(feat. Nature)
[Nature]
Queensbridge, 41st side

Yo yo yo
I gots no birth records, no next of kin
Know a lot of motha$#&@ers, 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 ^!$$%s, from the complex to simple ^!$$%s
Keep showin y'all what difficult is

Half the world sayin "Dunn" but never been to the Bridge
What type of %#@! is that, fraudulence, what's the cause of it
Nature came threw erasing all of it, stop the presses

Goofy ^!$$%s 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)

Bumpin %#@! all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)


Yo aiyyo I rap for my ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s 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 @@#! 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, ^!$$% don't go to cops
Don't snitch when you're gettin bagged
In the penns, don't (*##$ when you gettin stabbed

Just hold that, I pose for Kodak's, rose to stardom
Hoes in Harvard, sophmores get knocked off, ^!$$% 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 %#@! 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, ^!$$%s wanted more
Cop my %#@! 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]