famer, don't make me shoot your game upAt close range, stand back watch the toast flameYo it's funny, the way a nigga act like thatIt's only money, that make a nigga rap like thatKeep a roscoe, peep me on the chris rock showYou either beat me or you get your eye swoll, y'all know the rulesFaggot niggaz like y'all, chose to loseI give meaning to the phrase smoke'n'brew, fire nigga[chorus] - repeat to fade